A Rock An A Hard Place
'oh man, oh man, oh man, not today, not today, not today, come on, get in the stupid thermos already!'
Danny Phantom flew through the air, chasing after 'the Ghost Zones greatest hunter,' Skulker.
"Why is it always you I have to go after before school? I'm always late because of you! Can't you schedule any other time to come and attack Amity?"
Skulker paused in the air, striking a 'thinking pose,' crossing his arms and stroking his goatee.
"Why, no, ghost child, I'm-"
A blue light engulfed the hunter, sucking him into a thermos like contraption, 'the Fenton Thermos' as more commonly known.
"Ha! Suckerrrr!"
Danny laughed, holding up the thermos proudly, then promptly shaking it.
"That's revenge for all the times you made me late for school, now I can still make it-"
RRIIIIINNNGGGG!
"-Or not. You're sooo getting it next time, Skulker."
Danny shook the thermos one last time then pocketed it, flying towards the school. He ducked behind some bushes, keeping a careful eye on the Caspar students, making sure none were near enough to see him, once he was satisfied, he let the cool, white rings separate, starting at his waist then splitting, one up, one down, changing him into Danny Fenton, halfa extraordinaire.
The boy checked one last time to make sure no one was anywhere near him and popped out of the bushes like nothing had happened, whistling to ensure safety.
Danny walked inside the 'great' building, it might not have been the best school in America but like it or not it was his school.
'ugh.'
Danny stopped in front of his locker, inserting the combination and flipping open the metal door, he grabbed his homework books from his bag, shoving them inside the claustrophobic space, then quickly grabbed his class books, stuffing them inside his small book-bag.
"Hey, Fentonia, how ya doin' today-"
Danny smiled hearing his 'since kindergarten' bully, today he wasn't going to give in.
"Very good actually, Dash, thanks for-"
"It was a rhetorical question, Fenturd, and I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you wanna survive today,"
Dash picked Danny up by his collar, winding back his fist.
"Not that you will anyway."
The bully let loose his fist, hitting Danny square in the jaw sending the younger boy flying from his grasp. He slammed against the lockers, berating himself for not blocking the punch or at least dodging.
'Oh, come on, Fenton, you never do anyway, plus, he does this everyday, for Pete's sake!"
'(You could do something if you wanted too.)'
Inner voice? Since when? Oh well, it was annoying.
'Shut up.'
Danny stood up, pretend stumbling just so the bully would think he'd had enough, ugh, that's two groans for today, usually it would have at least been four by now, the days were getting better!
Dash sauntered over to the small boy, leaning down and pushing his finger against Danny's chest, pushing slightly as if expecting him to fall over, right, like he'd ever do that. Dash looked confused, now that was comical.
"Grr..."
Dash growled, wait, growled! Oh shoot, what was he gonna do now? Pfff.
The quarterback wound back his fist again, another punch? Very original.
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'Alright, that's it, no more!'
Dash leaned forward, letting his punch go wildly into Danny's stomach... that wasn't there?
"Huh? Hey, where's Fenton?"
The older boy looked around, grumbling to himself, he wasn't aware of Danny perching on top of the lockers, staring down at him with a wicked smile on his face.
'Let the games begin.'
Danny threw himself off the lockers headfirst, at the last second turning and extending his leg, everything seemed to go in slo-mo, Danny's head-butt turning into a flying kick, Dash turning around with a surprised expression on his face, the crowd of students gasping and Mr. Lancer stepping out of his room to see what the commotion was.
Suddenly, everything snapped into fast forward, Danny rammed his foot into Dash's face, the crowd screamed, and Lancer tore through the group.
'Oh, shoot, I didn't mean to hit him in the face! This days just getting better and better, now isn't it.'
Danny stared, shocked, at Dash who seemed to be developing a very bad black eye. The students surrounding the three stared at Danny with his same expression, wondering where the little geek had gotten the guts to hit, no, kick Dash Baxter in the face.
"Mr. Fenton! Detention, you too Mr. Baxter, meet me after school, the rest of you, off to your classes, the bell rings in less than a minute!"
In only a few seconds, the hallway was empty except for three people.
"Dash, you may go to class,"
Dash sent a glare at Danny, quickly turning away to go to whatever class he had, and Danny tried to sneak off down the opposite hallway.
"Daniel Fenton."
The halfa stopped in his tracks, sighing and turning around to face his teacher.
"What is going on, Daniel? First, you're late to almost all of your classes, Second, you rarely turn in homework, and now this? You must be joking, Mr. Fenton."
Danny looked away from his teacher, not knowing what to say, so he just stared at the tiled floor, noting the small details he never really did notice before.
"Mr. Fenton, I'm afraid I'll have to call in your parents on this matter-"
Danny instantly jerked his head up, looking into his teachers eyes.
"What! Nonononono, no need to do that Mr.-"
"I'm sorry, Daniel, but I-"
"Please, Mr. Lancer-"
"Enough! You will listen to me Daniel, now hear this, I am calling your parents in and that. Is. Final!"
Danny stared at his teacher, shocked by his sudden out burst, but the boy just nodded slowly and picked up his bag, walking off down the hall. Ooh, today was gonna be fun.
Sarcasm! :D Nothin' much else to say except, and I don't mean to push you, REVIEW! clears throat* nervous laugh.* :P :D Updates will be soon! And I'll try to get an update on Kidnapped too. :D