AN~ Hi whoever may be reading this I'm new to the site but have been writing for a long time so I decided to see what other people think of my writing by posting a story here. I would really appreciate any reviews and thoughts or suggestions. I don't think I can handle mean flames but the nice ones are okay as long as you explain what you don't like. This story just came to me while driving home from school so I wrote it down I don't know how often I'll update but I'll try to stay consistent.

Disclaimer- Just like everyone else on this site I don't own Danny Phantom.

Edited 1/4/10 by my Beta Anisney-Robin Thanks

Chapter 1

Please…Help Me

It all started on a typical Friday afternoon. Mr. Lancer was sitting in his empty classroom after a long day of teaching great literature to young minds. His day seemed just like every other day right down to young Mr. Fenton disappearing in the middle of class.

Yet again, Lancer had been in the middle of a lecture when all of a sudden Mr. Fenton raised his hand asking to be excused to the bathroom. At first Lancer considered telling his student no, for once, knowing full well that his student was going to either come back right before class ended or not come back at all. That particular day was one of the days he didn't return. Lancer had let him go after seeing the desperate look on his young student's face. It made the teacher wonder what his student was really up to. He figured out long ago that when Daniel Fenton went to the "bathroom", "nurse", or "water fountain" he was never where he said he would be, and if he was it was never for very long.

Mister Lancer's day was just like every other, and just like every other day he was about to dial a phone number he had unintentionally memorized by heart, the Fenton's.

Just as his thumb reached to hit the send key, all hell seemed to break loose. The large windows on the wall to his right suddenly exploded in a shower of shattered glass causing Lancer to dive under his desk for safety. After only a few seconds all of the noise stopped and Lancer peeked over the surface of his desk and looked around his classroom.

It was as though a bomb had gone off. Desks were thrown everywhere, either lying on their sides or completely turned over with pieces scattered all around. Small shards of glass covered everything like a sharp jagged blanket of snow.

As he slowly stood up, surveying the damage, his eyes came across a site he was definitely not expecting and if he had not lived in Amity Park he would have had no idea as to what the substance could be. Small drops of glowing green liquid goo were randomly splashed all over the desks and glass shards, and it was dripping from the window.

Lancer slowly walked over to the window to see and hopefully get a better look at what ghost had caused the massive damage to his classroom when he heard a very soft moan. He whipped around looking for the source of the sound, scared of what he may see.

Amity Park was the ghost capital of the world, and being from there, it was as common to see ghost attacks as it was to have gunfights in New Orleans. It was considered a way of life for the town to run screaming from ghosts. During the ghost attacks the citizens would hope that the ghost hunters would actually do something to help but they rarely ever did. The high school that Mr. Lancer worked at as a Vice-Principal, English teacher and Substitute teacher was called Casper High, and to the dismay of all who attended, it was one of the most popular attack locations. No one was really sure why the ghosts tended to attack the high school more than anywhere else but there was a theory that it was because of the large quantity of people that gathered there during the day. Higher numbers made for more people to terrorize and in turn more fun.

Lancer knew of the theory and thought it might be true but in this case, school had let out nearly half an hour ago so why would a ghost want to attack the place when it was empty? Maybe it wasn't aware of the time? Lancer heard another soft moan, this time realizing the direction it was coming from. He took a few steps over to where a pile of desks had flown to and stopped in front of them, too scared to take another step.

What if it was a trick? What if it was a ghost who didn't want to work very hard and instead was trying to lure him over to where it was so it could attack him? Or maybe it really was hurt and wasn't one of the many evil ghosts haunting the city, but one of the few that are supposed to be good? He knew that not all ghosts could really be evil but that didn't mean he trusted ghosts and wasn't really sure he wanted to find out what was behind those desks.

Just as he was about to turn around and run for it, he heard a grunt as though someone was trying to get up but had fallen back down. His curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his body as far over as he could and peeked around the desks. For a moment, Lancer was shocked and not just because it was a ghost who lay there, but because of which ghost it was.

There lying on his side was a glowing boy with snow-white hair, a black hazmat suit, white gloves and white boots. On his chest there was an emblem of a large letter D with a smaller letter P inside of it. That was his symbol, everyone knew him by it. He was the infamous ghost boy, Danny Phantom.

The young ghost-boy was the only complete mystery that remained in Amity Park. It had been nearly three years ago when he first started showing up and no one was sure of what to think of him. When he had attacked the mayor he became public enemy number one, and was given the name Inviso-Bill. But at one point or another people started calling him Danny Phantom and there were those who chose to call him just Phantom. He seemed to be different from the other ghosts although he caused just as much damage over the years as they did; he claimed that it happened because he was protecting the citizens of Amity Park. More recently, however, people had been trying to decide whether he was good or bad. Naturally, all the ghost hunters believed him to be completely evil and hell-bent, but their opinions didn't dictate the truth. In the past few months he had saved so many people, including a bus full of children moments before it fell over a bridge. The little acts of heroism that seemed to drive him, made many people who were trying to decide their stand on him, tip the scales towards Danny Phantom being a good ghost who had made some mistakes in the past. Lancer had never put too much thought into the good and evil debate because, from where he stood, all he saw was a boy around the same age as his students. It didn't mean he thought him to be angelic, he merely felt indifferent to the topic.

Lancer took an involuntary step back, unsure of what to think. His mind froze and drew such a large blank that he was unable to make a coherent thought. Instead, he stood staring at the ghost boy, watching as he slowly started to stir from his unconscious state. Suddenly, Lancer's mind shot back to life. Millions of thoughts raced through his head.

'What's going on? What happened to him? I've never even seen the ghost boy this close before...I've never seen him this weak before either.'

Suddenly, Phantom's glowing green eyes began to open. It pulled Lancer out of his racing thoughts and brought his full attention to the ghost boy lying in front of him. Lancer stood unmoving; unsure of what to do, he just kept staring.

Phantom slowly rolled onto his stomach, bringing his arms to his sides to try and push himself up. His arms shook from the strain and his face was pulled into an expression of pure pain. He collapsed to the floor, grunting as he fell onto his side in the same position he was in before. It was at that time that the young ghost noticed a pair of legs in front of him, realizing he wasn't alone anymore; he slowly looked up into Lancer's face.

Lancer could see the tears in the boy's eyes and the pain written all over his face. His own expression was one of shock and confusion at seeing that. Their eyes met and the boy practically pleaded through the connection. He opened his mouth slowly, trying to form words, but when nothing seemed to come out he tried again. On his second try, Lancer leaned forward and concentrated on trying to hear what the boy said.

"Please…" came the soft raspy voice in barely a whisper,

"Help me…plea…" Mid-word, the ghost boy fell into unconsciousness from the effort, the glow of his body faded until it was practically non-existent.

I hope ya'll liked my first chapter please let me know what you think I'll greatly appreciate it. I accept all reviews so even anonymous. Thanks again.

~Mia