Hey guys! This is my very first story and to be honest I don't know where its going but I hope u all like it and review. Tell me what u think, I would love to hear some of ur ideas if u got any.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. If I did it would probably have a fourth season and there would be some Tucker and Jazz shipping

Anyway, Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Encounter with "Inviso-Bill"

It's not going to change, is it? Wherever I go, there is always going to be someone who makes them self feel better by making everyone else's life miserable. Sadly I'm one of their outlets every time. Of course I am. After all I'm different from them and they don't like that. For starters I'm an ultra-recycle vegetarian. Forget pages, their tastes are on a completely different book than mine. Plus I'm a Goth; we just don't mix. Because of this I don't really qualify as what society deems "pretty". Who knows, maybe I don't. Not that I think I'm hideous or anything. I'm 5'3 feet tall so I'm kind of on the short side, my eye color is so rare people usually think I wear contacts. My skin is a pale-ish white compared to my jet black hair and my body is slim and petite enough to look fragile. Like I'll break anytime soon; not that they'll care if I ever do. Maybe that's why I'm always in this situation, there isn't much to fear. From me, that is.

Well, now that you know all that about me I guess I should tell you who I am and what I am doing in an alley behind the school surrounded by five other kids. My name is Sam Manson. And to be honest I don't know what I did to make them do this to me, not all of them at least, but then again they don't need that much of a reason to do this to someone.

I'm pretty sure that the Hispanic girl to the side- Pauline or something- was the girl who instantly disliked me this morning in the lunch room when we accidentally bumped into each other. She yelled at me with a thick Hispanic accent about watching were I was going (very original, I know. Called me a "loser" to boot) and I, being my everyday charming self, answered back by calling her a floozy airhead. Not that she knew what it meant, mind you. She glared at me furiously before leaving the cafeteria with her little group following her. Still that wasn't reason enough to act like this. It's my first day for crying out loud! They don't even know me... Whatever. To them it doesn't matter that they don't know me enough, they still cornered me in an alley and pushed me around just for kicks or that that Pauline left a scratch on my face when she slapped me or that her pathetic blonde boyfriend punched me in the stomach hard enough to throw me to the ground with me landing on broken glass and practically stabbing myself.

"That's what you get for insulting me, freak!" She smirked at me when she saw me looking at her from my spot on the floor while the blonde guy kicked me in the stomach. "Ugh!" That is gonna worsen the bruise that his previous kicks and punches made.

Looking to the side I see that the other two girls and Asian looking guy were not really enjoying this as much as the slut and the prick in front of me were. But I blame them as much as I blame these two psychos. After all, they might have only pushed me around a little but they are still bystanders to this whole thing.

Right after the Hispanic bimbo says that, the temperature around us suddenly drops and all five of them freeze in their movements (no pun intended). The tense silence was broken by a horrific roar that terrified me to the core. I could hear my heart beating faster and harder and my chest felt too tight. It hurt.

As I was trying to process the possibility of that being an actual live dragon that just phased through the wall behind me, those bastards start running away and I quickly and painfully try to sit against the wall behind me, clutching my heavily bleeding side before that thing is looming over my face. An actual dragon? Yes. A live one? Not so much. From the loss of blood and the amount of kicks I took to the stomach, I could already feel myself losing consciousness. I was tired and I didn't want to be here any longer.

'This is it. I'm going to die...' were my thoughts as the dragon was getting closer and looking ready to attack me. Feeling too weak to move at all, I just closed my eyes and faced away waiting for my obvious fate. In those few seconds I felt peace and calm. Feelings I don't remember having in a long while, possibly never. And I wanted them... Craved for them, even. If I died here then that would mean I wouldn't have to go through this pain. I wouldn't have to feel the, oh so familiar hurt or the feeling of my own blood spreading through my clothes and slipping through my fingers.

But the blow never came and I was still very much alive. I was still losing consciousness fast. Like I was drowning in a dark, murky ocean with no distinction between up or down. With no way out.

There was a screech and other things my foggy mind couldn't really make out; something like a fight maybe. It was silent after a bright flash of light that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. I could hear a voice but I couldn't understand what it was saying, it might have been talking to me but I don't really remember. After what felt like an eternity, the voice I had heard came closer, it was smooth and definitely male. When I felt a cold hand move my face I opened my eyes to a pair of worried, toxic green eyes staring back at me. He looked around my age, but with the white hair I couldn't tell. I think he asked me if I was okay and maybe I tried to nod since my head started hurting, but I'm not sure. My vision was getting blurry and the corners of my vision were turning black.

At this point in my life I wasn't necessarily worried about what would happen to me, so I wasn't scared of dying, not really. I just didn't want to be in pain anymore. When I felt his hand in the crook of my legs and around my waist I just leaned against him. I knew what was coming and I knew it would hurt but when he picked me up it was still too much for my in-process-of-healing body. The pain was overwhelming before the sweet bliss of unconsciousness took over.

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When I came to, the first thing I noticed before anything else were my aching cuts and bruises. My aching and bandaged cuts and bruises. Instantly I recalled the events before I blacked out. 'Might have been a nightmare' I hoped, but when I managed to crack my eyes open I realized that I was right when I didn't want to be. This wasn't my room. In fact this wasn't you're typical room, it seemed more like a lab than anything. There were tools lying around and weird machines that did who-knows-what. Looking around, I came across those startlingly neon green eyes staring back at me again. He was breathtaking. Silver white hair, glowing green eyes and sharp boyish features. He was wearing a black jumpsuit with white gloves, boots and belt.

"Thank the infinite realms, you're finally awake." It was so low I barely caught it.

"How are you feeling?" The sincerity and concern in his voice shocked me. I could only get a mumbled out "good" from my lips though I was lying.

"Were you the one that bandaged me?" I wondered out loud, once I remembered it. He just nodded at me. "Thanks, um...?" I said while looking at him in the eyes expectantly.

"...Danny Phantom" he was looking at me as if waiting for something to happen, expecting me to do something. 'Like run away screaming considering he's a ghost!' I thought amused. Him floating around with his legs crossed wouldn't really help if I were like the others, but I'm not so I'm not as concerned as I should be. He looked nice and bandaging my wounds was good enough for me.

"Right. Well, in case you want to know, I'm Sam Manson. Just moved here to Amity Park a couple of days ago and I'm not very familiar with this whole ghost thing or anything so thank you very much for the save," his eyes widened a little when he realized that what he was probably expecting won't happen and I finished talking " hope I'm not imposing on you or anything."

He shook his head looking rather confused, which I found somewhat hilarious. Hesitating he asked "you... aren't scared of me? No screaming? No running away or hitting me with anything you can find?" At that I couldn't help but to start laughing although regretting it immediately when my stomach starts hurting. He looked at me as if there was something wrong with me and maybe there was. I mean I am talking to a ghost as if it were nothing. Most people don't but other than that there isn't much wrong with me on the surface. For all intents and purposes I was fine.

"Scared? Of you? Why should I be? Because you're a ghost? Please!" I said flicking my hand at him. "You just saved my life! Seriously. If it weren't for you I would probably be in a lot of pain right now. You even went out of your way to treat my wounds for me! Why would I-?" Checking my bandaged hand I stopped when I saw how far up my arm it went. I'd forgotten about those. He had definitely seen them but I was too afraid to ask. I don't know what I would do if he had. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if he did. He was a ghost, who would he tell? Half the people were too busy hunting him and the other half were too preoccupied with running away from him. Beside, seeing as how delighted he looked when I told him I wasn't scared of him, he probably didn't have that many friends. I could sure use one right about now. Trying to calm myself down in order to ask him about it, he-

"I won't tell anyone about them" -already seemed to have realized my dilemma. Motioning to my wrist I chokingly asked him, "so you saw them after all." Guess it came out more like a statement than I intended it to. He was too quiet for my liking but I didn't know what else to say. Right now to me the floor was more interesting than anything else. I felt too vulnerable.

"Yeah, your... scars, right?" He seemed uncertain of whether or not to mention them and I appreciated it. As uncertain as him I looked at him and quietly asked him, "promise?"

He was looking at me when I looked up and when our eyes met, he kindly smiled at me. "Yeah, I promise." I smiled back and his smile seemed to get bigger brightening his whole face.

Posted: 3/28/15