Uh hi. I'm here again.

This is kinda trashy but

I kinda maybe like it a little bit

It's only like 1000 words but—

I was never too good at long chapters.

Hope you enjoy thank you!

OOC maybe warning. I'm a sucker for everlasting trio so that might happen too.

Summery.

After the events of PP Phantom is coming to the high school of a certain Samantha Manson. Things are about to hit a new kind of hell in Casper High.

AU.

In which Daniel is given ghost powers and turned into a halfa at the age of two years old when the portal in his parents basement exploded, killing all the members of the household minus him. Taken in by clockwork he lives out his life trying—keyword: trying— to keep the words at peace. And now, he has to go to high school. Also. Kind Danny cause that's kinda fun.

When he first showed up people did not yet know what to think of him. To all of them he was just another ghost, another ghost who was just another threat, but he wasn't really was he? When they thought back on it he never did anything bad on purpose. Which was perplexing all by its self, and he always made sure everyone was safe. So I wasn't really that much of a surprise when he was also there to help save the world. The Disasteroid, they were calling it. A terrible joke of a name, but still terrifying. A man, their very own mayor, Mr. Masters reviled himself as a ghost, standing above all else like a god. Speaking of his plan to save humanity. We'll turn the asteroid intangible he said, but it didn't work. Ectoranium they were calling it. A natural kryptonite to ghost. So Phantom got to work.

That was a week ago, but for Samantha Elizabeth Manson it felt like yesterday. She sighed heavily, combing her long pale fingers though the pitch strands of her hair. He was coming to her high school. Apparently the boy had never been to high school before. In fact he'd never been to any school at all. She just hoped there wouldn't be another A-Lister to deal with. Standing up and streaching her legs she moved to her door; black, covered in Dumbty Humpty posters she opened it. It was quiet; dark outside. Giving the whole mansion a spooky haunted-like apparence. The floor boards were cold and crisp, groaning under the weight of her bare feet as she moved. A glance out the window told her ghost were out again. Radiant streaks of acid greens flashed and danced across the star painted sky, white dots sipping around all while this was happening.

"Hope he isn't up all night," she muttered thinking about how tiring it would be to be up all night fighting just to go to school of all things. Which then brought up another question. Did ghost even sleep? Sam shook her head with a soft smile. If the courses they took were right then, no ghost did not sleep.

What didn't make sense to Sam was why he still had to fight all the others. He was the king or rather prince depending on how you looked at it and who you asked. Rumour said that there was a rebellion made up of all the 'bad' ghost that didn't like Phantom being the new king. Her thoughts were moving faster than she could finish them, simply thinking of Phantoms name brought up another wave of questions. What was his real name, or would we just call him Phantom. It seemed like a pretty weird name, but she wasn't one to judge. She briefly remembered some of the ghost referring to him as something with a D, Damien? Daniel?Dash? She shuddered. No need for two Dashes let alone one. Shaking her head she returned to what she was doing before she stopped. Getting a drink of water.

Blinking away the sleep from her eyes she glanced around the room, ah yes it was Wednesday. Lovely. It was the worst day, schedule wise. Double LA with Lancer, then gym with Tetslaff, a free period and then double History with Falluca. No thanks. Sam sat up. The Ghost-Boy as Paulina would say, was coming to school. This was gonna be a big beautiful mess, and she couldn't wait. Bless that poor boy and let the American education system have mercy on his soul.

"Can you believe this?" Was the first thing Sam heard when she made her way down the stairs. "There letting that—that thing into our school! Near our children!" Ah, mother. She didn't like Phantom all too much. "It is not even a person!" scratch that. She didn't like him at all. Sam opted to ignore her mother. Let her rant and complain. Get it all out. Get it all out. "Samantha!" Oh no "You are forbidden from speaking to that" Shudder. "Thing!"

"Mom—"

"It's a discrace letting that thing even near our children"

"Dear—" oh. Hi Dad.

"We should call a meeting— town meeting. Why we need to get that thing away from our children"

"Mo—"

"Before it corrupts them all!"

"Okay—love you too mom. Bye!"

"Sammie—"

Slam

Sam was practically laughing out in joy as she sprinted down the road and away from her house—ehem, mansion. She was so gonna becomes friends with Phantom just to spite her mother. Oh hell yeah.

"What's made you so giddy?"

Hi Tucker. "Mother dearest is going nuts."

He raised an eye brow. "Not even a hello. Feeling the love here." He mumbled before continuing. "And why would that be?"

"She's mad that Phantoms going our school."

"Wh—"

"She thinks he's gonna corrupt us or something. I don't know. I left before it got to bad."

Tucker snorted. "I can feel the corruption already."

Sam was about to ask why before she noticed they were at school. Huh. Across the street was a very human—nervous looking Phantom. He looking nothing like he did when in battle. Wearing a simple grey, long sleeved t-shirt and black pants. Out of one arm hole—the left one—was, instead of skin, ice. You could see right down to the bone. Spooky Sam thought as she gave him a once-over.

"Uh hi." A voice brought her out of her musings—and crap.

"Hi." Wow Sam. Intelligent.

"I'm Uh- Daniel but I guess, you probably knew that."

"Dude your—your Phantom!" Geek

"I—yeah." He seemed uncomfortable.

"You prefer Daniel right?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind that is."

"No, no, it's all cool."

He smiled. Adorable. "So, you know my name, but—I don't know yours."

"Right yeah, I'm Tucker—"

"—Foley. That's T.F. As in Too Fine" Sam interjected. Ignoring the offended 'hey!' Sent her way. "And I'm Sam Manson. Nice to meet you."

"Uh, Yeah." Daniel stated bewildered. Humans were weird. He liked them. "You too. I—um, do you think you can show me where my classes are?" This was awkward. So, so awkward, and it was hilarious.

Daniel had shown us his schedule, and as if the gods had bless us—which he commented was all to possible, given the fact that his adoptive father was the master of time—he had most of the same classes as us. Mother dearest was going to have a fit.

So we were heading to Lancers class how fun. "Ms. Manson, Mr. Foley—how lovely for you to join us." They were late. They were so late. "Oh and, Mr. Phantom." He greeted. Daniel bushed and looked down. How cute.

"Oh yeah um hi."

"I hope your time here will be—" he paused. "Enjoyable." Pfft. What a joke. Daniel only nodded.

We sat near the back, Daniel sitting to the left of Sam and Tucker, and on the right of a certain foot ball star—who looked a little too excited about the fact that the Phantom was sitting next to him.

This was gonna be hell, and Sam couldn't wait.