Prologue
Ferris exited the boring English class with a smirk dominating her face. Her normally blue eyes shined dark purple with mischief.
Upon opening her locker, she shoved the unneeded books into the cramped space and forced the remainder into her backpack. She slung one strap onto her shoulder before slamming the locker shut, not surprised to find a tall figure leaning there named Dash Baxter, an arrogant pain in the butt who was almost always either A. boasting about football or B. hitting on any and all good-looking girls.
"What are you smiling about, Ferris?" he tried, but Ferris merely rolled her eyes and walked around him, lying and saying "Just the near future."
He frown at this and watched as Ferris was lost to the crowd. Lucky for him, Dash moved on quick and he began his prideful walk toward another girl. Only, his shoe laces had somehow ended up tied together and he tripped and landed on his face.
Ferris simply smiled as she heard the cry of "FENTON!" behind her.
This slight humiliation of Baxter was just a miniscule battle won on the school warfront, but Ferris had much more important things than such a trivial matter.
Tonight was the night she would finally put an end to her little Phantom problem.