Danni's POV:
"Ouch. Geeze, you think that Mister Clockwork would allow for a softer landing. Are you guys ok?" My name is Daniela Fenton. I prefer to be called Danni. My friends who came with me are my twin brother Sammy, and our cousin, Alex Foley. We were sent here by our parents for our safety. Apparently someone from their past was after us, and they thought the past would be safer for us as this person would not have known of our existence then. They had already prepared everything in advance by sending Aunt Jazz here to set everything up before we arrived.
"That really hurt. Dad said that when they did this there wasn't any pain involved," my brother complained.
"Could someone kindly GET OFF ME!" That was Alex. Apparently I had landed on him.
"Sorry, 'bout that Alex." I get off of Alex and brush the dirt off my clothes. "Come on guys, we need to locate the meeting place." We head to the Nasty Burger near where we hand landed painfully. Alex and Sammy order some food from the menu and brought me an ice cream. "Thanks."
We don't have long to wait after we finish our food. Aunt Jazz pulled up and we hopped in.
"Everything's set, with the exception of your aliases. In public, I guess everyone should know me as your mom, Jane Summers. I found a house for rent and a job close by. I don't really want you kids out alone at any given time, unless you are together. Since I know your parents want you to have an education, as soon as you guys decide whether to keep your first names or another, you will be enrolled in Casper High," informs Aunt Jazz.
Sammy states, "I like my name just the way it is."
Alex agrees, "Same for me."
"I don't really feel like changing my name either."
We arrive at the house. Sammy and I pick the rooms closest to each other, as we can't stand being apart. "It's a twin thing", we always say. Alex takes the room across from Sammy's. The next morning, Aunt Jazz enrolls us in the high school near the house. We are then taken and shown our classes. The first teacher we are introduced to tries to seat me away from Sammy when Alex pipes up that we can't stand being separated like that. Mr. Lancer, that was his name, then has us sit in the back behind these two boys who look sort of familiar. Alex ended up sitting in the front where there was an empty desk. Near the last ten minutes of class he has us introduce ourselves to the class.
Alex goes first. "My name is Alex Summers. I don't do well with intros."
Followed by Sammy. "My name is Samuel Summers. Alex is my brother and I, umm, don't do too well with introductions either."
"My name is Daniela Summers, and I am Sammy's twin sister. I prefer to be called Danni."
Before I can say anything further the bell rings for lunch. My brother, Alex, and I head outside to talk.
I wish I hadn't been brought into this. I mean, come on. I'm the only one who's normal. Dad didn't need to send me here," Alex complained.
Sammy trying to resolve the issue quickly points out, "Mom, Dad, and Uncle Tucker felt it was safer if the three of us came here. Besides it's not our fault if Danni and I got our dad's powers."
"At least you have your mom here, Alex. That's gotta be something to be thankful for. Sammy and I don't have that. Please, let's just try to finish the school day and get home. We can deal with everything else as we always have, as a team."
As we head back towards the building, Sammy trips, causing me to trip, as well as Alex.
The moron known as Dash mocks us saying, "Look guys, three in one. Losers, you need to watch where you're going."
Sammy gets mad at the moron that tripped us. Before he could do something rash, I try to calm him down.
"Sammy, calm down. Mom and Dad told us that some our powers are tied to our emotions. Remember the third grade incident? I accidentally blew up the smart board when Dash Jr. pulled my braid. Dad realized that their fears were becoming real, that we may have possibly inherited his ghost powers. Then not long after that, you broke some of the windows in the classroom when Mrs. Chan tried to move you four rows away. We have to control our anger most of all."
Sammy calmed down after that and we get back up. As we try once again to head back in, we got stopped by a group of three kids around our age. They introduce themselves as Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley. Alex pales as he realizes that these are our parents when they were our age. Sammy elbows him.
"Take a breath, man. I'm sorry about our "brother". He sometimes forgets to breathe. But it usually only happens when there's a new PDA or software on sale," Sammy explains, glaring at Alex.
Alex, turning red, apologizes, "Sorry 'bout that. I'm ok now."
"My brother and I were adopted by our aunt, Alex's mom, after our parents vanished while on a trip." I tell them the "story" as we had been told by Aunt Jazz, to solidify the "truth". They seem to accept the story well. Danny invites us to hang out with them after school. We accept, saying that we have to check in with our mom first.
They show us around town, and then we head to Danny's house to play video games. Sam and I sat on Danny's bed and watched while my brother Sammy played a racing game with the other guys. Alex's cell phone rings. It's "our mom" telling us that we need to get home for dinner. We say our good-byes and head to the next block where the house is. We eat dinner and after cleaning up the dishes, Aunt Jazz tells me and Sammy that we need to keep up our training. Alex, Sammy, and I head to the basement to do the rounds.
" I got the checklist! Guess what! Your dad has that you need to try to "fine-tune" your transformations," Alex tells us.
Sammy, groaning, complains, "Oh brother, he's always been after us for that one every time we train. Same thing happens every time; neither of us can keep it up for more than a few minutes. Dad can keep his transformation up for hours, if not days."
"Here goes nothing"
Both of us say Dad's signature line, "Going Ghost!"
At the same time two bright energy rings start the transformation from ordinary kids to ghosts. Sammy's usual black and white shirt and blue jeans changes to a uniform like Dad's, only without the signature logo and shorter sleeves. My favorite purple shirt and blue jean/skirt combo is replaced with the same uniform as Sammy's but with a slight variation, I get a choker with a black rose pendant. Our hair goes from black to white and our eyes change to green, though Sammy's are normally brown and mine are blue. My long hair was braided when the transformation was done. Once we finish, we start our routine while Alex times our transformation. We start with flying around the room a few times and move on to invisibility and phasing through walls. Then we move on to Sammy's favorite exercise, target practice. But around that time we end up changing back.
Sammy complains, "Aww man, right at the best part. How long was it this time, Cuz?"
Alex, looking at the stopwatch, states, "Thirty minutes. That's a lot better than last time."
"Yeah, last time was during flying, for me anyways. Dad had to catch me before I hit the ground. Sammy's gave out when he tried to phase through a wall."
"That hurt when I hit the wall," Sammy points out.
Aunt Jazz came down to tell us that it was time for bed, being that we had to go to school in the morning. We cleaned up the basement and got ready for bed. Sammy and I sat on my bed and talked for about 10 minutes, like we always did.
"I miss Mom, Dad, and Uncle Tuck," Sammy sighs.
"Me too. I even miss Cori."
" I miss our dog too, Danni," he tells me.
"I wish we know who it was that got them so worried, so that we could do something. It just isn't right that we got sent here while our parents try to protect us from the future."
"The best we can do now is train like Dad wants us to and get better control of our powers," he suggests.
"I guess you're right, but I can't help but worry about everyone back home."
"Let's try to do what we need to here and…" Sammy starts.
Just when he was about to finish his sentence, Aunt Jazz comes in.
"Ok, you two. Time for bed, you have school in the morning," Aunt Jazz tells us.
We say our good nights and Sammy went to his room.