Soooo, still terrible or no...or maybe your just as tired as I am and still haven't figured out that your looking at a story on the computer. That's completely concievable too.

After deciding that there wasn't anything they could do for now and Danny couldn't afford another absence from school, Jack-as Danny- decided to attend school for his son. Jack walked slowly towards Casper High, sadly. He'd thought that he was done learning.

"Dad you can't be late to class," Danny had told him, "And avoid the football team. And don't let anyone know that you're you. Make sure you act like me, okay. It'll get really weird if they find out."

"It can't be that hard to be a high school kid," Jack muttered to himself, adjusting his backpack uncomfortably.

"Hey, Fenturd, catch," Dash laughed, throwing the football right at Jack's face. Normally he would have caught it but the suddenness of the whole thing had caught him off guard and he simply closed his eyes tight and crossed his arms in front of his face for protection. Noticing that the ball had still made no contact with his body, Jack lowered his arms to find the football jocks staring, jaws slacked.

"Danny we gotta get to class," Sam stated urgently, pushing on his shoulders in the direction of the school. Out of earshot of anyone else she whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Huh," Jack replied confused.

"Yeah dude," Tucker inputted, "You can't just go intangible in school like that." Jack fought the urge to ask what he was talking about. He and Danny had decided that they wouldn't let anyone know that they switched and he had a feeling that Danny would have known what that Manson girl was talking about so he didn't dare ask.

"We better get to class," Sam sighed, leaving Jack behind as she headed for the school doors.

"Yeah, we're going to be late," Tucker agreed, starting toward the school before stopping and turning around, "You coming Danny."

"Yeah," Jack answered, "I'm coming."

Jack sat in Mr. Lancer's class ready to fall asleep. English was never a class he had deemed important. He already knew how to speak English so what was the point. He knew all the words he was ever going to need in his life.

"Mr. Fenton?" Mr. Lancer asked angrily.

"Huh," Jack replied looking up to the teacher in time to notice that the room had suddenly dropped almost ten degrees, "Hey Lancer, why's it so cold in here, I mean I can see my own breath."

"It isn't cold in here, Daniel. I was trying to get your attention because it is time for you to give your report on your family heritage."

"Oh is that all," Jack stated, casually, still shivering from the cold, "I'll give my speech if you turn up the heat, it's got to be 40 degrees in here."

"Mr. Fenton, it is 72 degrees in the entire building. Now stop postponing the inevitable and just get up here."

"Fine, fine," Jack grumbled, heading up to the front of the room.

"Ghost," he heard someone scream nervously. Suddenly excited, Jack turned to see a ghost with black hair in the form of two points, a white cape with a red underside, and a white costume; someone Jack instantly recognized as the Wisconsin Ghost. Jack didn't even notice that everyone in the room had fled minus Danny's friends Manson and Foley.

"Ah Daniel," the ghost stated with a bit of condescension, "How lovely to see you again. How is your darling mother?"

"Ghost, when I get my hands on you I'm gonna tear you apart molecule by molecule," Jack yelled angrily, how did the Wisconsin Ghost know his wife.

"Oh, Daniel," the ghost mocked letting his feet touch the floor, "How the mighty have fallen, you are even beginning to sound like your father."

"So," Jack stated confused, he always wanted Danny to take after him in the ghost hunting way.

"I'm surprised you haven't 'gone ghost'," Plasmius mocked, air quoting, "Aren't you worried that someone will see your human half conversing with a ghost?"

"Human half?" Jacked asked out loud confused.

"Danny go ghost," Sam shouted alarmed, she couldn't figure out what was wrong with him?

"Go ghost," Jack asked out loud confused, what was she talking about. Suddenly he felt his body being lifted off the ground as if it was weightless. He looked down too see a ring of light in circle him and began to grow frantic. What did he just do, was the Wisconsin Ghost attacking him. Soon the lighted hula hoop went over his face and finally vanished in thin air.

Confused, Jack looked down at his son's body and saw that he wore completely different clothes and there was an odd emblem on his chest. It was hard to see upside down but suddenly he recognized it.

"My son is Danny Phantom," Jack stuttered out causing Sam, Tucker, and Vlad to all stop instantly and stare at him oddly.