Dear diary,

Why? (Why do they hate me?)

(Why don't I fight back?)

(Why do I act like such a creep?)

Why? (Why won't he date me?)

(Why did I hit him?)

(Why do I cry myself to sleep?)

-Beautiful; from the Off-Broadway performance, Heathers: the Musical


The way I saw it, there was something almost therapeutic about hearing that first bell ring. The way it echoed down the hall and nearly drowned out the conversations of the students made me feel a bit relaxed. The reason I found that bell to be so therapeutic was because of how automatic everyone's response was to it. Students went from talkative and relaxed to irritated and exhausted. Teachers went and hid themselves away in their classrooms until the first wave of kids settled. For me, that bell told a different story. For me, it usually signified my attempts in skipping class. While it may seem trivial, I always looked for creative ways to get out of school. Having ghost powers was a definite plus for me.

So, as the wave of students started shuffling their way to their classes, I made sure to hang back long enough to sneak into the girls' bathroom. That was where I'd usually go to figure out ways to escape.

Quickly making my way into the nearest restroom I could find, I hurried in and waited until the door closed behind me. Looking at each stall, I made sure the bathroom was empty before transforming. A bright light encompassed my body before I started to feel the changes. I quickly noticed the differences in my clothes. My human clothes quickly altered to what my ghost-half typically wears. Ripped blue jeans turned into black high-waisted jeans that ended about mid-thigh. My favorite t-shirt and sweat jacket turned into a black tank top with an oversized, white, off-the-shoulder boho sweater. Even my shoes changed. Tennis shoes to combat boots. Pretty cool, if I do say so myself. And when I looked down at myself, at my change of clothes and physical appearance, I couldn't help but smile. Turning into a ghost gave me an almost freeing experience. It gave me the chance to be someone else, to live a life that seems more exciting. Being in school never gave me that feeling. It always felt like I was being brushed off and ignored within Casper High. But having the ability to skip class - to skip school, even - without detection was the one thing I would always be grateful for.

Turning invisible and intangible, I adjusted my backpack before phasing through the girls' bathroom. By the time I exited, the hallways were practically empty. I took note of how some classroom doors were open, and other were closed. Another typical sight within my high school.

Scowling slightly, and keeping myself invisible, I chose to walk as silently as possible down the hall. I knew that as a ghost, even as a human, too, I could fly out of the school. I just wanted to humor myself. I wanted to see each classroom I walked by while I made my way out of Casper High. I wanted to see the teachers, the students, everyone as I made my grand exit. To me, I found it hilarious how easily they could overlook such obvious oddities in their lives. A half-ghost goes to their school, yet they choose to bully her and ignore her. I could very well use my powers as a bit of payback for everyone who's bothered me, but I knew better than to be that reckless. It would take a true idiot to use their powers that way.

Well, you must be a whole different kind of idiot, I thought sarcastically. You're not using your powers as payback; you're using them to skip school.

Letting out a soft snort, I couldn't help but shake my head. I saw myself as above revenge, but not above getting an education. That's probably why my mother gets so frustrated with me sometimes. Raina always gets so pissed when she gets calls from the school. She can't seem to comprehend why I don't want to go to class, but it's simple in my eyes. School isn't my thing. People aren't my thing. I'd rather be out, as a ghost, studying and investigating the Ghost Zone. I'd rather go out and understand why I am the way I am. Instead, I'm locked in a school for most of the year, for most of my young life, being categorized by people I don't care about. It's absolute bullshit.

As I walked by one classroom, one with its door wide open for anyone to look in, I took a quick peak before walked off. Only I didn't walk off just yet. I paused. It was Mr. Johnston's class. One of the few English teachers at the school, aside from Mr. Lancer. Mr. Johnston wasn't really liked by students, but he was tolerated more than Mr. Lancer.

Letting out a snicker, I let my eyes scan over the class itself. For a moment, my eyes just barely skimmed over the exhausted students. Some had a look of complete disinterest while others looked like they were on the verge of sleep. I could understand, Mr. Johnston's class wasn't the best. I had him as my second to last teacher, and he wasn't particularly fond of me. In fact, a lot of my teachers weren't. The only one who did was probably one teacher who did like me, and it would have to be her music teacher, Mrs. Byrne. She could tolerate me at the best of times, but our relationship was good. She helped me when I needed it, and I'd do my best to not be a total brat in her class.

But while I continued to scan Mr. Johnston's class, my gaze fell on one student in particular. One who had messy black hair and distant blue eyes. He wasn't exactly tall, and he seemed to be rather scrawny. But there was something about him that set him apart from the other students. He had this glow around him, one that was all too familiar to me. My stomach churned.

It can't be, I thought. I've been in this school long enough to know the students. I know they're all human. But him. . .he has that glow.

Pursing my lips, I extended my left hand. The one thing I was thankful for was, even while invisible and intangible, any kind of ghostly glowing that came from my body wouldn't be seen from the human eye. So when my left hand started glowing, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Forming in the palm of my hand was the outline of my staff. I only brought it out very rarely, only under very specific circumstances. Now was one of those circumstances. When my staff finished forming and solidifying, I gripped it tightly. It was one of my most helpful weapons when it came to practicing my abilities and fending off ghosts, but I didn't want to rely on it so much.

Just do what you need to do, I thought quickly. Just clear your mind, okay?

Taking a deep breath, I focused my energy into my staff. I tightened my grip on it, hoping that it would help in some way. It only took a minute at most, but the silvery material that made up my staff started to warm.

It's working, I thought.

My eyes quickly darted to the top of my staff, where it split off and formed a circle. In the center, lays a small crystal orb. When my energy goes through the staff, the orb can help me see the true forms of creatures — particularly ghosts — disguising themselves as humans. So I watched as my energy flowed into the orb, as it went from clear to dark red. I let out a shaky breath as the orb started to grow, becoming bigger, glowing a bright red. Once it filled the opening at the top of my staff, I ceased the flow of my energy, instead, placing my staff directly in front of the boy with the glow.

"Show me his true form," I whispered. The orb shone a bright light onto the boy. The light stayed on him for a brief moment before confusion started to bubble within me. His true form. . .wasn't what I expected. His body flickered between human and ghost. From black to snow white hair; from blue eyes to green. "This can't be right," I murmured. "Is he. . .?"

The more I looked at him, the more I started to realize that maybe he was. His eerie glow was that of a ghost, but my staff showed him stuck between human and paranormal. It was bizarre to say the least. But that could only mean one thing, right? If my staff showed him being stuck between forms, then that meant he was a halfa, like me. Which may explain a lot, but still left a lot of unanswered questions. If he truly was a halfa, that meant I wasn't the only one. But that also had me wondering how he obtained his abilities. I was born half-ghost, so my abilities were expected to occur. Was he born, like me? Or was he the result of something else?

I need to know what he is, I thought. If he's a threat, I can't have him wandering around with other humans.

Lowering my staff, I kept my gaze on the boy for a little longer. He looked so unassuming. There was nothing about him that would've screamed halfa, or anything related to the supernatural. But then again, the same could go for me, too. I don't exactly scream half-ghost, even if I use my abilities — albeit under the radar — in public.

With that, I chose to turn around and proceed out of the school. I could figure out what to do with that peculiar boy later.

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Amity Park seemed to be unlike anything I've ever experienced. I've never encountered another potential half-ghost before. I thought I was the only one in existence. I never would've guessed that I'd find another. Crossing my arms over my chest, I couldn't help but set my jaw.

I'll have to keep an eye on him, I thought. That's all I can really do right now.

Looking around, I took in the sight before me. After managing an exit from Casper High, I decided to, after transforming back into a human, travel downtown. I wanted to just think before I did anything excessive.

"You've got to keep yourself calm, okay?" I murmured. "I can't let this get to me."

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Danny felt as though someone was watching him. Just for a fleeting moment, he did. He didn't it. On top of that, his Ghost Sense was on the verge of going off, which put him on edge. So, as a result of those two things, Danny was sitting in Mr. Johnston's class, tense and ready to bolt at any given moment. If his Ghost Sense was practically on the verge of going off, then a ghost had to be nearby. If he felt as though someone was watching him, then it could very well be a ghost. He couldn't afford to just sit back and wait for something to happen. He had to make a move.

God only knows Mr. Johnston won't let people leave easily, Danny thought. It was the truth. Being one of the most disliked teachers at Capser High, Mr. Johnston had a bit of a problem when it came to students wanting to leave. Whether it was to the restroom or some other reason, there was always a reason for the request to be denied.

But God help anyone who tried to get Danny to stop whatever mayhem that might ensue.


(A/N):

Guys, I know it's been too long since I posted this chapter, but I hope you enjoy it, okay? Give constructive criticism wherever you think it's necessary. That'll be extremely helpful for me, okay?

Do I own anything in the Danny Phantom universe? No. No I don't. All I own are my OCs, my subplots, and an appreciation for the show Doctor Who. If you've got ideas for an OC or a subplot, be sure to PM me or leave a review. I'll add them in as soon as possible.

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Harper Sy