Chapter Title: Random Prologue and the Introduction of Most of the OCs
Warnings: Sugggestions of yaoi (but not really), grammatically correct CRACK, AU, OCs
A/N: Written with my co-author, Ralmal, who refuses to create an account on And in this story, I am Elemia.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Nor do I wish I owned Danny Phantom. Actually, I do, but if I did, it would be fourteen times randomer…give or take a few hundred times…it's all good.

It was 1:10, and the bell had rung, telling all students still in the hallways that they were going to be in major trouble…but not really, because the late rule was almost never really enforced.

In room 1210, a class containing exactly twenty-five (that means, of course, 25) freshmen were already sitting down, awaiting the start of their 42-minute long Freshman Honors English class. However, this was not just any class, for this class was the class of…

Ms. Jackson – freshman honors teacher extraordinaire, who is nothing if not a minor character in the story.

Standing up, Ms. Jackson, a youthful woman of indeterminate age, casually strolled to the board, and dispensed the usual start-of-class writing assignment:

"Class, today's writing prompt is to write a love poem about someone you love."

The aforementioned class, being the hormonally-imbalanced group of 14-15 year olds they were, glanced at each other suspiciously, afraid, for the most part, to disturb the complete silence in the room.

Suddenly, a short white boy with poofy brown hair mused aloud, "Who do I choose, Paulina or Danny?" Oh, but this was no ordinary short white boy, this was the Lexa, extremely athletic cross-country and track participant and a freshman with a large ego, who was altogether too smart for his own good.

From across the room, a slightly-taller-than-the-Lexa Asian girl cried, "I love the Lexa!" This glasses-dependant Chinese girl was Elemia, who was currently defending the title of 'Most Random Person to Ever go to Amazon East High School.' (She was voted in by her friends)

Perplexed, the Lexa asked, "What?" but all he received for his trouble was Elemia's nonchalant "Nothing…nothing…"

Hereupon, Elemia's friend, Ralmal, who just happened to sit right next to the Lexa, burst out laughing and fell off her chair.

The rest of the class, deeming the disturbance over and done with, started writing as Ralmal grabbed her pen and began writing on the floor, becoming a convenient obstacle to anyone who wished to walk about…but nobody wanted to, so it was okay.

A good five minutes later, Ms. Jackson flounced back to her seat at the table in the center of the room and declared, "Okay, time's up. Let's discuss our WPs."

Unfortunately for the good teacher, there was a collective silence and the teens, again, glanced suspiciously at each other, none of them wishing to be the first to declare their undying love for another…

…Until the Lexa decided to break the silence again. What is with him? "I wrote a poem about…my hero…Danny Phantom…and it goes like this: I love the halfa…and-"

Interrupting the extremely embarrassed Lexa, Elemia stood up and said, "What is a halfa?"

Ralmal, having watched Danny Phantom (again and again and again and again…) calmy replied, "It's a half-kid half-ghost thing…"

Her insatiable curiosity fulfilled (for the moment), Elemia sat down again murmuring, "Thanks for the clarification."

Continuing his poem, the Lexa began, "And then…"

But he was interrupted by Ms. Jackson who abruptly announced in a nervous voice, "Oookay, we're out of time."

Not about to be outdone, and not about to pass up this opportunity to prove he was the most intelligent person in the class (which indeed, sadly, he was), Lexa retorted, "But class just started…"

"Uh…right. Well…ANYBODY ELSE?" roared Ms. Jackson in the same nervous voice (hard to do, eh?).

"I have a line," cried Ralmal joyously. The rest of the class shifted in their seats to better view the new volunteer. "Here it goes. 'December 8th, 2005.'

Suddenly, the whole class bursts into applause, except for the Lexa. Ms. Jackson, in particular, was heard to shout, "BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT!"

As for the Lexa, he just sat there with a confused look on his face as he muttered, "Did I miss something?"

Exactly twenty-three hours and fifty-seven minutes after the beginning of the previous story, Elemia and Ralmal were standing by the center table, talking to one of their classmates.

Said classmate, a tall goth/punk-ish girl named Julia, was speaking about…Danny Phantom, Ralmal's favorite show.

"I wrote a song about the Tucker," she said, completely unashamed of herself.

Upon hearing this, Ralmal cried, "WHAT? There is no way! Who would do that?"

Elemia giggled nervously, obviously very ashamed of herself.

Ralmal, a look of complete horror on her face, screamed "WHAT? Come on, please tell me I'm not going crazy!"

Whirling about, Ralmal noticed the peculiar antics of her classmates…they were all sitting rigidly at their desks, staring blankly into space as they repeated their monotone chant: "WE LOVE TUCKER…WE LOVE TUCKER…" like the herd of mindless, brain-eating zombies they currently were.

The chanting halted, though as Ralmal did the only rational thing she could think of…"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Her melodramatic cry, however, was cut short by the unexpected entrance of Tucker. (go figure.) Whereupon the room was again filled with shrieking, although this time it came from the female students-turned-fangirls…and the Lexa, proving once and for all that he is the ultimate fangirl. The guys-turned-fanboys said something along the lines of "He is so hot."

Tucker, not quite stupid enough to ignore what was happening, replied, "Um…thank you?"

But unfortunately for the hapless character, the entire class, including their teacher, began to close in on him, again beginning their dirge of "WE LOVE TUCKER…WE LOVE TUCKER…"

Just before he was buried beneath the swarm of people, Tucker cried, "NOO! DANNY! HELP ME!" And lo and behold, Danny Phantom came flying in through the window.

"BACK OFF!" he ordered, causing everyone to jump away.

Ralmal, gladdened beyond belief, joyously said, "THANK YOU! Another sane person…" Only to be shocked…

...For Danny hugged Tucker and declared, "He's mine!"

And throughout the world, Tucker's forlorn cry could be heard... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Meh! Tell me what you think, please!

Oh, I don't mind flames either. Just please tell my why you hate it so much...