[A/N] Hello, I'm here. I'm not going to be that one that reviews on a bunch of stories and then never writes one myself :/

So here's something I came up a long time ago, but my Google account was deleted so I rewrote it and added in better OCs. And yes, there is going to be DanixOC, but I'll try to keep it to a minimum.

I love Maximum Ride, and if you do too you'll be able to spot some of the Maximum Ride references. Tell me how many you find, cause I know I'm not counting.

I do not own Danny Phantom, and I also do not keep Butch Hartman in my basement making him make the fourth season of Danny Phantom, though I wish at least one was true. What I do own is this story, my OCs, and the headache you will most likely get while reading this. This is probably similar to most DanixOC stories (sorry, ghostanimal! Loved your story but this is so much like yours), so I am sorry in advance. :/

Edit: I'm sorry, but this is not a real update. I'm just editing some shit I forgot. Just some random notes here and there.

Danielle was currently sitting on a yellow plastic chair in the police station. Her bag sat on the blue one next to her, full of what should have been her stolen goods (but those had been confiscated for obvious reasons). Dani had been escorted into a police car after she was caught trying to steal a new sweatshirt - her blue one had been getting boring, and in rags (but the first one was obviously more important) when she saw one that caught her eye. The sweatshirt was a sleeveless black one with a diagonal bright green stripe spanning from her shoulder to her waist and disappearing to her back. Dani was almost to the exit when she was stopped by a young cashier that obviously worked out - Dani knew he would get a raise at her own expense. And Dani knew that she should have used her ghost powers, but she was so caught up in the moment she had forgotten to, what Danny often did.

The gray, concrete walls were starting to get to her and, with no entertainment aside from the fashion magazines on the table next to her bag she had already flipped through multiple times, she sighed. The early January cold and no heater didn't help - I probably don't have an ice core like Danny, she thought as she shivered a bit.

A policewoman, probably in her late forties or fifties walked in. She closed the door to her holding cell and sat in the dark green chair next to Danielle. Dani crinkled her nose her nose slightly, as the woman smelt vaguely of cat pee.

"Hi, my names Priscilla Jones," she asked in a deep, sweet voice that matched her large frame and white hair, sunglasses covering her eyes. Danielle thought that if she were wearing white (which she was not, it was infact a sickly pink) she would have rivaled for the Guys in White.

"Hi, Priscilla. I'm Danielle, but you can call me Dani with an 'i,'" Dani answered, smiling. Despite her past with Vlad and Valerie, Danielle was a very trusting person - she found it easier to just hope the person was nice and wouldn't kill her instead of playing the "what-if" game in her head.

"Okay, Dani with an 'i,' what's your last name?" Danielle muttered something neither she nor Priscilla didn't understand. "What was that?"

"Don't have one," Danielle said simply.

"Okay, I'll leave that blank for now…" Scribble, scribble went the pen. Is that seriously hot pink? "Where do you come from?"

"...Amity Park." Priscilla tilted her head slightly, like a confused dog, Danielle thought.

"Isn't that the town with all of the ghosts, and that one 'hero' guy… Dan Phantom?"

"Danny Phantom, and yeah. That's the one." There was a pause, and Priscilla looked up as if expecting someone to walk through the door. But there was nothing, so she just scribbled down more notes in chicken scratch that Danielle couldn't read.

"Alright, one last question. What are you doing all the way in Ride City, Minnesota?"

Danielle paused. Crap, no excuse ready. "Just… ya know… traveling...?" It had come out as more of a question than an answer, but Priscilla accepted it, not wanting to push the girl past her limits.

There was an almost tangible silence. Danielle's eyes made their way back to the magazines on the table. Danny Phantom saves day again? Was the title of the only one she hadn't read yet.

Finally, Danielle spoke up. "So, what's going to happen to me?" Priscilla looked at her questioningly but answered truthfully. "We're putting you in foster care till a family comes and takes you in."

Dani grimaced. She had heard stories of kids who had terrible childhoods while in foster care. With my luck, I'll probably get a bad family, Danielle thought sourly.

"Alright, I'll go make some calls and see if someone'll let you in already," and with that, Priscilla left, leaving Danielle in silence. So she took out a small quilt she had gotten from one of the local stores, laid on the chairs and fell fairly quick into a deep sleep. She vaguely remembered that her dreams where something about doughnuts, but who could be sure.

When Danielle awoke, she found Priscilla standing over her and immediately shot up. Dani found herself tightly gripping Priscilla's hand, already readying a punch with the other. Dani sheepishly released it, using Danny's habit of rubbing the back of his head to good use.

"Quite a grip you got there, Danielle," Priscilla said before continuing with, "some people, Mr. and Mrs. Dwyer, said they'd be willing to take ya in."

"It's Dani, and that's-that's great..." Danielle said, sounding not at all thrilled. Priscilla caught on, replying with, "Oh c'mon, Dani, it'll be fun! I've heard they've got the best cookies in town," wink, "and they've got two girls of their own, Elizabeth and April - so you'll fit right in."

Dani sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to get out of this without using her powers - which she hated to use unless absolutely necessary or if she was pranking someone - both were optional. At least I can get up on my supplies before getting to the next town, she thought bitterly. "Now gather up your things, they want you to get all set up before the school week starts."

When Dani had put all of her belongings into the bag, she got into the front seat, set the iPod she had received from Priscilla for the ride to a loud rock band she didn't recognize and closed her eyes, wondering where her luck would take her next.

So, whaddaya think? Terrible? Horrible? The best thing you've ever read? Hopefully the latter, but whatever.

Please review, favorite, follow, or something. I don't really care but one of the three would really make my day. Thanks for reading, I'll probably post the next chapter in a few days.

Edit: Yeah, sorry once again. Still isn't an actual chapter. I'll be spending the next few days getting ready for the next chapter, but in the meantime enjoy these random and useless chapter updates.