WOW! That last chapter flowed faster than anything else I have ever written! In case you're wondering, Liza is NOT based off me – well, mostly not. Well, a little. But Liza is like my nonexistent dream OC. So I don't know what road this story is going to take. JUST REVIEW!

ME: I thought we agreed on half-and-half ownership?!

BUTCH: Umm… no we didn't. We never did!

ME: Are you sure about that?! *large, innocent eyes*

DANNY: No! We're sure!

TUCKER: If you had owned us, we would be somewhere in the middle of the ocean right now!

ME: Hey! *ponders over discovery* Well, yeah… true.

ALL: EXACTLY! LIZ DOES NOT OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE PLOT AND LIZA!

It's Monday morning, and also THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE! What was uncle Rueben talking about? And why have I never noticed that he was a ghost named Clockwork? And why were my halfa powers "building up inside of me" in order to be fully released when I came in contact with a ghost? Why couldn't this have happened to anyone else? And now I have to become friends with three teens I didn't know?! This is officially the worst day of my life!

I woke up to find myself underneath the bed. I could even see the supporting boards! Hastily crawling to the fresh air, I sprang onto my feet and ran to the mirror – well, I attempted to. However, the lower half of my right leg was sinking right into the floor! AK! I grabbed my bedside table and pulled upwards with all my strength. Of course that meant that I was activating some ghostly strength I didn't know I even had. And that meant my ghost powers were kicked up a notch. Translation: I sank through the floor even more until I landed on the hard kitchen table with a 'thud'.

"Are you okay in there, Lizzy?!" I heard my mom call out for me. I panicked. How was I supposed to explain why I was in the kitchen?! Darn you Clockwork! I heard the clicking of high heels trailing the hallway into the room. Suddenly she appeared in the hall frame wearing her typical pink blouse with the diamonds on it, black dress pants, and her short brown hair done up in a perfect bun. She must have to go into the hotel with dad later on.

"What's going on with you? You always tell me that you have to get dressed before eating, but here you are sitting on the table with your pajamas still on!" she exasperated. I cringed.

"Umm… it's opposite day?" I really need to think of better excuses.

"Well, hurry up and get ready! You don't want to miss out on your first day of school!" With that, she briskly turned on her heel and left up the spiraling stair case. I breathed a sigh of relief. That was close…

I raced up the stairs and got dressed for school. Thankfully, my powers didn't bother me at all! I was so happy that I skipped all the way to school. I must have done about two blocks of skipping.

When I arrived in front of the school, I saw many teenagers my age casually strolling inside. There were various society groups – the band geeks, the computer cub nerds, the athletics, the A-listers, and the outcasts who were shunned from all of the groups because they "weren't good enough to get in". I had a trembling feeling in the pit of my stomach that I would be included in that last group. The A-lister girls were already shunning me because of the way I dressed. Well, that was disappointing – how shallow the students here really were. The outcasts group consisted of two boys and one girl. The dark-skinned boy was wearing a red beanie and typing madly away on a PDA. The other was talking to both friends about something, but failing. He had messy raven black hair and bright blue eyes. The girl was clearly a goth, and she had short, black hair with a small side ponytail and violet eyes that were studying me closely. I had a feeling that she and I weren't going to be the best of friends. Yay; more people to hate me.

I hopped up the wide steps and flung open the door. There were some other kids who were whispering, but I was too busy marching towards the office that I ignored them. I opened the glass door and entered the guidance office. The counselor brought out a schedule of classes and flashed a fake smile at me.

"You must be Liza Summers. I'm Mrs. Frigg, you're guidance counselor. Here!" she shoved the paper at me and ushered me out the door. Does she a have a problem with new students or something?!

I looked down at the sheet of paper. I had locker number 724, and on the margin was the scribbled words, "beware". I had English with Mr. Lancer first, then other boring subjects like math, history, science, and academic literacy. Then for sixth period I had lunch, and afterwards the actual exciting classes like art, gym, and drama. A… interesting schedule, but who cares?! There's an ART CLASS! I've always loved art, ever since I was little. It's my life; along with acting and volleyball.

Passing the whispers surrounding me, I headed to an unfamiliar hallway and stopped in front of the locker row. I went past lockers 721, 722, and 723, before stopping in front of the most rusted, bent, and dirtied locker I had ever seen. And guess what? It was mine for the whole year. Yay… I used my combination on the lock and the door swung open immediately. On the outside, the locker looked disgusting. But on the inside, it actually wasn't that bad. Like it had been scrubbed with some good old' soap and water recently. And there was an old mirror in the very center of the back wall. It had strange carvings all around the frame, and the glass was scratched. It looked ancient – so I didn't dare touch it. I carefully placed my drawstring bag on a side hook and took out a sharpened pencil (it wasn't a mechanical pencil, though, because I don't like those for some weird reason). But as I closed the door, I saw that the whole group of A-listers was standing in front of me with very cheesy wide grins. Even the girls who had shunned me only moments ago. Suddenly I got a strange voice in my head that squeaked, 'Who's the freaky new girl? It'll be fun to make a fool out of this new geek.' It sounded high and shrill. In real life, I heard the same voice again.

"You have the opportunity to join us if you ditched the outfit. You could look so cute in a frilled white blouse!" the blond haired girl wearing a flower shirt squealed. She squealed! How could I even stand being near her every day?! No way in heck.

I "sweetly" smiled. "What is your name?"

"Star. And these are my best friends – Paulina, Dash, and Kwan!"

"Star, do you know the meaning of 'you shunned me earlier and now you want to be my friend'?" the group's fake smiles faded. "Yeah. That's what I thought. You shallow peeps can go away now."

Paulina huffed and dragged Star out of the hallway. Dash sneered at me, Kwan gave a small frown, and they followed. I triumphantly smiled and turned on my heel to the English classroom. I didn't know what just happened in my mind, but I didn't care. Those A-listers got what they deserved.

Just as I was entering the classroom, I felt a familiar jolt of pain in my fingers. My fingernails just turned… green. Like, neon green! I couldn't ignore the pain and left shoulder all the way diagonal to my right knee there was a pressure I never realized I could make. Like most of my blood was flowing slowly to the invisible line. I somehow knew that this would cause a chain reaction, so I dashed to a nearby closet. I grabbed the brass handle and inside there were the outcast goth girl and techno-geek boy gaping at me.

"Umm… I'll just go to another broom closet." I dumbly stated, racking my brain for a better excuse. Not that it helped. I ran past tons of students, lockers, and even Danny Phantom and Spectra (so I studied the different ghosts…). The ecto-energy in the air just made the pain more intense. I spotted an empty closet, flew open the door, ran in, and slammed it shut. I made it just in time!

Dark blue rings expanded diagonally from the middle of my torso and spread up my left shoulder and down to my right knee. The light rings absorbed me, and magically I was my ghost form. I hadn't meant to transform, but the ghost interaction levels were too high in this area. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't transform back to my human form. I was stuck as a ghost until the ecto-energy levels left. Which meant Danny better hurry up and win that battle or else!

While I was waiting, I slid down to the floor and focused some energy in my palm. A small circular blob was starting to form just above it. I leant back on the shelving unit, but that wobble knocked down a few toilet paper rolls onto my lap. Well, at least they weren't bricks. I grabbed some and threw them to the side. I felt empty inside – I had no friends here, and now I made a few enemies already! The last roll went through my hand. I was also starting to sink downwards. Sometimes my life really sucks…

I landed in the school kitchens – or at least I thought I did. There were dozens of huge frozen boxes; and they were all labeled a kind of meat. Apparently, this school hated vegans a lot.

It was so cold that I could see my breath. And my fingers were numb. I pressed down on my pointer finger and tried to feel it. I couldn't feet it, but I could see that my nails were still bright neon green. The ghosts must be still here. Of course, that could just be from the lunch lady ghost that was roaring behind me.

"WHO CHANGED THE MENU?!" she shrieked. I shakily pointed my finger to the ceiling.

"It was someone upstairs I think. You should check there."

She paused for a moment before floating upwards through the ceiling. I heard a scream; Danny was not getting out of this one easily. And I knew that I would be stuck in ghost mode for a while…

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