Hi! This is my first story so please review and let me know where I can improve!
I do not own Danny Phantom or American Dragon.
I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

"I am the box ghost!" screamed a voice from the teachers lounge.

Danny Fenton groaned and was shortly followed by his two friends Sam and Tucker. Tucker pulled the Fenton Thermos out of his backpack and passed it onto Sam who in turn passed it to Danny. Danny then got up and headed to the bathroom.

Seconds later Amity Park's ghost fighting hero, Danny Phantom, emerged heading for the teacher's lounge.

"Fear me!" the ghost yelled.

"You're not that scary," Phantom said holding out the thermos and watching as the ghost was sucked inside.

Then he flew through the walls and into the bathroom. Danny Fenton left the bathroom and passed the thermos to Tucker who put it back in his bag. Just as Danny sat down the bell rang telling them to go to class.

If you haven't figured it out already, Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom are the same person. After an accident with his parents ghost portal Danny has had ghost powers and has protected Amity Park from various ghost attacks as his alter ego, Danny Phantom.

The three friends got up and headed to Mr. Lancer's English class with bored expresions on their faces. The class dragged on and when the bell rang again to let everyone know they could leave the hallways suddenly became filled with teenagers.

As the trio started to discuss their plans for the weekend, other than ghost fighting of course, they were stopped by Mr. Lancer.

"Daniel. Samantha. A word please." Danny turned to Sam. She hated it when people called her by her full name. He could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. She held it back pretty well.

Tucker motioned that he would wait outside for them and they turned to face their teacher. Standing next to him was Dash Baxter. The captain of the football team who loved to take his anger out on a certain dark haired Fenton.

"I have some important news for you three," Mr Lancer started. "As off next week you three shall be taking part in a student exchange program. You will be spending the next three months in New York."

"Three months!?" yelled Danny.

"New York!?" yelled Sam.

"Huh?" asked Dash not following what was going on as usual.

"What are we supposed to say to our parents?" asked Danny sure his parents would never let him stay so far away from home for so long.

"It was your parents who signed you all up." Now he was really confused. This must have been clear on his face because Mr Lancer started to explain. "Mr Fenton, your parents decided that your grades aren't high enough and that maybe if you were away from Amity Park you might be able to focus more. Mr Baxter, your parents decided that without the distractions of the football team you might actually be able to make something of your grades." He was right. Dash's grades were terrible.

"What about me Mr Lancer? My grades are fine," Sam asked confused.

"Miss Manson. Your parents thought that sending you away for a while would help shift your attitude." Sam's parents were rich snobs who couldn't understand their daughter's personality. Sam was a goth, ultra-recyclo-vegitarian who would pick black over pink any day, much to her mothers dismay.

Mr Lancer finished by giving them each all the details about the flights and who they would be staying with before finally giving them permission to leave.

"What did Mr Lancer want?" asked Tucker as they walked home.

"He wanted to tell us that we are going to be transfer students to a school in New York for the next three months." Sam did not look happy.

"Three months!?" Tucker was just as surprised as they had been.

Danny and Sam explained everything but all Danny could think about was how he was going to hide his secret for a whole three months!

"Haley! Jakers! Family meeting!" Jonathan Long called from downstairs.

"Coming Dad!" Haley called in her sweet little voice running down the stairs. Jake just groaned.

"I have to go Trix. I'll see you at the skate park later," he said into his phone.

"Alright. Bye Jakey," he heard his friend Trixie reply. Then she hung up.

Jake groaned again and rolled off his bed. He grabbed his red jacket and put it on as he walked downstairs. He found his family in the sitting room.

"There you are Jakers! OK! So I have big news! We are going to be housing a transfer student for the next three months!" He was his usual optimistic self but Jake was more focused on the words.

"What!?" he exclaimed.

"Transfer student?" Haley asked in her innocent, annoying voice.

"Yes! Jake's school arranged a transfer program with a school in a town called Amity Park. I signed us up to house one of the students! There are three coming and one of the boys will be staying here."

"A boy?" asked Haley, disapointment clear in her voice. She would have prefered if a girl was staying with them.

"Yes Haley. And he's going to be staying in Jake's room!"

"Aw man!"

"Yo Trix! Spud!" Jake called to his friends as he neared the skate park.

"Hey Jake! How's it going?" asked his friend Spud who was wearing the same beanie he always wore.

"Not good. I just got some awful news."

"Well it can't be as bad as mine!" Trixie interrupted. "My mom signed us up for the student transfer program so we've got some girl from I don't know where staying in our house!"

"You're housing a transfer student too?" Jake asked. Trixie nodded and they both sighed. "Well at least you don't have to hide the fact that you're a fire breathing dragon!"

Did I forget to mention that? As well as having to go through the stress of school, homework and general being a teenager, Jake was also the magical protector, the American Dragon. He could shift between his human form and his dragon form at will but kept the latter a secret known only to a few.

Trixie opened her mouth to answer but closed it again when she realised that Jake was clearly worse off than her in this situation.

Just then Jake's phone started to ring. He looked at the caller ID before answering.

"Hey Fu! What's up?"

"The old man said he wants you here ASAP," came the reply on the other end of the line.

"OK Fu. I'll be there in about ten minutes." With that he put the phone in his pocket, said goodbye to his friends and raced off to his Grandpa's shop. All he could think about on the way was how he was supposed to hide his secret for the next three months.