Human Realm, United States, Michigan, Amity Park, Casper High, Classroom 207


Danny Fenton a.k.a. Phantom, sat in his homeroom with a sigh, gazing forlornly across the room at his friends who had been forced away from him day one. He twirled his NASA pen in his left hand as he waited for class to get started. Up, down, and around the thumb over and over again. Silver glinting from the harsh overhead lights. Another new year at the hell that was school, this time as a Sophomore and joy of joys subjected to Fuhrer Master's annoying uniform policy still. Just two more years and then...

Then what?

Danny frowned, pausing a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. Then what? he repeated in his thoughts. He couldn't do his dream anymore. Not with his ghost half present, messing with his DNA now. Sure he bulked up, finally hit puberty over the summer and with ghost fighting now looked obnoxiously like his evil future self if a tad slimmer, so sure he could do the physical portion for becoming an astronaut no problem sans bloodwork testing. But the intelligence... let's just say he wasn't getting into the MENSA group any time soon.

At the head of the class his new teacher Mr. Welles' finished unpacking his black bag, ready for the day's lesson. Tanned skin, black hair in a floof framed with shaved sides, no nonsense green eyes, and an impressive height of 6'7" that made most students feel like kindergartners again.

"Alright class I'm glad you all managed to find your seats according to the roster. Makes me delighted that you can follow basic instructions and have a reasonable reading comprehensions." He leaned his butt against the edge of his desk, arms folded and gazing at each student to watch them squirm a bit. If Danny could find any comfort it was that Dash and his friends had been seated far apart from one another as well. The arrangements drawn on the white board behind the teacher's desk with names clear as day.

Danny's eyes peered at the seat beside him. He'd been forced to the very front corner by the windows and the only other students near him was the one behind, which was Star, and a girl he didn't know. According to the board her name was Dahlia. A petite little thing that made Tucker drool and mutter "Lucky" at Danny when they took seats. Pale heart shaped face hidden with in a platinum blonde bob, freckles across her snubbed nose, a skull shaped pin in her hair that glared back at him, and big sea-green eyes that reminded him of Lake Eerie.

At least she's nice to look at, Danny thought, watching as the other girl peeked at him through her bangs and fidgeted with a bright green bangle bracelet, spinning it around her wrist with a push of a red painted nail. He smiled, the girl giving her own shy one in kind, before there was a sharp throat clearing that startled him from his reverie.

"Fenton. If you'd please stop ogling the other students..." Mr. Welles was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. The teen squirmed with a blush as giggles from the peanut gallery sprung up around him.

The teacher rolled his eyes, "I won't tolerate any crap in my class. Chew gum with your gobs closed, listen to music during quiet hours, bring in drinks to sip on. I don't care so long as you don't trash my room, start fights, sleep, or abuse bathroom privileges." Green orbs locking onto Danny's blue pointedly at that last one. Danny grimaced, apparently this new teacher's heard of his 'notoriously weak bladder'.

"Alright with that out of the way, how about we start with some simple equation worksheets and it'll update me on how far into my itinerary you lot are at." He started passing out the simple busy work pages to each row, instructing them to pass it back.

Danny sighed, he just knew he was going to bring the class down again this year.


Danny rubbed his face already done for the year as far as he'd care to tell. He pulled the itchy school sweater vest he was forced into over his head, shoving it in his locker. Uniform be damned it was still way too hot to be wearing that thing. At least it was lunch. He, Sam, and Tucker could slip out to Nasty Burger for a bit. Although on second thought maybe he shouldn't piss his teachers off so early in the year.

A tap on his shoulder and he turned to greet Sam or Tuck but paused, seeing that small classmate of his smiling a bit up at him. "You dropped this in first hour." She held up a one of the buttons he recognized from his bookbag. Sam always insisted on picking one up from Hot Topic during each visit to the store before slapping it on his bags or jackets. This one was one he actually liked. A cutesy white ghost on a black background wearing a gold crown with the words GHOST ROYALTY in gold beneath it. He thought it was funny to stick it to Pariah Dark or Prince Aragon by wearing it.

"Oh hey thanks. Darn things are always popping off." He held out his hand to take it and she nodded.

"I know how that is. It's a sad day when you lose one of your favorites." She pressed the button into his hand and he jolted slightly as the backing seemed to have still been open and was now dug into his palm at the surprising amount of force the girl used. She took no notice of his reaction and turned, "See you in class." She waved, walking down the hall towards the library.

He waved after her, grimacing a bit as he pulled the pin from his palm and flexed his fingers, a tiny droplet of blood in the center oddly reminding him of that childhood prank involving pretending to read someones palm.

You will be very rich with a big house and (spit) a swimming pool... He shook his head. No sense in bandaging up when it'll heal quickly so he pressed a tissue to it and closed his locker, heading to the cafeteria as he had planned before getting interrupted. His friends would find him at the usual table obviously. Hell they were probably waiting for him. God knows Tucker's stomach waited for no one.


A/N: Jeremy Welles is one of my best friend Nicky's OCs and she gave me permission to use him as I didn't wish to use Mr. Lancer. It's a new year so a new homeroom teacher would make more sense.