This is my first Fanfiction, so please don't be too hard. It took awhile to write this, even though I've had it in my mind all of summer. Read and Review, please be honest in a nonharsh way. Thanks!

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Danny Fenton sighed tiredly and slouched in his chair. Glancing about, he pushed his raven colored hair out of his eyes. He was sitting in his Biology class, last class of the day. And he couldn't wait for the bell to ring so he could get home, collapse upon his bed and take a well deserved nap.

He still had five minutes left until the class ended when a note was passed over to him. Inconspicuously opening it, his baby blue eyes scanned the paper. It was from his best friend Tucker, who was sitting right next to him. Wondering why his technology obsessed friend would pass him a note when he could just whisper it in his ear, he raised his eye at the subject. Suddenly, the note was ripped out of his hand.

"What's this Mr. Fenton? Passing notes again?" Danny froze and unwillingly looked up.

In front of him stood his overweight and semi-bald teacher, Mr. Lancer.

"That's the third time this week Mr. Fenton that I've caught you breaking the rules."

Danny and Tucker snickered, and they heard their friend Sam stifle a laugh a few rows behind them.

"Do you find this funny?" Mr. Lancer glared.

"You sounded just like Walker-I mean, no sir." Danny tried to say with a straight, serious face.

"Meet me after class Danny. We need to have a word together."

The entire class fell silent as Mr. Lancer walked back to the front of the room and continued to teach the lesson. No one was paying attention though; unbeknownst to Mr. Lancer, the room was filled with silent activity: the passing of inconspicuous notes, text messaging and sign language.

Danny sighed. He had been looking forward to getting home and resting before he had to go out ghost hunting again tonight.

That's right. Ghost hunting.

A few months earlier, Danny had been caught in a lab accident that turned him into a halfa, as the other ghosts occasionally called him. Half boy, half ghost, he was one of a kind. He felt it his duty to protect Amity Park from the ghost attacks that always seemed to be causing trouble. This usually took all night when Tucker handled the Fenton Thermos that they used to trap the ghosts in.

After a relatively short eternity, the bell finally rang. While the rest of the class ran out, Tucker and Sam slowly passed by, giving him apologetic looks. Smiling slightly and giving them a small wave, he stayed in his seat and waited for Mr. Lancer to approach him.

"Danny, what's going on? At the beginning of the year you showed the signs of a promising student. But now, now your grades are falling faster than I've ever seen, you're coming in late, and you're not paying attention in class." Mr. Lancer looked at his student with concern.

Usually Danny didn't reply to this, but he was tired, wanted to go home, and really wanted Mr. Lancer to get off his back. "I'm just really busy. You don't understand all the responsibilities I have. They're getting to be a bit stressful." Danny shrugged, astonishing his teacher with the answer.

Thinking about that for a moment, Mr. Lancer replied carefully, "It seems you need to get your priorities straight Danny. What's important in your life? Family? Friends?" His eyes narrowed. "School?"

Danny's gaze shifted to the clock. He had been here all of a minute and he wasn't learning anything helpful.

Mr. Lancer saw him glance at the clock and said, "Time will pass Danny, the question is, will you?" He left those words hanging in the air as he walked back to his desk. "You may leave now."

Not needing Mr. Lancer to ask twice, Danny sped out of the room and headed to the bathrooms. Usually he would've just gone ghost in the hallway, but since the new security cameras had been installed, he had to be more careful. He reached the room of relief and changed into his alter-ego, Danny Phantom. Black hair became white and blue eyes a neon green. His white shirt and jeans were replaced with a black HAZMAT suit with gray gloves and boots. On his chest were his initials: DP.

Quickly and silently he flew out of the school and to his house. On the way, something Mr. Lancer had said kept ringing through his head. It seems you need to get your priorities straight Danny. Mr. Lancer was right. He did need to get his priorities straight. He knew he couldn't take much more of ghost fighting, school, friends and family. Sure his friends helped him with the ghost hunting and that was how they spent most of their time together, but he didn't want it to be that way anymore. He didn't want to be worried about some ghost attack every time they hung out together. Especially with Sam. Ever since that incident with Gregor, he realized he felt something for Sam. It made him feel weird whenever he was around her. He found himself thinking of her all the time. He wanted to spend more time with her, but ghosts kept getting in the way.

And his family was beginning to notice that something was wrong. Jazz knew the real reason he came home tired and late at night, and was constantly covering his back with their parents. The two ghost-hunters weren't usually aware of where Danny was at all times, but they were beginning to notice that he had been disappearing a lot lately and were starting to ask questions.

And there was school. He was practically failing every one of his classes. He just didn't have the time to do the work or pay attention for that matter. If he wasn't skipping it to fight ghosts, he was falling asleep in class, trying to catch up on sleep.

Danny knew that the only way to keep his life balanced was to stop ghost hunting, the one thing that consumed him. But there was no way to stop the ghosts from coming back, was there? One would have to know how they kept coming out and destroy the source. But he didn't know what the source was…or did he?

"…duh! The FentonPortal! That's where all the ghosts are coming from!" Danny slapped himself in the head. "I can just destroy the two portals, and ghost will never be able to come through again! Well, minus Wulf, but he won't hurt anyone."

That settled it for him. The next day, which happened to be Saturday, he would set out to Vlad's house and destroy the portal that resided in his lab. Then on Sunday, while his parents weren't home, he would destroy the FentonPortal, and rid Amity Park of ghosts forever. With a plan this perfect, nothing could go wrong.

I hoped you all liked this…and didn't think it was too bad. The next chapter will be up… after I write it! R&R!