AN: Ugh. I basically wrote two chapters by accident. I changed the beginning after I realized it went on too long before going to the plot, and now it's going to be an extra later.

There was supposed to be more done in this chapter, but the scene just kept going on and on and on. By the time I realized I wouldn't do all I needed to this chapter, I was at almost at four thousand words.

Whoops.

Oh well, Here's chapter two.

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Fake It with a Smile

"You must be Mr. Wahnsinn. It's an honor to meet a distinguished individual such as yourself." The lady suited lady sitting in her desk gives us a brilliant smile. I must have great willpower. It's a fact because if I didn't, I would have rolled my eyes so hard that it would have hurt.

It's always the same. People always try to sweet talk my dad to make them look good or if something is wrong with the school, not to get in trouble later on. They believe that some simple smoozing will make it all better like a kiss on a child's wound. We know better. Some people are as fake as shit when it comes to these things.

Believe me. If something is wrong with the school, the district administration would be given hell, no amount of butt-kissing or blackmail changing our minds.

We had come in a little early on Monday morning to get a tour of the school. My dad's work didn't start until eight, so he had plenty of time to walk with me to Casper High to talk confirm some of the more important issues involving my new life, mainly my condition and how it affected my school life. We did not expect, however, being ushered in to the tiny little office by a bald, plump man, (Mr. Lancer, if I recall the Principal saying) to be annoyingly buttered up.

Unfortunately, because I wasn't rolling my eyes at the woman in front of me, I simply broaden my smile, though I'm pretty sure it almost looks like a smirk.

My dad smiles as well, probably. A fake one, of course. Politely fake, mind you, but fake. "Thank you Principal Ishiyama, though I think Hannah would like that little fact to remain hidden. Wouldn't want her to be treated differently because of who her father was, right Sweetie?" He looks at me. Even behind his glasses I can see his amusement at the situation.

I repress the urge to roll my eyes again.

Stop mentally rolling your eyes! It gives me a headache! Ini pouts. I ignore her and answer my dad's question with an equally fake smile.

"Of course!" I look back at the woman. "Academics should be based of my work ethic, not my father's." I give the woman a look of confusion and try to look as innocent as possible. "Isn't that how it should be?"

The woman shifts a bit in her chair, frowning at me. I can't tell whether she's guilty or just uncomfortable at the fact a student is asking these types of questions.

"Ms. Wahnsinn, I don't what you're trying to imply, but here at Casper High, we prioritize ourselves in making sure the students have the best possible environment for their learning experience. We do not, however, tolerate cheating either by influencing teachers or within the classroom itself." She starts smiling again. "I assure you. Your father's position at Axiom Labs will have no impact on your treatment by our staff, whether positive or negative. If you see any staff treating you differently, feel free to contact me personally to get the issue resolved, do you understand?"

I blink at her slight frown on my face then look at my dad, seeing his reaction. He's looking at the principal with a calculating expression, like he's trying to find the double meaning behind her speech. The woman's smile turned to a small frown at Daddy's face.

Personally, I think she's telling the truth, if only because she made big claims right in front my dad, and I'm pretty sure she's smart enough to realize he'll follow up on her little speech.

I smile back at her, a genuine one this time. "Thank you, Principal Ishiyama. That makes me feel better." I pause then try to steer the conversation back on track. "What about my classes and condition? That's the reason why we're here so early today."

The smile returns to her face. "Of course."

So the three of us talk about my new life at Casper High. Well, the adults mostly talked with me nodding and smiling with the occasional comment. Unlike my last school, apparently homeroom is a big deal here. Before, I only had it the first day of school for two hours to get schedules and other important school-related documents. Now, I have it every Monday with Mr. Lancer who is apparently also my English II teacher.

We discuss how my condition will affect my schedule. Instead of a gym period, I will go to the nurse's office and use my breathing machine and take it as a study hall/medical session. The entire staff has been informed of my condition, and while they didn't know what I looked like, they are aware of me. Daddy had apparently given the principal permission to disclose this information to the staff. Unfortunately, he only told me this after he saw my anger at (as Ini would put it): "My lack of privacy and self-security from the forces of cruel reality." In case of emergencies, all my teachers were to be given an emergency inhaler, which will hopefully be given to all of them by the end of the week.

All in all, the conversation was not as bad as I thought it would be.

Miss Snooty Suit is still a kiss-up though.

"And finally here's your schedule." She hands me a piece of paper and sure enough, it's my schedule. "Is there anything else I can do you for two? Anything at all?" That blasted smile burns disgustingly sweet through my mind. I swear to God if this woman smiles like that one more time, I'm not responsible for my actions.

Now, now. No need to act irrationally. Just smile and nod for now then imagine her mouth superglued down to a frown later. We need to make a good impression after all. Ini's tail swishes as she smirks. It's a strange expression on a cat, a smirk.

Inwardly, I laugh, the joy translating into my smile. The woman's smoozing feels suddenly more tolerable. "Well, I would like to know where my homeroom is if you don't mind." She nods.

"Of course, of course. I will have you walk with Mr. Lancer to introduce yourself to your homeroom."

"Wait what?"

The principal frowns once more. "Ms. Wahnsinn, with your condition, we recommend that as many people know about it as possible in order to assure your safety. While you don't have to go into details of your status." I nearly raise an eyebrow at her. I'm dying. That's my 'status.' I keep my face confused though. "We highly recommend that at least your homeroom know to help you. It's all precautions."

...to keep law suits away.

Of course, I don't say this that would be impolite. The woman is only doing her job after all.

This time my dad speaks up to raise his concerns. "Thank you Ms. Ishiyama, but how do you know that these students won't abuse this knowledge?"

The principal nods as if expecting this question. "I can assure you, the safety our students is our first priority. If any student is caught handling your daughter's inhaler or purposively trying to provoke her condition, they will be dealt with at the upmost level, no matter what their status in school is."

Before I can ponder about the 'status in school' line, Ini speaks in my head once more.

What about the ghosts? Don't they hurt the students? Ask her about ghosts! Ask her about ghosts!

I'm not asking- I stop mid-thought, practically feeling Insanity's pout winning me over. Inwardly I sigh. Fine, but I'm not asking about Phantom.

Fine.

I mentally sigh once more before gaining a concerned expression, though may it be fake or influenced by Ini's actual concern, the world may never know. "Principal Ishiyama, I have one more question."

"Of course, dear. What is it?"

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I've heard this town is haunted by ghosts with Casper High being a main target. Is this true? If it is, I'm not going to run away screaming, I just want to know so I can be prepared when or if they up, you know?" I'm rambling, and I know it, but how else would one talk about ghosts in a school, a school named Casper of all things?

(Ini had been thoroughly amused when we found the haunted school was named Casper. For me, I simply raised an eyebrow, wondering if the ghost attack named the school or if it was like that before they knew the town was haunted. I'll have to ask a student later.)

I watch in slight concern as the woman stiffens, her smile vanishing, leaving only pursed lips and hardened eyes.

My dad looks concerned as well. "Ms. Ishiyama?"

Whatever stupor she had been in, breaks when my dad speaks. Her pursed lips vanish, leaving only a small smile, though even I can tell that she's faking it. The hardened look in her eyes may have disappeared, but an ironically haunted expression replaced it.

"While I'm surprised that you know of our little pest problem," Both Ini and I frown at that. "I can assure you that you are perfectly safe at Casper High. No one has been seriously injured due to a ghost attack so far, and I don't plan on anyone getting injured anytime soon. Ever since the major invasions on the town, multiple protocols have been placed in order to ensure our students' safety may that form of safety be in ghost drills or simple small ways to ward off the supernatural. I assure you Ms. Wahnsinn, ghosts will not be a major issue while at Casper High."

That…is not a glowing endorsement, nor in any way shape or form make me or Ini feel better. In fact, now I'm freaking out. Not only did the principal confirm that, yes, this school is in fact infested by ghost on a regular basis to the point that they needed freaking drills like a fire drill or something, it also seems like the school didn't even seem to proper classes or procedures to defend itself from the invasion.

Seriously? If all the news articles I read were true then a "small way to ward off the supernatural" ain't gonna do shit against a rampaging metal ghost with blasters that seemed to not give a damn if it hurt anyone or anything around it.

I take back my previous remark on the woman's intelligence. She is dumb enough to lie directly to our faces.

What she isn't saying is that the school (and maybe the whole town) is relying completely on Danny Phantom and The Red Huntress on protecting itself from any ghost attacks. Come to think of it, why would they be able to come so quickly? Did they have a ghost hunter version of a Bat Signal or something?

Again, the world may never know.

Before either of us can speak up again, the door to the office opens, revealing a considered Mr. Lancer.

"I hate to interrupt, but class is starting soon and-"

"Of course, of course!" The principal practically jumps out of her seat as she walks to the English teacher. To say she looked relieved would be like saying that I'm a little pale, biggest understatement of the century. She smiles stiffly at us. "Well, come along Ms. Wahnsinn, you don't want to be late for your first day of class, do you?"

I eye her uneasily. Snotty Suit just dodged a bullet, and she knows it. The worst part about it is that I can't even bring the issue up again because, she's right, I do have to get to class. Unless Homeroom translated to Interrogation 101, I have to leave the woman be.

Sly little fox isn't she? Ini comments.

Yes, yes she is.

I didn't want to particularly want to go to class and introduce myself and my disease. I just kind of want to sit in the office with my dad. I look at him with a slightly pleading expression. To my despair, he smiles sadly at me before getting out of his chair. "Well, I guess I better get going too. It's my first day as well, you know."

I sigh and get up from my chair as well. "Yeah, I know. Doesn't make it any better though." I smile before hugging him. I lower my voice, so that only he could hopefully hear me. "Just make sure they treat you right this time, okay or I'll have to go kick their butts."

He chuckles. "Of course." He releases me and gives me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Love you ba bye Hannah."

I give a quick peck on his cheek. "Love you ba bye, Daddy."

With that he leaves the room, leaving me alone with teacher and principal.

I pick up my backpack (which has way too much stuff for the first day of school, but that's another story) and swing it over my shoulder and pick up my lunch kit off the floor. Once I'm settled, I give Mr. Lancer a smile.

"Okay, I'm ready." He stares at me for a moment (this man must not deal with strange people often) before answering.

"Alright. Follow me, Ms. Wainsin?" I blink at the usage of my last name.

"Wahnsinn actually. Like Obi Won Kenobi and sin with a 'z'. Wahn-zin." He arches an eyebrow.

"Do you give this speech a lot?" I shrug.

"More often than not on the first day of school though most teachers just call me Hannah. But that's okay, whatever you prefer to call me, I suppose." He seems satisfied with my answer because he turns away from me and starts walking out the door. I scurry behind him but not before giving the principal a smile.

"Have a good day, Principal Ishiyama." The poor woman looks confused at my goodbye, not expecting kindness after arguing with her. Or maybe she students weren't usually kind to her in general. Either way after a moment, she regains herself and smiles back at me.

"To you as well Ms. Wahnsinn. Enjoy your first day at Casper High."

I laugh. "Hopefully." As I turn away from her to follow Mr. Lancer, I see her smile broaden for a moment. The idea that I brightened her day makes me happy.

Just because she annoys me, it doesn't mean I shouldn't give common courtesies like simply kindness. Everyone deserves kind words, even smoozing annoying Snooty Suits.

I pad behind Mr. Lancer, allowing him to lead me around the alien school through the crowds of students who loitered the hallways. As we walk, I hear other kids suddenly start to whisper. Out of my peripheral vision, I see them sneak glances at me, some even pointing like I was some sort of attraction or unknown marvel.

Great. Small town must mean that any new kid would be something to gawk at. Great. Just great.

I look straight ahead, ignoring them. My only reaction is to keep closer to the teacher. Through experience, I've found that ignoring the whispers will either make them stop or if they don't stop, make a person eventually stop caring about he whispers in general.

"So, Mr. Lancer." I say, trying to ward off the stares. He hums in recognition, which I took as a sign to continue. "How bad are the ghost attacks? Please don't sugar coat it. I need to know how much danger I'm in."

Mr. Lancer gives me an odd look like he's trying to figure me out or find some other meaning behind my words. He arches an eyebrow again. Once again, I have great willpower for I resisted the urge to give him the same look.

After a moment he responds, though not in the way I want him to, much to my irritation. "You're different from most of my students."

Now I arch an eyebrow at him. "Different good or different bad?"

He shrugs and looks ahead once more. "I haven't decided yet. Most of my students don't want to even recognize the possible threat that ghosts could pertain to them, yet that's is exactly one of the first questions you ask. Never mind how you accept the existence of ghosts without an issue. Care to explain why?"

I shrug. "I'm facing death, but I kind of want to live to at least my sixteenth birthday, so I should learn how to defend myself. For the second part, my imagination is wild, and I choose to accept that anything is possible. Life has less surprises that way and feels more tolerable well."

"Tolerable?"

"Well, yeah. Compared to my dreams, reality sucks." I state bluntly, causing an amused smirk to appear on the teacher's face. "But by accepting anything is possible like multiple sets of realities or even ghosts… Well... Life seems, you know, better." I trail off, letting my eyes wonder to cream colored walls. If he wasn't going to answer my question, maybe the walls something else could occupy my attention.

"You are an interesting child." I shrug again and notice that part of the wall has a green colored stain. Maybe from a ghost fight or just some practical joke from a student. Either is equally as possible. "To answer your question," I focus on him, forgetting the green spot for the moment. He sighs. "unfortunately, ghost attacks are quite common here at Casper. While students have been mostly safe, there have been…. Incidents."

"Incidents." I repeat. The worry that I shot down earlier is coming back up again. Ini surprisingly doesn't seem worried. Instead, she appears to be waiting, listening at the edge of her seat…errr my mind. Whatever.

"Yes, there have been incidents of students being kidnapped by ghosts, property damage, things of the sort." He pauses and turns slightly away from me, so that I can't see his expression. "However, it seems to end up fine in the end."

I want to say 'because of Phantom and the Red Huntress, right?' but trying to gain the upper hand or accuse him of not protecting his students would probably not sit well. I rather have Mr. Lancer as an ally than a teacher to hate.

Instead, I smile at him. "Thanks for telling me, Mr. Lancer. I'll try to be careful."

He pauses before looking at me, but instead of a calculating expression he has one of… I can't tell. Dang, there goes my reading people streak.

After a moment, the strange expression leaves his face, a smile replacing it. "Thank you, Ms. Wahnsinn. Now I better get inside before there's anarchy. You stay here, and I will call you when I introduce you, okay?" I blink and look around me then my cheeks flush at the realization. Whoops, I hadn't even noticed we stopped. Note to self, pay attention to these things, especially in a haunted school.

I smile, embarrassed. "Okay." With that, he goes into the classroom. I close my eyes and listen as Mr. Lancer tries to calm down the students. Even through the closed door, I can hear him trying to hush the rowdy kids (wait did he just say Battle Royale? Was he referencing the book or a battle royale in general?).

More awesomeness. A loud home room. Oh, well. At least it's only once a week.

That's the spirit! And speaking of spirit… Do you think we'll see Phantom?

From what I read in the newspaper, there's a higher chance of yes rather than no.

AWESOME! A real live superhero!

One: the dude's dead, he isn't exactly a live superhero. Two: He's done things that make him a villian too. Remember the stealing and kidnapping incidents?

I will not deny it. I take great satisfaction at the persona's pout.

You… are no fun.

It's part of my job description.

Your job description is stupid.

I stifle my laughter, though a smirk manages to make it across my face. I continue leaning against the wall my backpack giving me a good six inches between the surface and by actual back. Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds beyond the door. The loud voices have seemed to calm down a bit, albeit only slightly.

I loud ring suddenly echoes through the building, destroying my sense of calm. Dang loud bells. Must have been the minute bell or something.

Now that my calm is ruined, I can only stand irritably, waiting for the door to open in order to showcase myself in front of the classroom. As much as I don't like the chick, the principal made a good point. The more people who know of my disease, the lower the risk of not being able to get help when I really need it.

Still didn't mean I have to like it.

When did he say he would come?

He didn't. Only when he was ready.

This is boring.

You saying it's boring doesn't make it less so. It only gives me a headache.

Come on Han Han! Get him to let you in!

Ini, don't call me Han Han.

But-

Suddenly, something slams in my shoulder knocking me off balance. I stumble for a second then trip and fall to the ground, landing on my right shoulder with a resounding thunk.

Owww.

I look up blearily to see what the heck just knocked me down only to find a hand being offered to me.

"Sorry, I should have watched where I was going. Are you okay?" I blink again. My mind isn't really cooperating with me at the moment. Slowly my eyes wander from the offered hand to the face of its owner.

I expect to see a jock or something. You know like the tank that ran over me? What I find is nothing of the sort.

The kid is scrawny, looking almost thin to the bone. Whether that be from the baggy t-shirt he's wearing or something else, I don't know. He has to at most five and a half feet tall, maybe even smaller. As he holds out his hand, the kid looks concerned maybe to the point of panic that he might have seriously hurt me or something. His blue eyes are slightly widened, though his messy black bangs almost cover them as he leans slightly over me.

Defiantly not the tank that I thought that hit me.

I laugh a bit as I sit up, crossing my legs. "I'm okay. Just a bit sore."

He looks at the shoulder that I fell on. "You're sure? That was a pretty nasty fall." I wave him off.

"I've had worse. I'm a clumsy person." Seriously, I fell on a desktop once and I had to get stitches on my head before. Being slammed into the floor is not on the top ten lists of painful things in my life due to falling or bumping into things.

I accept his out stretched hand though, if only so he wouldn't feel as guilty. To my surprise, the small kid lifts me up with ease, despite me being almost twice his size.

I brush off the dirt from the school's floor off my pants and smile at the kid. "Thanks ummm…" Crap, I don't even know his name. Stupid first day of school.

Thankfully he seems to notice my distress and holds out a hand in greeting, gaining his own smile. "Danny. Danny Fenton."

My smile broadens, "Hannah Wahnsinn. Nice to meet you."

I think I just met my first friend.


A/N: Done. Next chapter has third person POV, and we finally find out what Hannah looks like. Hope you enjoyed!

By the way, is getting only thirty visitors, but four really positive reviews a win? I think it's a win, especially since the Danny Phantom phandom doesn't really like OCs that much. Meh.

Anyway, see you next time!