Wow. I'm surprised how many reviews the prologue got…considering- in my opinion, anyways- that it was awfully dull. Well, now the fun can begin! Oh, and I want to point out an error I made in the prologue: I wrote that the prologue occurred on a Saturday, but it actually occurred on a Sunday. Yes, this error is relevant to the story, or I wouldn't be pointing it out.

Thanks to all of my reviewers! (And no, you won't get an update everyday; this chapter is a freebie, just 'cause I felt bad for giving you all a boring intro…)

Danny turned around and looked at his sister. "What is it Jazz?"

She was just staring at Danny. When heard her parents burst out of their bedroom, though, and she quickly ran over to Danny and shoved him out the door.

"Jazz, sweetie, are you okay?" her mom asked with her voice full of concern.

Of course, Jack piped in with the usual, "Was there a ghost involved?"

Danny heard their muffled voices from behind the door. He felt a wave of irritation wash over him as Jazz opened the door again.

"What is it?" Danny snapped.

Jazz had a worried look on her face. "Your hair…"

"My hair. What is it? Lice? Dandruff?" Jazz led Danny to a mirror in the foray.

"Oh. Crap." He whirled around to face his sister. "What do I do?! I can't go to school looking like this!"

"I don't know! Try changing it back."

Danny concentrated, just as though he was about to go ghost. Nothing. He tried harder, but still nothing.

Danny felt himself panicking. He couldn't walk around like this! What kind of fourteen year old boy has all-white hair? Danny Phantom does, and everyone knows it, Danny thought glumly.

"Any ideas?"

Without another word, Jazz ran upstairs and brought back a sweatshirt.

Danny took one look at the sweatshirt and backed up.

"No way Jazz! It's over ninety degrees out there!"

"What about a hat?" Jazz handed him a baseball cap, but the white hair still stuck out in front.

Danny looked at his watch. School was starting in less than five minutes…

"Well hurry up, or I'll be late, too!"

"Oh just give me the damn sweatshirt!" Danny snatched the sweatshirt and took off running.

Jazz watched her brother sprinting down the pavement and wondered to herself: Couldn't he have just flown to school?

………line……….

………break………

At school, Danny made his way to the back of the class, actually hoping that he would receive the usual cold shoulder treatment from his fellow peers; he didn't want to attract any attention today…

Sam was sitting in the seat behind him.

"Where were you?" she hissed.

"Uh…ghost trouble." Technically it was sort of the truth…sort of.

"What's with the hood? It's ninety degrees outside."

"Well…"

"Mr. Fenton. Ms. Manson. Would you like to join me in detention later so you can finish your conversation in private?"

"Uh…no, Mr. Lancer. We're finished."

"Good."

As Mr. Lancer went back to the day's lesson, Danny felt his mind wandering elsewhere. What had caused his human hair to turn into his ghost hair? And yet the rest of him remained completely normal?

He didn't get it. He'd always had no problems when it came to keeping his two identities separate, but now…

A crumpled up piece of paper landed on his desk. Danny could tell from the handwriting that it was Sam.

So what do you mean by ghost trouble? Skulker? Vlad? Ember? Got stuck inside the Fenton thermos again? lol…

Although he didn't appreciate the last comment, Danny decided to tell her.

Um…something is wrong with my hair…

He was about to hand the note back to Sam when Mr. Lancer caught him.

"Mr. Fenton! Bring that note up right now!"

Danny panicked for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. He knew there was no way out of it…Lancer was too strict about passing notes…

He held on tight to his hood; careful not to let any hair show, and brought the note up.

Without even asking for it, Mr. Lancer nodded to him.

"What?" Danny asked, not comprehending.

"Read it to the class."

"What?! But Mr. Lancer…"

"No 'buts' Mr. Fenton. I hope you will learn not to pass notes after this day…"

Danny felt himself perspiring inside the sweatshirt. Everyone would find out…

He looked at Sam, who looked ready to faint, and Tucker- who probably knew what the note contained- looked worried.

"Um…"

"Mr. Fenton, we're waiting."

All eyes were on Danny. He wondered if any of his hair was sticking out. If it was, he was in deep trouble. He was so tensed-up that he wondered if he was going to pass out…

"FENTON!"

Oooohh. Another cliffie? I must be crazy. Or cruel. Or both. What will happen? Even I can't stand the suspense…reviews, please:)