Me: Welcome to Chapter Two!
Danny: That hurt man!
Me: Did you pay attention to anything Chiro said?
Danny: A little.
Me: You boys are so clueless.
Danny: Girls are so dumb.
Me: What did you say?
Danny: Nothing!
Me: YOU ARE SO DEAD DANNY!
Danny: Going Ghost!
Me: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Danny: Read and Review.
Chapter Two: Mr. Lancer
"Your dad did what?" Tucker asked in a loud voice.
"He hit me with a beer bottle," I said. "Two to be exact. Then he hit me with his fist. And after I went to bed he whipped me with a belt. But be quiet Tucker. We don't need the whole school to know!"
"Oh yeah," Tucker said. "Sorry,"
"It's okay Tuck," I said. "Have you seen Sam?"
"Stuck in bed," Tucker said.
"What did she get this time?" I asked.
"Cold," Tucker said. "But he parents act like she caught a deadly disease with no cure. It's like a full blown hospital over there!"
"I think I know Tuck," I said. The one-minute bell rang as I shut my locker. "Come on!" I shouted. "If I'm late again I get detention!"
We ran to Mr. Lancer's room and the bell rang just as we took our seats.
"Okay class!" Mr. Lancer shouted. "Take out your homework and pass it forward!"
I grabbed my homework out and saw that some of my blood was on it as soon as it reached Valerie's hands. I groaned and prayed Mr. Lancer wouldn't notice. Hopefully he would be too busy grading papers he wouldn't see it.
As soon as he got the papers he began to drone on about Moby Dick and how a captain of some ship wanted to catch the huge beast. I sighed as I realized that I was Moby Dick. My dad wanted to catch me and I fought back every time. Even if it meant destroying his ship.
The bell rang and we filed out the class room. "Daniel," Mr. Lancer said. "Would you mind staying here for a few minutes? I'll call Ms. Jackson and give her an explanation for you being tardy,"
"Okay," I said, not liking where this was going. He called Ms. Jackson, explained why I would be late to history, and motioned for me to take a seat. I was shaking as I sat and I knew what he was going to asked before he even had a chance to.
"Daniel?" Mr. Lancer asked.
"Yes Mr. Lancer?" I asked,
He held out my blood-stained paper. "What is the explanation of this?" he asked,
"I took a bad fall," I said, my voice shaking. "I got some blood on the paper before I could bandage it up. Sorry sir,"
"Daniel," Mr. Lancer said. "We all know that your lying. Please. I want to help Daniel,"
"I can't!" I shouted. "I already lost one parent and I can't lose the other! Please Mr. Lancer! Don't make me tell!"
Mr. Lancer looked shocked at my outburst. He held my hand. "I can guess what is going on," he said. "Your dad is hurting you. I can understand. I've seen him at the bar more often then usual and I can guess he hits you when he's drunk. But promise me something Daniel,"
"What is that?" I asked.
"Tell me if it gets worse," he said. "I doubt your mother would want you living in an abusive household,"
"Yes Mr. Lancer," I said.
"Good," Mr. Lancer said. "Go get your history supplies out of your locker and go to Ms. Jackson's classroom. Hurry along now,"
I stood up and ran out his room. I felt like I was being choked. I had just basically told on my dad and didn't even say a word! I felt sick to my stomach.
As I walked into history Tucker gave me a glance. I gave him a sign that I'd tell him at lunch. I didn't exactly want to discuss what had happened right now. Most likely I would barf if I said anything.
Ms. Jackson gave us our history tests back and I had gotten a B+. That was better then I normally got and Tucker got a C. I guess he didn't study hard last night.
When we got to lunch I felt better and Tuck seemed a little more relaxed. "What did Mr. Lancer want?" Tucker asked.
"He wanted to know about the blood on my paper," I said.
"There was blood on your paper?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah," I said. I took a bite of my sandwich before I continued. "I must have not noticed some blood getting on my homework. But the creepy thing is that Lancer knew lied to him about falling. Everyone except Lancer believed that I fell down some stairs. And he apparently saw my dad at the bar more often,"
"I understand that," Tucker said. "Lancer got a job at the bar as a bartender. He's bound to know what's going on,"
"Yeah," I said. "I just hope Dad comes to his senses soon. I don't want to lose him,"
"He will," Tucker said. "Your dad just can't stay mean. He's a big teddy bear!"
"Yeah!" I shouted. We were laughing and we quickly ate our lunch so we wouldn't be late for math class and acted like nothing happened last night.
I just wished that Dad would go back to normal. I wished Mom hadn't died. And I wished I'd never become a halfa, because, if I hadn't, the ghost portal wouldn't have worked, I would have never became Danny Phantom, and I'd never have fought Skulker and made my mom drive in the pouring rain.
None of this would have happened.