Hello readers! I finally finished my semester. Yay! I have just started beta writing and have helped out WildGhost with Season 4's new chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Danny Phantom. I own Trixie and any others I may decide to insert in. I'd like to thank my younger cousin for reading this story, you're the best!

Chapter 2:

The first time we met face to face, you ran into me. You didn't recognize who I was, but then again, you wouldn't have. Like I said, I was invisible to you.

But when I looked into your acid green orbs after you ran me over, I felt my new heart quicken - whether it was fear or something else, I don't know. I'm hoping it was something else...

I walked down the streets, looking for somewhere to go. I have no home now, no place to live, and no money - yet.

Stopping, I looked around me to see a broken down building with holes and a collapsed roof. I glanced around, this place didn't look super safe...Then again, I was half dead, it didn't matter.

Cautiously I walked into the build through one of the holes in the walls. Cobwebs hung from the walls in thick layers. I grimaced as I felt one brush against my cheek. I swiped my hand to pull it off my face and yanked the cobwebs down as I explored the rest of the house.

A big hole was in between the kitchen and the room I guessed was the living room by the torn couch that sat on the floor. I glanced into the kitchen to see cupboards broken open and hinges loose.

I stepped through the hole and walked up the cracked stairs - which were missing some steps. I dodged around the holes and finally stood atop the upper floor. Walking down the hall with creaking floorboards, I came to a room that seem unaffected by the rest of the house. I entered it and glanced around, a closet stood in the corner and a broken bed sat near by.

It wasn't ideal, but it would do.

I got myself accustomed to my new living space, finding out which places were unsafe and which places were.

After picking my way back down the stairs, I felt a pain in my stomach followed by a grumbling sound. I hadn't experienced this before and stopped, confused. Then I realized I was hungry when it came again.

I walked into the kitchen and looked around for food, disappointed when I found only a few cans of beans. Again my stomach rumbled and I bent to the unrelenting pain and grabbed a can.

Then I moved into one of the places farther from the road and crouched in a corner. I looked at my hand and created a small bit of fire before holding it near the can, cooking the contents inside.

Then I opened it, my stomach grumbled as the smell wafted toward my nose.

I had no utensils, so shrugging, I dug my hand into the can and hand scooped the food into my mouth.

Soon the can was close to empty and I held it toward my face as I scanned for anymore of the food. I dug my hand in one final time and jerked my hand out with an, "Ow!"

I looked at my hand to see red liquid that I guessed to be blood showed on my hand. I stared at it with wide eyes before going to the kitchen sink. I turned the knob, trying to get water but to no avail.

Looking around the room, I looked for a towel and saw one. I wiped my hand on it, smearing the blood across the torn fabric. I sighed before glancing outside as the room darkened.

It was getting late, so I walked up the stairs and into my room where I laid down on the bed. I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

Darkness surrounded me and a thick fog covered the land. It was hard to see, but I looked down at the floor beneath me. Purple cobblestones lined the ground.

I looked up when I heard soft footsteps. The fog thinned enough for me to see a female shape walking toward me. A cape flowed out behind her and as she approached, I saw her eyes where similar to mine.

The woman appeared to be about 28 in human years with glowing blue and green hair. She approached me with a smile and I backed away, my defensive instincts taking over.

"Welcome Trixie. I have awaited you for a long time."

"Who are you?" I demanded.

A hurt expression crossed her face and she looked down. "You don't recognize me?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm your mother."

"What!?"

"Your father didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He didn't. I should hang him on a stake."

I smiled. "Maybe you are my mother. By why only now are coming to me?"

"Because now that you are in the human realm. Your father's power over my visitations are lifted."

"Why aren't you allowed to see me?"

"Because I hurt you as a baby. Ever wondered how you got that scar on your eye, the one your father never explained?"

I nodded.

"I was trying to create a toy for you when my powers went berserk. The creature ended up hurting you instead."

I looked down, only to look up again when the fog thickened.

"I must go!"

"Mother wait!" I called, racing after her. Then I was alone in the fog.

Glancing around I heard strange roaring noise. I looked around me in fright until I saw gleaming red eyes emerge from the shadows and a clawed hand reached out for me. I screamed until I felt myself fall and hit my head.

Opening my eyes with a groan, I saw the somewhat familiar walls of the room in my "home". I sighed and got up, rubbing my head. Then I headed down stairs and looking around to make sure no one was watching, I exited the building.

I walked through the town, glancing at the buildings around me. Every time I heard scuffling feet, I jumped several inches off the ground, thinking that that monster from the shadows was nearby until I realized it was a human.

See what my dream had done to me?

Eventually I noticed people where staring at me, adults. I saw no other kids except for a few toddlers and younger here and there.

Upon hearing a siren, I turned to see a white and blue vehicle drive up. The window rolled down and a man with brown hair, blue eyes, and blue hat glared at me.

"Hey kid, you're supposed to be in school."

I blinked. "I am?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes. How old are you?"

"15."

He was silent for a second before saying, "Hop in. I'll take you to Casper High. I know every kid in town and I've never seen your face. You new here?"

I opened the door and got in. Closing the door to give myself time to come up with a valid answer, I replied, "Yes. Me and adopted parents just moved into town a few days ago. They were planning to unroll me into Casper High, but haven't gotten the chance."

The guy nodded as I explained, driving away from the place he had picked me up. I stared out the window as the world zoomed by. This was amazing! I even saw more vehicles pass by, none of them looked like this of course.

Not long after, he stopped his car outside a building that was three stories tall and had a very large window in the center and a flag pole where are big red, white, and blue flag stood waving in the wind. The police officer, who had told my his name was Paul, walked me inside. We entered through the large window and headed toward one of the doors.

He knocked, with a hand on my shoulder as a woman opened it. "Good morning Officer Paul, how may I help-"

She broke off as she saw me. Then she smiled. "Hello, what's your name?"

"Trixy Mystique." I responded.

She looked at me with an odd look before shrugging and leading me inside telling Paul that she would take good care of me.

I walked in and gazed around the room as she helped me fill out several papers before standing up. She examined my work and nodding to herself, opened the door and said, "You can leave now. Here is your schedule. You may want to wait for the next class to begin so you're not interrupting the teacher."

I nodded and looked at my locker number. As I walked through the halls, a loud sound dinged, causing me to crouch down to the floor and hold my ears. Who could stand that irritating noise?

Then I looked up when the bell stopped to see tons of kids streaming out of the doors. I slipped through the crowds, trying to find my locker until I got pushed to the ground by someone. I pulled myself to the nearest wall and crouched against it, looking at the hectic hallway.

Something touched my shoulder and I leaped away, yelping in fright. I looked up to see a boy with black hair and red bangs watching me with amusement sparkling in his brown eyes. "Why are you so frightened?"

I stood up and tried to retain what was left of my dignity. "Nothing. I'm just not used to all the noise and big crowds."

He nodded. "You must be new here. My name is Cain."

"Trixy."

Cain smiled at me. "Welcome to Casper High Trixy. Need any help finding your locker?"

I nodded and Cain walked over to look at my sheet. After he had examined it, he said, "Follow me miss!"

Remember that name: "Cain". He is important. I might make him a bad guy, or Trixie's lover. I'm not sure yet...

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