A/N: Okay, so time line. IMPORTANT: Ultimate Enemy happens(this is like right after) But The Fenton's and Lancer know Danny is Fenton and Phantom.


If you've been adopted or a child of a divorce, then you basically know what I felt. I knew I had a family somewhere. I knew that they didn't want, but I, like a lot of adopted children, wanted to find them. I had found all the information on myself. I knew I was born in Texas and that I had a brother, a twin brother. My parents only wanted him and not me. That's how I ended up at the Amity Park orphanage; my parents left me there. Anyway, my name is Alex Hansen and this is my story.


"Alex, get up. Alex!" I heard the nun shout. I stumbled out of bed, wearing a tee-shirt and boxers. "Dear Lord, Alex, please cover up." I did as told and pulled my blanket over me. "Alex, hurry up, so you're not late again." The door closed and I dropped the blanket. I pulled on a pair of clean jeans and my favorite hoodie. I checked the mirror to see how bad my hair was. I shrugged, it wasn't as bad I thought. I quickly combed my hair with my fingers before I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast. I slowed as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Two boys fought over a chair, another pair fought over a spoon. I snickered as I sat down in front of a small bowl of cereal. I swallowed it in one gulp before the nuns noticed, before they could yell at me about manners. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, then I got up, pulled my shoes on and went to Casper High. The bell rang as I slid into my seat next to a kid that I only know as Mr. Fenton. He talked idly about this and that. I didn't listen much to their conversation until I heard the thing they were talking about, ghosts. I wasn't the kid obsessed with ghost, but I did enjoy the paranormal ever once in a while.

"Danny, just because you stopped Ember doesn't mean she won't come again," the goth girl Fenton always talked with said.

"I know, but I just hope she'll stay away from me for a while," Danny Fenton said.

A technology nerd interrupted, "Sam, stop thinking so negatively."

The goth girl, which I guessed was Sam, countered, "How dare you? You little..." That's where I stopped listening. I picked up the book I had borrowed from the library. It was a book by someone with the last name of Fenton. Danny tapped me on the shoulder. I turned, annoyed.

"Is that by Jack Fenton?" Danny pointed to the book. I checked the front. At the bottom, it did indeed say "By Jack Fenton". I looked back at him. He looked strangely similar to me; black hair, blue eyes, strong face structure. I nodded as he ripped the book from me. Shocked, I sat there wide-eyed for a moment.

"What was that for?" I shouted. I ripped the book out of his hands. I closed the book and shoved it into my bag. I glared at Danny as I sat back up. "You could have asked," I muttered, still glaring.

"I said I was sorry," Danny held his hands up defensively, but open. I turned back to my desk as I started to trace a symbol I saw once. I traced it over and over again until the symbol started to glow. It was faint, so no one took notice. I continued to trace it until Danny took notice. "What are you doing?" I ignored his question as I kept tracing it. My finger started to get hotter, but again I still ignored the warning. The glow was now more powerful, so Danny wasn't the only one. I kept tracing it until... until I passed out.


"Alex, are you okay? Guys, I think..." A voice, Danny's voice, cut through the fog that cloud my brain. I blinked away the haze in my eyes, but not in my mind. I slowly sat, clearing the haze in my head. I rubbed my head for a while as feet moved away. Danny's stayed. He helped me to my feet. I stumbled a bit as I tried to sit back down. "Are you sure you're okay?" I nodded as I slid back into my study hall seat. "Well, okay," Danny said as he slid over the empty seat behind me.

I reached down to pick my book back up when I saw Danny hold it in his clutches. I reached out to grab it, but I almost fell instead. I steadied myself before making another attempt. Danny just moved it out of my reach. "Just give it back, okay?" I held out a hand. Reluctantly, he handed it over. "Thank you," I said as our eyes locked. we stared at each other for a couple of seconds before I realized Daniel could be shortened to Danny. I turned away and smacked my forehead. I'm so stupid. He's been in my classes since Kindergarten and I never made that connection before, I thought. Could he be my brother? I gave him a sideways glance. I prayed to the "Dear Lord above" that he was my brother, the missing link. Danny caught me looking.

"What do you want?" He snarled. I shook my head, hoping that in some miracle I was wrong, even though he had my birth parents' name. "Nothing? Then leave me alone," he snarled again. Deep down inside my soul, somewhere I knew I just found my brother. A smiled appeared on my face. I was the happiest person in the world for that moment. Once the bell rang for the end of the day, I ran as fast as I could to the library to look up "Danny Fenton".