Chapter 2: What?
Blinding light shone into the blue bedroom, causing a certain halfa to groan in distaste. His bright blue eyes fluttered open, only to squint and be shielded with his arm. Drowsily, he sat up an looked at the time, seeing that it was 6:54. School started around 7:30, and it took about ten minutes to walk, five to fly.
"Danny!" he heard Jasmine's voice before a knock reverberated through the room. "Hurry! Don't wanna be late!"
Danny sighed, before responding to her yell and saying he'd be there in a minute. This is a first night in a while that he hasn't slept in the same room as his two best friends, Sam and Tucker. They were too close for people their age, but they didn't care.
He stretched, exhaling in contempt when his back popped multiple times. The ghost boy stood and trudged to the bathroom, switching the shower on and quickly stripping.
After having the refreshing and steaming shower, he quickly turned intangible to let the water come off and hurried to get dressed. He chose long, plain blue jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, black converse, and a red hoodie. The clothes weren't perfectly fit, but it hid the scars and the improved muscle mass from over the years.
He brushed through his longish obsidian colored hair, now side swept from his face, and cleaned his teeth. After finishing his morning routine, he grabbed his bag and bolted from his room.
Danny sighed in relief as Sam and Tucker came into view. He entered the kitchen and sat in his chair in between them, them scooting their chairs closer to him. Sam had some waffles and fruit, being ultra-recyclo-vegetarian, which meant she didn't eat anything with a face on it. Tucker had his bacon, sausage, and ham in large quantities, as usual, him being the carnivore he is.
"Good morning sweetie," his mother said as she placed a plate of waffles and eggs in front of Danny.
Danny nodded absentmindedly. Maddie sighed. She wanted to be closer to her son, but he drifted away. Jack felt the same way, but it's like he doesn't care for his parents anymore.
"Danny, you doing okay?" Sam asked sweetly, grabbing onto his hand.
"I'm fine." he reassured. "I just have this feeling, that's all..."
"Dude, what kind of feeling?" Tucker asked as he shoved some meat into his mouth.
"Well, it's like something bad is going to happen. Like, at school." Danny muttered as he ran a hand through his black hair.
Tucker put a comforting hand on his best friend's shoulder. "Don't worry man. We got your back if anything happens."
Danny relaxed his shoulders and gave his friends a grateful smile. He then quickly finished his meal silently, along with Sam and Tucker, and bolted out the door with Jazz.
"Danny, mom and dad told me something I thought to warn you about." Jazz said as soon as they were walking down the road.
"What is it this time?" he groaned, annoyed.
"Mom and maybe dad will be at the school for a meeting. Don't know what about, but just thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks Jazz." Danny murmured. "Let's hope for the best. I'm already in enough trouble as it it."
Jazz nodded. They got to Casper High in a matter of minutes. Jazz left the group to themselves as she skipped to her circle of friends.
Danny came to his locker, his friends flanking him, as he took out his English supplies. Tucker and Sam grabbed their stuff from his locker as well, and they hurriedly went to class, period one English with Mr. Lancer.
As they walked in, they were greeted by their surprised teacher, considering they actually got to school on time. There's been too many occasions where they have been late, particularly Danny.
"Good morning Mr. Fenton, glad to actually see you on time." Mr. Lancer said.
Danny nodded to him in acknowledgment before trudging to the back of the room, his friends in tow.
"Hey Fen-tina!" Danny heard Dash scream across the classroom, earning some snickers.
Danny scowled, staring at his desk with his fist bawled up so tight that they were chalk white. He had always wanted to stand up for himself, but he knew he couldn't.
"Don't listen to them." Sam murmured, grabbing his hand.
"Lovebirds," Tucker whispered, but Danny and Sam heard.
"We are not lovebirds!" they exclaimed in unison, hitting him in the arm at the same time.
Tucker winced at the forming bruise on his arm before bursting into laughter at their exact reactions. Of course, Sam and Danny were used to Tucker's constant teasing, and it was pretty funny. But each time he comments on their closeness, he can swear he can see a faint pink coloring on their cheeks.
"Settle down class. Settle down!" screamed Mr. Lancer. "Today I have a special announcement!"
The class stilled. There wasn't many times he had them do anything other than the usual, so they were excited for a new thing occurring.
"Due to recent ghost attacks in our city, the mayor has suggested the creation of a ghostly studies class to better understand and protect ourselves against these things. Our class is the first to take it! It is going to be added to our schedules all for the same period, being your free period." Mr. Lancer announced.
"Oh god." Danny whispered. "I know where this is going."
"So I, along with the rest of the school staff, have voted to have the class in our school. Maddie Fenton has volunteered to teach the class."
Danny groaned in annoyance. Of course Vlad would do something to make his life more difficult than it already is.
"Danny, do you have a problem with what I have said?" Mr. Lancer asked, anger and annoyance in his voice.
"No, sir. I'm just aggravated that my mother will be here." Danny said, making sure his second sentence was under his breath.
"So this class will help you learn about these things and understand how to protect yourselves. There will be weapons practice with ecto-devices, if your parents sign this form, and information of the ghost zone." Mr. Lancer drawled on, explaining the new program.
By the end of the class period, Danny's worry grew. Why? Why must Vlad be so mean? All Danny and his friends knew was that this was going to be a harder year than he had originally thought it would be.