**WARNING- READ THIS PART FIRST: Just saying guys- this fic is pretty dark. There's drugs, overdose on said drugs, suicidal references, death probably, this kid is pretty f***ed up and miserable. Danny and his friends play a big part of this, but the OC is the main character in this. If you don't like any of this, then the answer is simple: don't read it. Go read something else and don't leave a review complaining about how screwed up the story is. Those of you who are reading this because you're still interested- thank you and enjoy.**

"Class, we have a new student today." The teacher announced, this was probably the third or fourth school I been moved to within the last several months. "This is Hazel Richards." I stared at the group of kids that either looked at me in high interest, or extreme disgust. It wasn't like I wasn't used to either look. The guys would look me over, thinking that I'm hot, then grow disappointed that I don't have an boobs, or the girls would look me over and think 'oh great, she's gonna be one of those girls.'

Fuck them.

I got to hit them anyway for being a bitch to me because they thought I was gonna take 'their man' from them. It wasn't even my fault that Dad moved me all over the place because he can't keep his nose out of the crap that's illegal. Literally. I've seen so many drug busts that as soon as Dad comes home with that panicked look and that powdery crap all over his face, I grab my shit and run.

"Hazel is going to be joining us for the rest of the year."

"I'd give it the semester." I corrected him. That was probably what it really going to be.

"O-okay…" the teacher gave me a strange look, "Well, Hazel, why don't you sit down beside…" he looked around the class. "Daniel over there. Mr. Fenton, why don't you raise your hand."

I watched a kid at the back of the class raise his hand. He had black hair and blue eyes and he had this look about him- no… this aura about him that told me that he got into a lot of trouble. I walked to the back of the class and sat beside him.

"Everyone, I want you all to make Hazel feel welcome." The teacher instructed.

A girl that sat in front of Daniel rose her hand, "Danny, Tucker and I will show her around." She volunteered. The black kid beside her was asleep, but as soon as he heard his name, he sat straight up, "Yes?"

I sighed and sat back, "And it starts…" I mumbled. Here's the thing. I'm skinny, I've got the curves, the long hair, long eyelashes, and even a smooth voice. But I am not a girl. Thank you, Goth Chick, for your cooperation.

"Uh- thank you Sam. I'm sure he'll greatly appreciate that."

I 'greatly' appreciated the fact that this teacher made her feel like an ass by pretty much telling her that I'm a guy. She had done a double-take. I gave her a smirk that told her that he was right.

"Alright, guys get out your textbooks and flip over to page two-thirty-two. Hazel, you can pair up with Sam, if you'd like."

I nodded and glanced over at Sam- who seemed absolutely humiliated that she thought I was a girl. It's a common mistake though. I inched a little closer to her and Danny, but then I got this weird, feeling on the back of my neck, as though my hair was standing on end.

Class seemed great and all, but I already knew that 'Danny' kid didn't like me. I made my way through the cafeteria and ignored looks from everyone. I had grown an immunity to it all. As usual, I got my food and sat at the one table that nobody else sat at and ate quietly.

"Uh- Hazel?" Sam asked.

I looked up at her, and I wasn't that I was trying to be rude, "What?"

"Mind if we sit by you?" She asked, Tucker stood by her, and she had Danny's sleeve in her fist, keeping him from going anywhere.

"Why?" I swallowed my food, "Learn shit about me then talk shit behind my back?" I took another bite of the cardboard-flavored pizza, "Sorry, not joining that one-man-group this time."

Sam frowned, "No." she sat down and pulled Danny with her. Tucker sat on my other side.

"We're part of that group too." Tucker said. "We're the freaks on campus."

"We'll be the freak squad." Sam gave me a cocky smile.

I couldn't help but to laugh, "The 'Freak Squad'?"

"They're being serious." Danny said, not making any eye contact with me, "My parents are the ghost-hunters in town. Ever heard of Fenton Works?"

"Dude, I've been here three days." I said, "I don't know, nor do I care." I kept eating, "I'm probably gonna be gone by the end of the month anyway…" I mumbled.

Sam was the only one able to hear, "Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Like I'm telling someone like you." I said. "But, if you must know… My dad's a drug addict. Someday it'll get him killed- and I've told him that, but he can't help it. Well- every damn time he gets in trouble and the cops are after him- we have to move and start all over. I haven't gotten a solid education since…" I paused, "I dunno… sixth grade? But not once has my dad put drugs before me."

"What kind of drugs?" Sam asked.

I scoffed, "Crack, meth, acid, pot, all the illegal shit." I listed off quickly.

"Wouldn't your dad get in trouble with you talking about this?" Tucker asked.

"He doesn't care." I drank a soda I had gotten from the lunch line. "Just as long as I don't get stressed-out, or whatever. He knows how much it pisses me off. He feels bad. He's tried quitting." I sighed, "He's all I got left… I just don't wanna see him kill himself." I got quiet.

Sam pat my back, "You'll be okay."

I shook my head, shaking off the melodramatic crap. "Whatever." I finished eating, "What's your guys' stories?"

I knew the three looked at each other. "Uh- nothing much to tell." They said.

I also knew that that was a load of bullshit. There was something up with Danny and I knew it. I just shrugged it off, "Alright, whatever." I stood up and grabbed my tray, "I know that's bullshit though." I looked Danny in the eye before walking off. At the trash cans, I was stopped by some big jock who was on the football team and was their star player.

"Hey, beautiful." He started, stepping into my way.

Oh, I was going to have fun with him.

"Where're you from?" he asked.

"Arizona." I answered, making my voice a touch feminine.

"An Arizonan girl, huh? Hot over there, isn't it?" he smirked, "It's getting hot over here too." He said, "Where in Arizona? Phoenix? Tuscon?"

"Mesa." I said, "The rough parts. I kinda miss it there." I shrugged, glancing around the room. I caught a glimpse of Danny and his friends watching me and Dash. Apparently that was the guy's name. After this incident, he never spoke to me again.

"You like it rough?" he asked.

"I love it rough." I said.

"Well uh- if you give me your number, I'll give you a call and we can get rough if you'd like."

I chuckled, "You couldn't handle the 'rough' I can." I said.

"Oh yeah?"

I quickly brought my knee up and knocked him between his legs, "Fuck off." I growled, "You're not even gonna ask if a chick from across the country if she's got a boyfriend?" I asked, "Better yet, try verifying that she's even a girl."

He'd already doubled over and clutched his nuts, "Wait- what?" he squeaked, "If she's a girl?"

"I'm a dude, dipshit." I walked away. The entire cafeteria began laughing. Before leaving the room, I turned around and took a bow, then walked off.

And from that day, every male in that school knew not to hit on me, now that every single person there saw me kick Dash Baxter in the nuts. And nobody messes with me after school too, which was awesome. I was able to go home in peace. My dad always picks the best places to live… Yep, the cheapest, most ghetto place in town. So… once again, I live under a stupid, friggin' freeway. It's a long walk from the bus stop, but whatever. Better than living on the streets. Thank god I haven't had to resort to that… yet… I'm still waiting for it. Great lot of faith I've got in my dad, right?

Anyway…

So I walked in the door at home and took in a deep breath of exhaust and the smell of nicotine. I dropped my bag onto the floor and checked out what the note said on the coffee table.

Pizza in the oven, help yourself to it. I'm out looking for a job. I'll probably be home late, go ahead and explore the new town, I know you could use the fresh air. I love you, I'll see you tonight. -Dad

I sighed and dropped the note onto the table. I wished he'd be around a little more often. Dad and I used to watch movies, built stuff, race remote-control cars… you know- all the stuff fathers and sons did with each other. I went to the oven and pulled out a couple slices of pizza to eat. We didn't have any furniture, so I sat on a crate and ate calmly. There was slight movement in my peripheral that caught my attention. I looked over and saw a cockroach scuttling across the wall. I sighed, "Fantastic, Dad. Now we officially look like we're on drugs." I said sarcastically. After finishing the pizza, I spotted a pack of cigarettes on the floor and picked it up, hoping to find one inside. I sighed in irritation, taking another glance at the note.

P.S. We're out of cigarettes. I'll grab some on the way home.

I rolled my eyes and started on homework. I wasn't too hungry anyway…

Before I knew it- the sky had gotten dark and my dad was still out. I had a feeling that he was full of it and that he probably found another drug connection. I swear he's like a magnet to that sort of stuff. I ate a couple pieces of pizza and laid on the ground for a while, staring at nothing.

Finally, Dad walked in the door. Stumbling and barely able to stand up straight. My body immediately froze over as I stood up. I'd rather see him on meth than to see him drunk. "D-dad. You said you were looking or a job." I said, keeping my cool.

He gave me a look that already told me that I screwed up. I leaned away and kept my mouth shut.

He stumbled to the crate where my school stuff sat and picked up an open textbook I was given for my homework. "This the kind of bullshit this school's throwing at you?" he asked. "What does all of this mean?"

"It's… uh-" I paused, "It calculates trajectory and… distance of a thrown object." I said, "I… don't really get it myself."

He closed the book and looked at the cover for a moment. Then quicker than I could respond, he swung and hit me on the side of my head with the book. When I bent over to hold my head, he knocked me down to the floor and gripped my neck tightly.

I tried yelling at him, or tried telling him to get off, but his grip was so tight I couldn't even choke out a word. I finally glared at him and opened my hand into a claw. My vision was starting to splotch and blur. In my hand, I produced a weak, greenish-yellow flame and pressed it into his face. It took a moment, but finally he backed off and began coughing. I took a deep breath and started coughing too, but I laid still on the ground, trying to catch my breath and regain the ability to move. Meanwhile, my dad finally stopped coughing, and I know he looked at me, because he started screaming in horror.

The thing about the flames I can make- which I'll explain more in a bit- the flames can make people hallucinate. And I've been told that they hallucinate some screwed-up stuff. I've done it to my dad on several occasions, all of them so he'd get the hell off. This sort of thing? This wasn't the first time. Not by a long shot.

But anyway…

He screamed at the top of his lungs in absolute horror, "Oh God, Hazel…" he cried, "I'm so sorry!" he cried and hugged me. Whatever he was seeing this time, had to have been horrifying. "I'm so sorry, son!" he held my head against his shoulder, covering my mouth and nose.

"Can't… breathe…" I wheezed.

He gasped and pulled my head away from his shoulder and let me breathe.

I pushed him away and rolled off of his lap, still panting. "Enjoy the hallucination?" I stood up and stumbled away for a moment, my voice raspy and hoarse. "Asshole." I growled and walked off, leaving my dad confused and in tears.

I went up to my room where there was no bed and a bed sheet nailed to the wall over the window in place of a curtain. I shook my hand and took a deep, shaking breath. Sending flames up my arm and completely changed into something that they- in Arizona- called Acid. My head was now a skull covered in the flames I used against my dad. My shoulders and chest was bare, save for a cloak that was shredded. My pants were frayed at the bottom of the legs, and my feet were bare. My dad ran up the stairs and flew open the door to my room, "Hazel- A-Acid…" he panted, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "I don't wanna hear it." I turned and flew out the window, phasing out as to not cause any damage.

I wasn't sure what it was- but the air in Amity Park, Michigan is certainly a lot cleaner than the air in Mesa, Arizona. So much cooler, too. I can walk down the street in Amity Park and not sweat my ass off like I did in Mesa. Down below, I heard people screaming. When I looked down, I saw that they were screaming at me. No surprise. People from everywhere else I've lived did the same. I scare people. I get it. However, I was never used to someone attacking me from higher up. Something hit my back, just after I got that weird feeling in the back of my neck. I fell to the ground and forced myself up.

"You're new." The attacker landed by me. His hair was white, his eyes were green, he looked familiar- but I couldn't place the face. He was a ghost though, that much I knew. "Nothing like the other guys I've seen."

I scoffed, "Screw off, kid. Go play with someone else or go watch some anime or something." I said and started walking off.

"Anime!?" he asked, seeming highly insulted. He threw another energy blast and hit the back of my head. "I don't watch anime, I spend too much time fighting whack-jobs like you!" he barked.

I turned to look at him, "Now you've pissed me off." I said and threw one of my shots at him. While he had ectoplasmic rays, I had projectiles, which were small, sharp bones that one would think were from my ribs and sharpened, however, they were all infused with my ghost energy and can be thrown to not only cut up the poor bastard I'm fighting, but burn the shit out of them. I threw five bones and cut him up in three different places, one was his cheek, another was his arm, and the last was his side. "Trust me, kid, I'm out of your league. I can fuck you up pretty badly." I warned, "Back off, or you'll be having nightmares for the next month. Sleep deprivation can drive someone insane." I added.

He stood there a moment, wiping the blood from his face, "Who are you?"

I smirked and walked off, "You don't wanna know."

He shot at me again.

"That's it!" I turned and lunged at him, closing the distance between us quickly and uppercut him, sending him high up into the sky. I flew up after him, "I was being nice with the warnings." I told him, punching him again as he began falling back down and sending him into the side of a building, "But then you've gone and pissed me off."

He pulled himself out of the wall, groaning. He swung his hand and threw ice shards at me. I waved my arm and blocked it with a fire shield. This was perfect. I generated a fire ball in my hands and threw it at him, however, he was able to dodge it and move out of the way.

"What's wrong? Am I giving you a run for your money?" I asked.

The next thing- I swear the kid screamed. He screamed and made a sound wave that actually hurt. I had never seen anything like it, I don't know how to do that myself. This kid had some lungs in him. I think. He was bleeding, so clearly he's human. He's just like me. Half human, half ghost. I grew curious as to what happened to this poor bastard. I crashed into the wall and took a moment before falling to the ground. After lying there for a moment, I heard footsteps coming closer. I looked up and saw the ghost kid. "I can't believe I lost to your stupid tantrum." I groaned and pushed myself to my hands and knees.

"Stop treating me like a kid." He said, popping open a white and green thermos, "Let's just get you back to the Ghost Zone." He grumbled.

I started laughing, "You sound like you had a day. Lemme ask you this: has your human side gotten enough sleep? Because you don't look so good around the eyes there, buddy."

He paused, "My human- wait- what?"

I sat up, "Kid, I'm not stupid. You wouldn't have bled if you weren't human too. Half-human, half-ghost, huh? Never met one like you before." I took a moment to realize the equipment he had with him, "Wow… and you're a ghost hunter."

The kid threw his hands up in the air, "What's the point you're trying to make here?"

"I'm saying- let me go, and I won't finish kicking your ass." I taunted.

He showed me the open end of the thermos.

I snapped my fingers and flashed in the yellow flames, teleporting to the roof behind him. I crouched down and lowered the flames on my head and watched him. He looked around, extremely confused. He sighed and poked the earpiece he had, "He vanished, guys. I'm going home, this one was tough." He said before flying off.

I flew off in the other direction and back to my place. I flew back into my room and changed back to my human half, brushing my hair out of my face. I just went to bed… school tomorrow.

**This is going to be centered on Hazel. He will pick on Danny, but only because he figured it out and he did so tonight because he was already in a bad mood. Wouldn't you be? Anyway… Again: if you DO NOT like this sort of theme, or idea, or even the fact that it's from Hazel's point of view, then you brought this upon yourself even after my warning up top. I do not want any reviews that complain about my OC, the drugs, any of it. Again: those of you who have read this and actually enjoyed it despite the warning, thank you.**