[Forewarning: The first few arcs are going to be near exact to what Taylor went through. So, you can't get much closer than near exact wording, But don't worry! By the time the bank robbery is done, this universe is going a total different direction! :D]

Spectral 1.1

Class was about to end, but all I could think was, Geez, give me back Mr. Lancer.

Since school started, I couldn't wait to get to the part where we'd talk about capes. Amity Park had unfortunately been busy with some *ahem* internal issues, and most of its inhabitants weren't exactly up to date on the whole "capes" thing. But now that the time had come, I was too busy fidgeting to pay much attention. I checked the time again. 11:40, I thought. 5 minutes 'til the end of class.

Mr. Gladly, teacher of the World Issues class, was at the front of the classroom, gesturing and talking animatedly. He struck me as an A-lister, like if someone such as Kwan grew up to be a teacher. He tried his best to be friends with absolutely everybody, getting them to call him "Mr. G" instead of Mr. Gladly. He'd do things like end class early to talk with the kids, give group projects, and have "fun" assignments like mock trials. He seemed to think of himself like everyone's favorite teacher, but I would do anything right now for Mr. Lancer; at least he could keep me focused on classwork, at times.

I looked over my shoulder, where I could feel Madison Clements attempting to burn holes in the back of my head with her stare. She caught me looking and smirked, her eyes narrowing, silently promising things to come. I let out a tired and annoyed huff, and dropped my eyes back to my desk, where I was doodling random crap. I checked the clock again. 11:43, it read.

"Lemme wrap up here," Mr. Gladly said. "Sorry, guys, but there is going to be homework over the weekend. Think about capes, and how they've affected the world around you. You could make a list, if you want, but you don't have to. On Monday, we'll split up into groups of four and go over the lists. Winning group gets treats from the vending machine in the teacher's lounge."

The class, sans me, cheered and quickly deviated into noisy commotion. The room filled with the air of zippers being zipped, chairs moving, binders closing, and the whole like. Gossip and conversation quickly too to the air, becoming the dominant noise in the room.

As for me? I just put my books away in my bookbag and stayed quiet. I pondered about random things before looking down at my bag. I never quite noticed, but it had to sets of shoulder straps. I wonder why? I thought, before shrugging it off. It never bothered me before, and it wouldn't start now. I checked the clock again. It was seconds away from 11:44.

Madison was talking with the she-demons she calls "friends". She was popular, but not gorgeous. She reminded me a bit of Star, being '"adorable" or "petite" as I heard some boys talking about her. You know, stereotypical popular girl. She acted out the concept as she fiddled with the bright blue pins in her shoulder length brunette hair and put up a "cutesy" attitude. Madison wore a strapless top and denim shirt, which seemed moronic to me, and I was called the Clueless One by my friends from Amity Park. It was still early enough in spring that we could see our breaths, so that idea of fashion was beyond stupid.

All in all, she was the kind of girl Sam would've paid to punch.

However, I wasn't in a position to criticize her. People of all genders wanted to be her friend, while I lacked any kind of person in that department (at least, in town). I didn't let anyone see any noticeable traits; I wore baggy clothing to hide my own lithe figure, and covered up all of my skin to hide the many scratches I had littering my body. Amity Park really left its toll on me, and i didn't feel like revealing it to the world any time soon.

Other guys liked her because they thought she was appealing without being intimidating. I suppose what they don't know won't hurt them.

Just me.

The bell rang its shrill ringing sound, and I was the first one out the door, darting in between students to get where I wanted to be. I walked with purpose, not running, to the boy's bathroom. There were enough boys in there that I could count on one hand. I ignored them, as they gave me the same treatment, and made my way to the middle stall. I opened the door, stepped in, and locked the door behind me.

I sat on the toilet and began eating lunch from the brown paper bag Jazz had packed for me. Eating on the toilet had become routine for me; no matter where I went, bullies always seemed to find me. Every school day, I would eat my lunch, and then proceed to either read a book on cape history or text Sam/Tucker. Right now, I had a book about the Triumvirate in my bag. I never liked biographies. I don't know whether it was something about the problems I had encountered in Amity Park, or what, but I didn't like stories talking about people post-mortem before they were actually post-mortem.

Whatever plan I thought I had set for myself, it completely shattered when I heard the bathroom door open. "Yeah," I heard someone say, "he's in the middle stall."

Shit, I thought. I put my unoriginal ham sandwich back in the brown bag, and that back in my purple backpack. I stood up and forced my weight against the door, but it held; someone was probably on the other side.

Damn it, I thought. Who designs bathroom stall doors so the open outwards? Because I want to shoot that idiot.

"Here it comes!" a boy shouted, and there it came. Dark liquid spilled over the top of the stalls, down onto me. On basic instinct, I turned intangible, and it phased right through me. But what I forgot to account for was the stall was filled with me plus one. I looked down at my bag, now soaked with cranberry juice (that explains the smell) and soda (which explains the other smell). I picked up my sopping wet bag and kicked the door, which flung open. Boys from the track team leered at me, smirking and guffawing.

Track team, which means…

Grimacing, I turned to leave, and opened the door. There, standing before me, were the three masterminds of the operation.

Madison Clements, Sophia Hess, and Emma Barnes sneered at me while I stared at them in anger. If Madison was to be considered a late bloomer, then Sophia and Emma were the types of girls that could only be found in an episode of Mean Girls. Sophia was dark-skinned, with a slender and athletic build she'd developed as a runner on the school's track team. Emma, the red head, contrasted Sophia, having all the curves I guy could ever hope to see (barring me). The rumor mill said she managed to get jobs as an amateur model with her looks, for catalogs that stores and malls put out. The three of them were laughing like my day being ruined was the funniest thing ever, but I didn't register their laughs. Most of my attention was to keep the roar of green and red blood I heard in my ears to calm down. I tried taking deep breaths, not wanting to let loose on these bullies who couldn't know better.

I didn't trust myself to say something that wouldn't lead to a fight. Out of sheer human decency.

I took another deep breath and caught my reflection in a vending machine window. Standing at 5'11", I was well taller than the three girls. My messy black hair pointed out in every direction, and my blue eyes promised pain. I was wearing my signature white shirt with red accents, as well as a black long-sleeved shirt beneath it. I ditched my jeans for cargo pants, which let me move more freely. My left white sneaker was still, but my right foot was tapping on the cheap tile floor.

Deep breaths, Danny, I told myself. As Danny Phantom, Savior of Amity Park and King of Ghosts, I could absolutely wipe the floor with the snot-nosed brats. But at school, I was wimpy Danny Fenton. And I would not let myself lose control because of these brats.

I walked away from the trio, calming myself with deep breaths. I eventually found my way behind the school, before releasing an inarticulate scream of fury and punched the wall. I didn't even bother to check; I knew I cracked it at least, dented it at most.

"These kids are going to make me blow a really big fuse one of these days," I said aloud, to no one. I had been putting up with them for a year and a half, practically since I moved to Brockton Bay.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do for my afternoon classes. We were supposed to bring in paper-maché crafts, but seeing my new cranberry-scented backpack, that idea was out the window. I sighed, and summoned a ball of ectoplasm into my hands.

I stared into the green aura the ball of spectral fire I held. I was Danny Phantom; I had put up with ghosts for two years, angry civilians, ghost hunters, and a slew of other problems. I had decent control over a handful of powers in my human form; my ghost form was practically untouchable.

If I felt like it, I could go Corpse Party on the school. Give my tormentors a taste of what they were attempting to put me through. I had the power to shoot ectoplasmic blasts out of my hands and feet. I could shape refined ectoplasm into any solid shape I chose. Intangibility and invisibility, the two most basic ghost powers, at my command. Cryokinesis, using ecto ice that would only melt or break when I chose for it to. Super strength and super hearing, which were absolutely super. I usually avoided overshadowing, but I could do it. I lacked increased durability, but I made up for it in increased reflexives. I had a healing factor that could makes bad scrapes disappear by the end of the day. There was duplication for trouble in numbers. I had the ghostly ability to absorb emotions of fear, and get supercharged, but usually steered away from that one. And, at the end of my list, was my Ghostly Wail; my most powerful attack, one that could wipe the floor with almost anyone.

Listing off the abilities in my head, I realized, yes, I was very overpowered. But I would not use a single ability on a human, other than using intangibility and invisibility to get out of bad situations. I was better than that; to abuse my abilities. I sighed as I let my ectoplasm disperse, the energy leaving into either me, or microscopic rifts into the Ghost Zone.

Sometimes, I missed Amity Park. The ability to leave at night, fight ghosts, relieve my anger. It was very calming at times, but if one replaced the rubber stress ball with the Box Ghost. It was the memories I had, as well as the nightmares, that kept me going, and stopped me from going ham on my bullies. At first, I was really confused how I had gained bullies on my first day of high school, without pissing anyone off.

Then I learned one of my tormentor's full name was Emma Baxter Barnes.

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[A/N]: Hello there! I am officially out of school early! I now have time to be writing things like, WPAF, my Minecraft story, and the Bone and the Clock!

Or I could just go and start a new crossover. *Sigh*

Yeah, this one has been plaguing my mind for a while. So, I'm going to be doing my best to publish this one the most, with periodic updates for my other stories, until the ball gets rolling for the others ones. Yay.

So, Danny Phantom and Worm. If you haven't read "Worm" by Wildbow, go look it up on WordPress and read it. It's a good read. So, for the smart readers (all of you, I hope), yes, I am taking each chapter, taking out Taylor, and replacing her with Danny. So, yeah, subplots and character interactions will change. But hey! I'm out of school! UPDATES WILL COME!

~Slenderbrine