School.
One of the things that takes up most of Daniel Fenton's life.
Sure, it was fine for other people his age, they didn't have the same reponsibilities as him.
He used to like getting to school, when he was younger, but ever since freshman year, he'd been acting, strangely.
One of the things that his Language Arts teacher, Mr. Lancer noticed.
The teacher turned around from the whiteboard to look at the class. As if on cue, a raven haired boy raised him hand up.
Daniel. For the third time that day. Three is a charm.
He sighed.
"May I be excused?" the teacher heard him say that all too familiar words come from his mouth. Sometimes he wondered if it was to play video games or skip school.
But it couldn't be.
Facts he noticed contradicted them all. The boy would always come back with scratches or bruises, impossible for if he were to play video games. Possible if he were outside of school. If he had wanted to skip school, he would've been gone the first time he was excused. He couldn't have left without the other teachers or the security guard seeing. He couldn't have gotten into a fight with a ghost, he was always hearing stories from his students and fellow teachers about Phantom fighting the ghosts.
Gone for hours on end. Daniel was one complicated kid. His parents were stranger still. Ghost hunters were what people use to think as supersticious.
Now, people all know that ghosts were real all along.
The ghosts appeared at the same time as Daniel's accident. He supposedly had an accident in his parent's lab. Small shock, nothing more. Linked to this, possible.
Explanation for the problem, possible.
The boy did have to capability to score well. At the beginning of the year, all the teachers were positive he'd turn out like his sister.
Jazmine, the genius. The only subject the boy was able to keep his grades up for right now would be art.
Lancer wasn't sure it'd be best for the boy though.
Could he need a tutor? Maybe he has potential but doesn't learn well in a crowded enviroment.
He remembered the time he took some time to teach Daniel after class and he scored wonderfully on his test. Just two days was enough, the rest of the class had much longer but scored less.
"No." Lancer took in a deep breath. Hopefully, he knew what he was doing. "As a matter of a fact, I'd like to see you after class later."
He caught the boy swear under his breath.
"Language, Mr. Fenton."
Author's Note: The plot bunny calls!
Five more left or I'm gonna burst! Haha.
Well, tell me what you think! Should I continue?
