Danny groaned as the Box Ghost appeared from the air. "Can't I ever get a break at a good time?"

the Box Ghost scratched his head. "Uh… NO! For that you will face my corrugated cardboard wrath!" A gloved hand made contact with a thermos, and then a button. One ghostly scream from the Box Ghost later Danny was back in the school, and human form, grumpily trying to remember what class he had now, since he left during a changeover.

Grumbling he made his way towards Physical Education, otherwise known as the bully's playground to the students who weren't popular. He slipped into the changing rooms, and then into his locker to change privately, no point showing off both tan lines from his suit and various scars after all. Changing quickly, he dashed out the changing rooms to the hall where register was taken, and nearly fell through the floor in surprise at what he saw.

Instead of Ms. Tetslaff there was a smiling man in her place, with boxing gloves. And a box full of them next to him. Oh dear. Stumbling, he walked in and sat down next to Tucker dazedly. Tucker gave him a weird look. "Hey Danny- what's up?"

Danny glared at the man, who was taking roll call at the moment. "HERE SIR! I don't like that guy, new guys are bad news!"

Tucker laughed. "Yeah, like lord snapper, ghost of Venus fly traps who just wanted to cuddle Sam's plant, totally bad news!"

Danny frowned in acknowledgement but stared onwards, reluctantly paying attention but still unnerved. After the last name had been called the man stood up a little straighter, before he began speaking with a light British accent. "Hello class! I'm Mr. Smith, and for two periods today I am going to be giving you all a crash course on boxing, for 10% of your final grade!"

Grumbles around the hall, but mainly anticipation, especially from the Jock's corner. Danny's head hit his hands from his. "Great, learning to fight people in a closed space, could it get any worse?"

Standing in the center of the hall was Mr. Smith moving his hand around the crowd. Suddenly he grinned, eyes flashing a little. "How would you like to volunteer, Dan?"

despite the initial shock at being called up, that quickly turned to cold chills as he heard the name the instructor called him. Shaking a little, he stood up and made his way over to the center amidst cruel laughter from his peers.

Frowning the teacher sent a glare to the Jocks and instantly the hall was silenced. "Now Dan, I'm going to put on these mitts and I want you to put on the gloves and punch the dots."

Nervously Danny nodded, casting an eye around for Tucker unsuccessfully as he lent down to grab them. As he put them on Danny gulped. Maybe his reflexes carried through to his human form a little, his healing did after all. Maybe his secret might be exposed…

Mr Smith smiled down at the young halfa. Danny began shaking a little. "Come on, punch the dots! It can't be that hard, Dan!"

A weak fist hit them and fell back down again, a face hidden by bangs behind it. "Can I go down now?"

Mr Smith frowned, and gently stopped him. "Try again, harder."

Danny cringed and punched the mitts another time, slightly denting them this time. The frown deepened. "HARDER!" caught off guard Danny lunged forwards at the mitts and knocked him off his feet. From his position on the floor, the teacher blinked in surprise. The hall was silent, until a gasp broke the silence. "Fenton… knocked him down?"

murmurs, but generally confusion on how it happened. Most developed the conclusion that the instructor wasn't expecting it, but Dash wasn't so sure.

Short, but I think it got the point across. I don't think this will be a multi chappie though unless people want it to be.