Disclaimer: I wish I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-

This is pretty short because I have a Homecoming game tonight and Homecoming dance tomorrow, then I have a bunch of schoolwork I need to get done this weekend, so I decided that you'd appreciate a shorter chapter now rather than a regular length around next week.

"MR. FENTON! Don't you dare mix those two chemicals together! Unless you want the school to burst into flames!" Ms. Parker barked.

Danny winced as Sam took the chemical away from him and replaced it with the correct one.

"Shut the hell up," Danny muttered under his breath. "You didn't stay up till three in the morning fighting stupid ghosts."

"Long night?" Sam asked sympthatically.

"You can only imagine," he grumbled.

"Hey, you guys have an extra pencil? This idiot threw both of ours into the chemical mix to see it burn," the voice behind them asked.

"Sure," Sam replied, handing the person a pencil. Danny glanced back and saw the remains of two pencils in a chemical mix. He glanced up and gasped in surprise at the sight of the people behind him. In his surprise, he knocked over a chemical into his own chemical mix.

BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!

"FENTON!"

Four fire trucks putting out the explosion/fire, many ambulances taking away injuried students and several concerned parents showing up later, Danny was sitting in a damage-free principal's office.

"You are quite lucky that it only destroyed three classrooms. Those chemicals had enough power to destroy the school!" she lectured.

Luck had nothing to do with it, ya moran. Ghost powers! he thought sourly.

"Mr. Davis may have a concussion along with a cracked rib. Miss Johnson possibly has a broken arm and burns. Mrs. Simon may have recieved permanent damage to the baby. Miss Brooks has severe burns on her face, arm and chest. Miss Manson managed to survive unharmed, but several other students are in the HOSPITAL Mr. Fenton!" she went on.

"Is...is everybody okay?" he asked, suddenly feeling completely horrible.

"They will live, but I think that for the safety of everybody, you are from now on, banned from doing chemical labs. Your partner will have to do it for you," she said. Danny just sunk in his seat, feeling like crap. Eric had a cracked rib and a possible concusion? Would he ever be his stupid, paper-eating self? That one girl's arm did look broken when the ambulance took her away. Mrs. Simon's baby in danger? What if she ended up misscarrying because of it? Juliet's burns were severe? Would they be permanent? Sam was only safe because he managed to grab her and turn them both intangible.

"Your parents will be here shortly," she informed him, breaking him of his thoughts. He just nodded miserably, his heart aching. He still coudln't believe what had happened. Why did he just turn him and Sam intangible? He could have quickly grabbed onto the others. Or put a ghost shield around the explosion to save everybody. It didn't matter if he was exposed or people got suspicious. What mattered is that he was a hero and heroes kept others safe.

But today, he failed his duty as a superhero.

Danny sat outside the principal's office, staring at the ground as his mom talked to the principal, biting his lip. He still kept replaying the scene over and over in his head. People could have died. They could have died and left families, friends, a life and so much more behind. Well, besides the lonely and grouchy Ms. Parker. But it was all because he was slightly startled.

His mom soon exited the door. She motioned for Danny to follow her.

"What did she say?" he asked anxiously.

"She explained what happened, and she suggested that we have you checked for a muscle control disorder," Maddie replied honestly, taking out the RV keys. Danny stared. "Honey, you've been so clumsy ever since you started high school. Tripping over your own feet and knocking vases off shelves is one thing, but your clumsyness isn't normaly honey, and that's what Principal Ishiyama pointed out. If you do have one, then we need to look into mediciation or other treatment."

Danny sighed heavily as he climbed into the RV. He buckled his seatbelt.

"Danny? Sweetie?" Danny barely glanced at her. "You've been suspended till Monday."

"Great," Danny muttered. "Can we stop by the hospital...? I wanna see how they're doing."

"We can tomorrow honey. Let them rest," Maddie replied. She failed to notice the depressed look on his face as she drove home.