I had a ton of trouble with this chapter. I really don't know why, probably because it's kind of a filler chapter, and a little shorter than I wanted, (I'm really working on my length, at least trying… I'm getting better… slowly), though you do meet more people. Enjoy!

Note: I'm going to be changing my penname in a few weeks, just want to let ya'll know.


A black SUV pulled into the Casper High parking lot just as a Jazz made her way from her dorm to the main office.

"Ah. Miss. Fenton!" the principal, a bald, out of shape man, known to shout creative book titles in excitement and anger, greeted one of his favorite students as she entered the small office.

"Mr. Lancer." Jazz nodded her head with respect, her eyes looking to a rather large pile of papers on the office counter.

The principal caught the gaze, "Yes, those, unfortunately, would be your first job. The copier was on the fritz again and we were unable to get these last documents in with the rest for check in. Now, I'd appreciate it if you and Miss. Miller would split this pile up and take them to the dorms."

"Of Course," Jazz was already picking up half the pile, wondering where her friend and co-office aid was when a hand grabbed the rest of the pile, starting the girl slightly.

"Right, and then, after we do this, I hear we have some alphabetizing to do." A sarcastic voice said as Jazz turned around. "Hey roomy!" The girl's wide smile carried to her brown eyes.

"Mitch! How was your summer?"

Michelle Miller, more commonly known as Mitch to her friends, lead the way out of the office, answering the question, "I don't think I spent any time out of the pool." She brushed her thick, brown bangs out of her face, revealing an obvious swim cap tan. "You run your little bro out of the house yet?"

Jazz rolled her teal eyes, shaking her head.

They continued to talk as they crossed the quad, dodging through the mess of unorganized students making their way to their dorms or, in the case of a few of the incoming freshmen, fretting over which of the buildings they'd have to find the following week for their classes. Friends, separated for three months, greeted each other as if they hadn't seen one another in years, while other teens lounged under trees, books open as they enjoyed the last weeks of light summer weather.

Before them loamed the two dorm houses, large brick buildings, each crowded with large pine trees; the closest house was reserved for the girls, while the one beyond it housed the guys.

Mitch spoke up, her eyes twinkling, "I'll do the guy's house."


Valerie shifted her backpack, glancing at the map of the campus once again. "Okay Sam, our dorms should be just up here." She paused. "Sam?"

Just then, the screech of an annoyed and obviously angered girl reached her ears.

"Watch where you're going chica!" An attractive Latina girl screamed at Sam, who had walked in the girl's path.

"You were the one not paying attention! What? Is it too hard to walk and talk to your blonde friend here about fashion at the same time?" Sam countered.

At her mention, the blonde girl grabbed her friend's hand, saying, "Come on Paulina, You don't want to be seen around these losers."

The Latina girl, pushed past Sam, readjusting her bag, which had been personalized with a few too many Danny Phantom pins and such, "Yeah, Star. Especially a loser goth like this one." The two girls started off, though Paulina's voice trailed over once more, "Hasn't anyone told her no one wears combat boots anymore?"

Valerie rolled her eyes as she was forced to grab Sam by the shoulders, steering her away from the rude girls and toward their dorms.


Nathan reached into his pocket, pausing from playing Doomed, in order to answer his ringing cell phone. "Hello?" He paused, obviously listening to someone on the other end.

"You've got to be kidding me!" He paused. "And did you try the other drive?" This time the pause was long as the person tried to give a detailed description of the problem.

"Alright," He nodded, though the person on the line couldn't see, "I'll head over there. Just hang on." He hung up the phone, logging off of Doomed.

"Sorry Dan," He said to his friend, "The guys are having a problem over in the computer lab." Nathan hastily put his computer away as he continued to batter on, "I don't understand what would be wrong with it though. I guess it's because it's the first day back. We have to have bugs."

Danny, also logging out of his game and setting his laptop on the table, waved his friend out, not getting up, but leaning back and looking up at the ceiling.

Nathan threw his laptop bag over his shoulder, hurrying out the door, but just as he reached it, it swung open, a dark skinned boy in a red hat standing in the doorway. With an, 'excuse me, in a hurry,' the red haired boy brushed through and down the hallway, disappearing from sight.

Raising an eyebrow, the boy entered the dorm room, his luggage in toe, looking at the raven haired boy on the couch.

"Are you TF?" Danny asked, standing up and walking across the short distance, his hand in front for a welcoming hand shake.

Tucker took the hand, saying with a laugh, "Yeah, you could say it stand for Too Fine."

Danny smiled at the corny joke, "I'm Danny Fenton."

"Tucker Foley." He readjusted his glasses as he walked to deposit his things in his labeled room. The name sparked a memory, but he shrugged it off thinking that Fenton wasn't such an unusual name.

Just as Tucker was walking out of his room, a light tapping came at the still open door.

A brown haired girl, dressed casually in jeans and a blue tee stood at the threshold, some papers in hand.

"What are you doing here, Mitch?" Danny asked, suspicious, triggering to Tucker that this girl was well known to his roommate.

"I can't come and visit my best friend's little bud?" Her voice held just a little too much false innocence as she asked the question.

"No." Danny's reply was quick.

"Well good, cause I have this for you."

She held out the paper, which Danny took, questioning, "They couldn't have put this in with everything else?"

"The copier was on the fritz." Mitch explained, before she looked over Danny's shoulder, spotting the red hated teen exiting his room, "And who is this?"

"Miss. Short attention span," Danny snickered, earning an elbow in his side, "This is Tucker Foley."

That's when a sudden cold drifted through Danny's body, a (thankfully) hardly noticeable breath of cold air escaping his lips. His body shivered for a second, combating the sudden cold, before it was gone as soon as it came.

Danny groaned, faking to look at his watch, (which with his luck he had forgotten to put on that morning.) "And Tucker, this is Michelle Miller…" He looked to the door, backing out, "Now, if you all would excuse me…"

…And then, he was gone….

Mitch rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the door.

Meanwhile, Tucker raised an eyebrow at the door, asking, "So, does he do that often Michelle?"

"…It's Mitch…"

She smiled, "And as for that, Fenton's harder to keep down than Monday's mystery meat."

The undercover hunter couldn't help laughing at the visual.


Jazz rapped lightly on the dorm door, almost finished passing out the papers. She waited patiently until a pretty dark haired goth girl opened the door. The red head held out the paper, "Sorry to disturb you, but I needed to hand these out."

Sam took the papers, briefly glancing at them, "More guidelines. How many rules can one school have?"

Jazz cocked a smile, "The rules here are established to have order, but Mr. Lancer, though he is strict, does not believe in banishing each of use of our on personalities."

The goth girl blinked at the brief speech, wondering if the red head before her was going to continue.

"Well, have a nice day," Jazz finished, knowing the girl didn't want her to continue a rather in detailed speech she did in fact have prepared and memorized.

Just as Jazz turned from the room, the goth girl's watch began to beep, an echoing beep coming from the couch, where Valerie sat, reading a book entitled, Three Men Seeking Monsters: Six Weeks in Pursuit of Werewolves, Lake Monsters, Giant Cats, Ghostly Devil Dogs, and Ape-men.

Green eyes meet lavender as the two females smiled; knowing that in the other dorm house another matching watch would be going off at the same time.

"It's Show time."

Both girls quickly jogged out of their dorm room, taking down the hallway.

Sam pulled a cell phone out of her pocket, dialing Tucker's number on the speed dial, already in her hunter mindset. "Tuck, meet us in behind our building."

She paused, listening as he said something, rolling her eyes as she ran. "I don't care how many cute girls you've seen so far Tuck." She snapped her cell closed, turning to Valerie, "He'll be there-"

Valerie finished the thought, "If his hormones don't kick in first."

They missed the watching teal eyes as they passed. Those teal eyes watched the two, too used to strange situations to not notice one when it passed three feet from her. The owner of the eyes watched until the two girls disappeared around the corner.

But then a door opened, two freshmen standing in the threshold, and all thoughts of the strange behavior were forgotten as she welcomed them.


Danny dashed down the stairs, cursing his luck, "It hasn't even been twenty-four hours and they're already disturbing my school year. Can't I have at least one day off?"

The raven haired teen maneuvered through students, in too much of a hurry to care how much attention he was drawing. "And today's the worst day to find a place to change."

He grinned in triumph as he came upon a bathroom, rushing in.

He peeked in each of the stalls, relieved that he was lucky enough to come upon an empty bathroom.

"All right then." He clutched his hands into fists, throwing the battle cry out the window, in case it drew the attention of passing students.

A white glowing ring formed around his waist, dividing into two before traveling, one up and one down, his body. His outfit changed from the jeans and a t-shirt to a black and white hazmat jumpsuit with a white insignia on his chest.

Danny blinked his now glowing green eyes, brushing white hair quickly out of his face, (reminded for a quick second Jazz's lecture on how he needed to get it trimmed before he brushed the thought aside) as he turned intangible, flying through the ceiling.

As he took to the skies, he scanned the campus, following his ghost sense. His eyes couldn't help but watch a few of the students below him bustle in their activities, though his mind rushed, trying to think of who the ghost could be.

Dodging through the trees, trying to keep an aim on his documentary, while obviously keeping out of sight of the jocks, Mikey, with his now fixed camera in toe, worked around students, his unsuccessful reenactment of a ninja making his ghost friend chuckle as he flew past.

Continuing to make his way across the campus, Danny spotted Mitch, having left the boy's dorm, making her way back to the main office, pulling a pencil from behind her ear to jot a note on a piece of paper she pulled out of her pocket.

A certain Latina girl, gossiping with two friends as they watched the jocks stuff a nerd into a trashcan then caught the ghostly teen's attention. His eyes lingered on the girl, his hormones blocking the urgency on the situation.

Then Danny's attention was called back as he heard a crash coming from the building right below him.

He chastised himself, "Duh Fenton. What are you doing? Get back to the ghost problem here!"

He threw himself downwards, diving intangibly through the roof.


Valerie, Sam, and Tucker met halfway across the campus at a full run. They dodged through the students who, most already so used to the signs of a ghost attack, were already heading in the opposite direction at the first crash.

The three ran behind a building, carefully looking around before they activated their suits.

"Let's go." Panther said, the three of them shooting off across the campus.


Okay, now, if you look and read back carefully, it should be easy to figure out who the ghost is. Can anyone figure it out?

Don't know where Mitch came from. Jazz needed a friend I guess. And her description as a swimmer just because my sister was bugging me at the moment about my swim cap tan line. Also, the book is a real book by Nick Redfern.

Please comment, review, hope you enjoyed.

Ghost-Wolf676 out!