This fic is a test. I'm not sure how it's going to end or where it's gonna go, but you know what, I like winging things. Please review, and be honest on how I can improve!
Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom, I wouldn't be writing stories on fanfiction sites, now now, would I?

It wasn't like the coal-haired seventeen year-old was looking for trouble. He was just like a magnet of sorts; if he was around, something was bound to happen. And today was another one of those days...it was one of those days where you had some kind of instinctive feeling that it'd be different from normal. Although Daniel Fenton's life was far from what most people, even the citizens of Amity Park, would call "normal".

Ever since the portal accident three years ago, his life had been flipped upside down. In the past three years, he and his best friends, Sam and Tucker. had changed quite a lot. Danny had abandoned his traditional white and red shirt for a gray one with a small green DP insignia on the left side of his chest. Each member of Team Phantom would wear the emblem somewhere, no matter what size. He stuck with his jeans and red tennis shoes, however. He also wore a thin white long-sleeved shirt underneath his gray one, as his arms had developed scars not even supernatural healing could completely fix.

Tucker still had his signature red hat, though he wore a shirt that was about the same color as his green cargo shorts, which he'd swapped for khakis, and kept his brown boots. He'd also gotten new glasses after cracking the lens on his old ones. They looked the same, except the rims were a deep navy blue. His "mark", as they called it, was a gold-colored clip Sam had gotten for him to put on his belt.

Sam herself had gotten a few purple highlights in her hair, and wore deep, almost blood red lipstick instead of lavender. She wore a black shirt with red trimmed sleeves, and a black skirt with a gray raven silhouette in the corner. She kept her combat boots however, in fact, they seemed a bit more painful than before, and she wouldn't hesitate to show them if they needed. She'd also gotten a purple DP insignia etched into the band on her left wrist. She looked as amazing as ever, and Danny could feel himself liking her as a bit more than a friend, though he kept it to himself.

It was funny how much you could change in the span of three or four years.

"Hurry up, Danny! If you take much longer, you'll be late for school!" Danny's father called from downstairs. The boy was already dressed, but still needed to brush his teeth before taking off.

"Huh?" Apparently, the mirror was cracked. Danny's reflection showed a black line under his right eye. But when he moved, the line moved with him. The bathroom mirror was definitely not cracked. He ran his finger over the mark. Granted, it was small, but it was still easily visible. It was strange, yes, but he'd have to talk to Sam and Tucker about it at school. Wait, school! He quickly finished brushing his teeth, then rushed downstairs, grabbing his booksack, and made a beeline for the door.

"So, you're telling me is that you just woke up this morning with that?" Sam asked, observing the mark. It was quite strange, in fact. It wasn't a scar, though it resembled one a bit. It was flat, so it wasn't a scab either. It was almost like a tattoo.

"Dude, if you look from the right angle..." Tucker squinted, "It sort of looks like it's glowing..."

"What?! Look, Tucker, we've known you were crazy since you started naming your PDAs," Danny started, eyeing Tucker as he whispered something along the lines of 'hush my baby, he didn't mean that' to his PDA. "But this? I think your glasses are reflecting the light weird or something. It's not glowing." The halfa stated. Sam reached out her hand to touch it, but quickly learned that that was a bad idea.

"Ouch! Danny, that thing...it shocked me!" The goth almost yipped, pulling back her hand and shaking it frantically. Danny narrowed his eyes. He wanted someone to pop out from behind the corner and yell 'April Fools!', even though it was near the end of September.

"Wait, really? Let me see..." Tucker extended his palm out to touch it.

"Tucker, that's probably-"

"Yoww!" Tucker reacted similarly to Sam, except he freaked out a bit more.

"...not a good idea. Look, I have no idea what this thing is, but I don't think it's normal." Of course, Danny knew his life was probably the polar opposite of normal, but this was still strange, even on that level. Tucker muttered something like 'you're not normal', but an angry flash of green from Danny's eyes stopped him mid-sentence.

"I think we should just ignore it for now. It'll probably go away later, but-" Sam was cut short by the bell. "Agh! I forgot we had Science! Come on, we don't need another tardy. See you at lunch, Tuck!" She grabbed Danny's hand and the two of them rushed to the classroom.

"Samantha and Daniel, do either of you have an explanation for being late?" Mr. Jones asked, his brown eyes seemingly staring into their souls.

"N-no sir..." Danny said. There was something about their physics teacher that unnerved Danny. Maybe it was his harsh tone of voice; Lancer's voice was angelic compared to him.

"Then take a seat. We've wasted enough time already." The two of them took their seats, waiting for the lesson. "Today, class, thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Fenton's donation of excess ectoplasm, we will be studying it's effects when mixed with common substances such as water. Everyone get in groups of two." Sam and Danny looked straight at each other, and it was already done. Danny got a tube of ectoplasm, as did one of each member from every group. Mr. Jones had handed out some cups of warm water, as well as rubbing alcohol and...something that looked like orange juice?

"Let's just get the water one over with." Danny sighed, and Sam nodded. He put a few drops of ectoplasm into the cup of water, and it fizzled for a moment before causing a minor explosion in Danny's face. Sort of like with Coke and mentos, but on a much smaller scale. He could hear Dash and Kwan snickering behind him. He whipped his head around, and immediately they stopped laughing and just kind of...well...stared.

"Uhh, Danny, you might wanna take a look at this..." Sam reached into her bag and pulled out the beauty mirror her parents forced her to bring. She opened it, and Danny's eyes widened.

"What? No no no...no..." He whispered the last one. The marking from earlier had grown longer somehow, and made a zig-zag pattern across his right eye. It was glowing faintly, blue tinted at the top and green near the bottom. It almost looked like a certain scar on a face he'd come to know very well.

"Clockwork."