"What the hell? Why are we moving to Amity Park?" I crossed my arms, scowling.

"Language, Daniel." He looked up at me from the newspaper he was holding. "I will tell you in due time, but you may be able to figure it out yourself."

I looked around. "Where's Mother?"

"Your mother and I are getting a divorce. After what happened after you left, we decided it was best." He sighed.

"What happened this morning?"

"In due time, Daniel. Now, be a dear and fasten your seatbelt."

I hooked my seatbelt together, just as the limo turned into an airplane. I whistled. "Father, this is so cool! How much did this cost?"

"Two million. Hardly a dent." He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Where is Amity Park anyway? Is it a huge metropolis? What's the name of the private school?" I clapped my hands. "Or am I being homeschooled? I wouldn't have to get up at 7 am, and I could wear pjs to my classes—"

"Daniel." He cut me off.

"What?" I turned to look at him, as my gaze had went back to the window from my thoughts.

"You will see soon enough, son. No need to worry." He went back to reading the paper.

I shrugged, leaning on the door. I watched the towns passing by, using my enhanced vision to look at the people at the streets below. Being a half-ghost, I had more enhanced vision and hearing than normal humans did. I was born a half-ghost, just like my mother and father were. Father never explained ghost genes to me, and I never really cared. I guess someday I would, but today wasn't that day. I watched the clouds for a while, and eventually I got bored and pulled out my cellphone. I saw a text from Lynn on the screen.

Lynn: Everything ok?

D: No. Father pulled me from Rutherford. Moving to someplace called Amity Park. Don't know where that is.

Lynn: Ouch. Harsh.

D: Yeah. Hopefully I get a good school. My worst nightmare is that it's a public school.

Lynn: Yeah, that would suck. Sorry, Daniel. Wish I could help.

D: 'rents getting a divorce too. Father won't tell me what happened there.

Lynn: Oh god. I'm so sorry, Daniel.

D: Just keep it on the DL, okay? You know Father hates me spreading rumors.

Lynn: You got it. Remember that time that we thought your Mother had an affair and it was just the yoga instructor? Your father was pissed!

D: Yeah, I remember. Wonder if Mother finally hooked up with him. Wait, never mind. I don't want to picture it.

Lynn: That'd be like asking me to picture my Mother with another guy. It would just be weird.

D: Agreed.

"Daniel, if you're done texting, we're here." Father was looking out the window, at a huge mansion in the distance.

"Woah." I pressed my face against the window. "Did we really need a house this big? It's just you and me, right?"

"Yes, but this time we have human servants. Your mother is not here to clean, so I hired a full crew. So no ghostly powers while we live here."

I scowled. "Father. You know as well as I do, that if we don't use our ghostly powers, they'll build up and be dangerous."

He laughed. "Yes, Daniel. That's why we have an underground lab and training area."

"Sweet!"

The car/plane landed, turning back into a limo. I saw maids waiting for us outside, and I opened the door, jumping out. I stretched my legs, taking a deep breath of the air. I didn't smell any pollution, which was unusual. How far away did we move?

"What do you think, my boy?" He put his hand on my shoulder.

I smiled, looking at him. "Awesome!" I ran in through the doors, leaving them wide open in my haste. I stopped when I saw how big it truly was. "Father? Where's my room?"

"Follow me, my boy." He smiled lightly, walking off up a set of stairs.

I followed him, until we reached a blue door. "Father, what's this? The door's blue!"

"I had a surprise installed for you. Open the door and find out."

I opened the door, it swinging in with a small creak. I flipped the light. The walls were blue, with shooting stars painted down on wall. The rest of the walls had stars on them, and various planets. The bed was king size, with blue drapes hanging over the sides. My mouth dropped open as I looked at the ceiling. The ceiling was completely glass, showing the sky above. "I love it, Father." I hugged him around the waist tightly.

He hugged me back, resting his chin on my head. "I'm glad you like it, my boy. You should go explore the town. Stretch your legs, so to speak. You start school tomorrow morning at Casper High."

"Casper High? Sounds elite. Okay! Bye Father! I'll be back for dinner!" Two rings formed at my waist, and I morphed, my white suit coming back on as I did so.

"You know, I never knew why you don't insist on a cape." Father sighed.

"Capes are lame." I laughed, my ghostly voice echoing as I spoke. "Cya!" I flew out the window, hovering in the air invisibly. I flew out in what I guessed was the direction of town, since there were a lot of lights. I hovered over a building, looking at a sign that read FentonWorks. What was that? Some sort of store?

Is that a ghost?

I looked around me. I heard a woman speaking, but I didn't see anyone around. I shrugged, continuing to fly through downtown. It took me a few minutes to realize I lost invisibility when I saw that sign. I turned invisible, zig zagging through the skyscrapers.

What the hell? Where did he go?

Where the hell was that voice coming from? I looked around again, a scowl forming on my face. I turned visible, so that whoever was speaking could see me.

There he is!

A green burst of energy hit me in the stomach. The wind knocked out of me, and I fell into a rooftop. Ow. What the hell? What shot at me? I looked around, but I still didn't see anyone. I know I wasn't seeing things now. "Who's out there? Show yourself!" My green eyes lit up brighter as I used my senses to try and find my mystery attacker. Both of my hands lit up with red energy.

A ghost landed in front of me. "Who are you? What do you want?" She spoke. She pushed her white hair out of her face, revealing bright red eyes. She pointed a thermos at me. "Answer me before I send you back to the Ghost Zone, punk!"

I laughed, my sides heaving for air. "Wait. You want to send me to the Ghost Zone with a thermos? That's hilarious!" I put my hands on my knees.

"Last chance, ghost! Answer me!"

I stood, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Alright. My name is Daniel Plasmius."

"Alright, Plasmius! Why are you here?"

"Don't call me Plasmius. That's my father. Call me Daniel." I extended my hand forward to shake hers, but she didn't shake my hand.

"Enough with the runarounds! Tell me why you're here!"

I shrugged. "I live here now, I guess. You're tense."

Her hand lit up with green energy, and I shrank back a little. She was trying to be intimidating, which was cute, but the only thing that scared me about her was that her blasts hurt. I sighed, the energy disappearing from my hands. I floated in mid air, trying to see if she was going to try anything. When she didn't, I smirked. "Don't threaten if you're not going to execute, my dear." I blasted her in the chest with a weak ray, and flew home. I was excited to tell Father about the ghostly encounter, since the only ghosts I had ever seen were my parents. I flew in through the window, transforming back to human as I came through. I walked out the door, searching for him.

"Young Master, do you speak English?" A maid came up to me.

I frowned. Of course I spoke English, it was the only language I knew. "Yes." I said, with a fake, thick accent.

The maid blinked, unsure of how to respond. She coughed, and continued. "Your Father is waiting for you at the dinner table."

"Thank you." I said with my fake accent. I walked down the hallway, trying to find the dining room. Instead, I sniffed out my father based on his smell. I rubbed my belly as I walked in. "Smells good Father!"

"Welcome, Daniel. Have a seat." He looked up from his cellphone, smiling at me. "How was your outing?"

I looked around. "Father, you didn't tell me there is another ghost in Amity Park."

"Must've slipped my mind."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "You knew, didn't you? That's why you chose this town?"

"Perhaps. Did you notice anything weird about this ghost?"

"She threatened me with a thermos." I laughed.

"No, Daniel. Focus. What else did you notice?" He crossed his arms, staring at me with an unblinking glance.

"Uh..." I thought back. "She was my age?"

"Yes. And?"

I scowled. "What else do you expect me to say?"

"I'll say it for you then, Daniel. She's half-human."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'm smart." He laughs. "In all seriousness, Daniel, the only ghosts you've met before now were me and your mother. There's a talk that we need to have."

I sat down on the other side of him, since I had been standing this entire time. "What talk? The birds and bees?"

"No, Daniel. I've never talked to you about your ghost side beyond you using your powers. You see, we don't talk in English. We're talking in ghost speak."

I snapped my fingers. "So that's why the maid asked me if I speak English!"

"Yes, Daniel. To humans, our language sounds like French. So we'll play it off like we talk French here, since they'll be curious. Another thing I need to tell you: the ghostly birds and bees."

I put my head on the table, groaning.

"Ghosts can be born, like in our case, or they can be created."

"Created? Like in an accident?"

"Yes. If human DNA is infused with Ectoplasm, they'll become a half-ghost. That's a created ghost. A born ghost, is someone who was born of someone who is a half-ghost. Ghosts and humans mate, creating half-ghosts."

"So interesting, Father." I spoke, my voice monotone.

"There are also ghosts that are only ghosts. We moved to Amity Park, because it is the hum of paranormal activity." He smiled, pushing the newspaper towards me.

I grabbed it, reading the headline:

SAM PHANTOM DEFEATS LUNCH LADY

"Sam Phantom?" I snickered. "What kind of name is that?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Daniel Plasmius."

I shrugged. "That's just your name, Father. I took your ghostly name while I'm talking to ghosts, just like you told me to do if I ever met one."

"Which is good. You need to protect your identity. I want you to watch over Phantom. She is unstable, but powerful. Guide her, but don't tell her who you are."

"Obviously." I ate some food on my plate, and when I looked up, I noticed a maid staring at me. It was the same maid as before, her blue eyes met mine, and she turned away. "Father, the maid has been staring at me. I wonder why?"

"It's interesting to her, my boy. We're speaking another language that she dosen't understand, and she's trying to figure out what we're saying. They don't get a lot of forgeners around here."

"Makes sense." I wiped at my face with a napkin. "So, you told her we're speaking French, right? What if they look into our history and see we've never been to France?"

"I've been to France many times. One of my companies have a office there."

"Oh." I thought about the companies he managed, and how he did it. It made my head hurt to think about. I shook my head to clear the thoughts. My phone buzzed, and I saw it was a text from Noah.

N: heard you moved. True?

D: Yep. Amity Park.

N: Where's that?

D: No idea man.

N: we'll miss you, man. Kept it real

D: I'll come visit if possible.

N: see ya then.

I looked back at Father. He was rapidly talking on his cellphone to one of his companies, and he eventually got up from the table, exiting the room. I followed him out, but instead I headed up to my room. I laid on the bed and fell asleep, watching the stars passing by.