Only people who have never heard of this series would think I own Danny Phantom, but I don't.


English Class Blues

It would not shut up.

The obnoxious sound continued, repeatedly mocking the class once more as Mr. Lancer taught English. The ghost detector would turn on and off for days, screaming something supernatural was in zone three, although clearly there was nothing there.

They had tried to turn it off. Pressed all the buttons, called the Fentons. Nothing worked.

All they could do was continue lecture and hold onto whatever sanity they had left.

Danny Fenton, however, had very little left.

Beeeeeeeep.

Dents formed on the side of his desk as he dug his fingernails into it.

"Did you try fixing it, Tuck?"

"Just yesterday." The his friend responded glumly. "Nothing worked."

Beeeeeeeep.

One of Danny's eyes twitched. He started to get up. "I'm going-"

"Danny no." His goth girlfriend hissed, combat boots ready. "We only got fifteen more minutes. Man up."

Beeeeeeep.

His pen snapped. "Either that thing is going or I am." The ghost boy's eyes turned a fiery green.

"And Nathan is still in the bathroom."

Beeeeeeeep.

"Is there something you need to share with the class, Mr. Fenton?" Mr. Lancer asked, clearly annoyed by another interruption. The halfa resisted the urge to shoot an ectoblast.

"No sir, nothing at all."

Beeeeeeeep.

"My beautiful ears can't take it anymore. Make it stop!" Paulina screeched, covering her beautiful ears. The blonde jock next to her pointed accusingly at Danny.

"This is all Fen-turd's fault!"

Beeeeeeep.

"Now Dash, there is no need to point fingers." The teacher huffed, trying to regain control of the class. He wasn't winning.

Beeeeeeeep.

"Why won't it stop!?"

"Can we have class outside?"

"When is Nathan coming back?" Danny hands lit up.

"That's it!"

Beeeeeeeep.

"Danny, stop! What about you secret?"

"To hell with my secret identity!"

"Fix it techno geek!"

"What do I look like; a magician?!"

Beeeeeeep.

Beeeeeeep.

Beeeeeeep.

"ENOUGH!" The students grew silent as the English teacher glared at them. "Dante's Inferno people, calm down! Concentrate on lecture, the machine stopped." He pointed at much hated box. The class eyed it warily.

They relaxed.

Beeeeeeeep.

Chaos erupted. Kicking, screaming, chairs being thrown; all before a green blast connected with the ghost detector. The machine exploded instantly, its remains silenced forever.

"Danny!"

The class turned just in time to see the raven-haired teen blow smoke out of his Fenton ectogun. He blinked up innocently.

"What?"


A/N: Inspired by what happens in my math class every other day. this machine for fire alarms goes off for zone three (wherever that is), and we have to sit through it while trying to listen to my poor teacher, who has made the school fix it at least five times by now. but alas, if only we have an ectogun...