When I got to the office, I stopped. It was such a small office I couldn't help but stare. There was one woman behind the counter, and another in a desk to the right. When I opened the door, they both turned to look at me. I cleared my throat. "My name is Daniel Masters. Today is my first day here, and I need a schedule."

"Welcome, Mr. Masters. My name is Gloria." She was about 45, with graying red hair. Her green eyes were glued to my blue eyes, and she extended a hand out to me, and I shook it.

"Thank you, Gloria." I smiled.

"Dressed up for your first day, huh?" She made small talk as she wrote me a schedule.

"Actually, no." I laughed. "This is the most casual outfit I own. My Father said it was too casual to wear to school."

She looked up. "No jeans?"

"Nope."

She stayed silent for a minute. "Alright, here's your schedule. Your homeroom is with Mr. Lancer, your locker will be 627, and your first class is Math."

"Math this early in the morning?" I gasped. "Oh god this is going to suck." Gloria smiled sympathetically at me, and I left the office and followed the mini map she gave me. I knocked on the door to classroom 217 before entering. The teacher turned to look at me, who I guessed was Mr. Lancer. He was bald, with a huge belly.

Aaand he's back.

This time I ignored the voice.

"Ah, you must be our new student. Introduce yourself to the class." Mr. Lancer spoke.

I walked over to stand by the teacher, and I turned to face the class. "Greetings, everyone. My name is Daniel Masters. I just moved here from Gleset, Wisconsin. I look forward to interacting with you all." I flashed my signature smile, and I heard two girls talking about how cute I was. I took a seat behind the girl from the hallway.

He has to sit behind me? How am I supposed to hate him if he's so damned cute? Get yourself together, Sam!

I started. That was her voice in my head? She didn't look like anything special to me. I sighed. Why was life so hard? I had everyone wrapped around my finger at Rutherford, and now I had to redo all my hard work. I tapped my fingers on my desk, not even listening to the lesson.

"Will you stop that?" the girl in front of me turned around suddenly.

"Stop what?"

"Tapping your fingers. It's annoying."

"You're annoying."

"Ugh!" She turns back around.

What the hell is her problem?

"Did you say something?" She turned back around. "I swore I heard your voice."

"No. I didn't say anything." Crazy bitch.

"Yes you did! You just called me a crazy bitch!"

I stopped. "I didn't say that out loud. I thought that." I scowled. "You reading my mind now?"

"How the hell would I be able to read your mind?" She scowled.

"You're acting like I know or care. Now shut the fuck up before you get us caught by Lancer."

She turned around. I could feel her silently fuming, but I didn't really care. The rest of the class passed in a blur, and I was the first person to exit the class after it ended. I looked at my phone to see a text from Father.

F: How's school going?

M: Terrible. I hate poor people.

F: That's not nice, Daniel.

M: Father. One boy claims to live in a trailer! Even I don't know what that is.

F: You'll get used to it, Daniel.

I literally collided with someone. I dropped my phone, cracking the screen. I cursed, looking up to see who blocked me. The girl from before stood right in front of me, her arms crossed. "What the hell do you want, Fenturd?"

"Fenturd is not my name!" She stomped her foot.

"I don't care."

"My name is Sam Fenton. You, Masters, will listen to what I have to say."

"Lay it on me, then." I crossed my arms.

"I don't like you, you don't like me. You get in my way again, and we will have trouble." Her eyes flashed red.

What the fuck? Did her eyes just flash red?

She coughed a bit, redirecting conversation. "Listen. I don't care if you were Alpha at your old school. Got it?"

I scowled. "I don't care, Fenturd." I pushed past her to my next class.

A blue wisp of air escaped my lips. It was my ghost sense. I looked around, but didn't see anything.

And then the whole school shook with a deafening roar.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled, covering my ears. When I looked up, I saw that Sam was gone. Typical, she probably just ran. I turned around and saw Phantom wrestling with a huge ghost. It was a blue dragon, probably about 50 feet tall and just as wide. It was a ghost dragon. When Father said there were increased activities here, he wasn't kidding. I decided that today was not the day to fight an enraged ghost dragon. I'd just let Phantom handle it. I ran down the hallway, but I heard something zipping towards me, and then I felt myself lifted off my feet.

"I've got you!" Phantom yelled in my ear. She turned us intangible, passing us through a wall. When the smoke cleared, I saw the charred remains of the wall where I was standing a second before.

I smacked her hands off of me. "I didn't need your help!" I hissed.

"Thanks to me, you're not a charred crisp!" She yelled back. "A 'thank you' would be in order!"

I gritted my teeth. "You get no thanks from me."

"Fine!" She flew off through the wall, going back to fighting the ghost.

I stood off to the side, out of danger, and watched her fight. The fight had went into the cafeteria, and tables were being thrown left and right. It was a pretty interesting sight to watch.

I was so drawn into watching the fight that I didn't notice the table being hurled right at me.

"Watch out!" Phantom screamed.

I snapped back to reality just in time. I leapt over the table with perfect aerobatics, changing into my ghost form as I tunneled around the table. I heard Phantom gasp, but I didn't particularly care. This was the second time this ghost had tried to kill me today, and I wasn't going to stand for a third. I gulped in a huge amount of air, and let out a Ghostly Wail. I controlled the Wail, aiming it just for the dragon ghost so I caused less damage. I cut off the wail abruptly when the dragon crashed back down to the ground. I floated back onto the ground, my anger making my eyes burn an intense green.

Phantom flew up to the ghost and sucked it into the thermos. Then she turned to me. "How did you…?"

I waved a hand. "Not the place."

"But-"

"No. My house, 6 o'clock."

She gulped, nodding. I changed back into my human form, straightening my shirt. I dialed Father.

"What now, Daniel?"

"A ghost just attacked the school. Huge dragon ghost. Had an amulet around it's neck."

I heard him sigh. "Are you hurt?"

"No. Phantom saw me change. It was either blow my cover or be crushed by a table."

"A table?"

"Yes." I looked around the destroyed cafeteria. "No one else saw but her."

"Be careful, Daniel. Don't reveal anything to her you're not supposed to!"

"But Father, she's already asking questions. What do I do?"

He made a strangled noise. "Damn it, Daniel! This is why I told you to hide your identity!"

"But Father—"

"Daniel, I'm going to send my driver out to get you. If anyone asks, just tell them that I panicked and pulled you from school for your safety. If this girl learns anything else about you, it can seriously put you in danger."

"You're the one who told me to watch her, Father." I said silently.

He was silent for a moment. "Fine. Tell her what you want. But you better make damned sure she can keep her mouth shut!"

"Yes, Father." I ended the call. The screen was still broken on my phone. I would have to get a new one soon.

Phantom walked over towards me and looked me up and down for a moment. Then, two white rings formed at her waist, turning her back into Sam Fenton. It wasn't too surprising for me to figure out. I had had a hunch since I saw her talking about ghosts in the hallway. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"What language were you speaking on the phone?" She asked. "It certainly wasn't English."

I frowned, and then it dawned on me. Father had told me that we have been speaking ghost speak, and I must be switching back and forth between the languages without even realizing it. "It's ghost speak. My father and I use it to communicate."

"Ghosts have their own language?"

"No shit. This isn't the place to talk about this." I turned, jabbing her in the chest. "My house. 6 P.M. Don't be late." I walked out of the cafeteria without another word. I passed Tucker as he ran to find Sam, and him and my eyes met for a brief second before he continued on, not a word spoken between us. I was sure that Sam would tell Tucker everything, including my dual identity. I walked through the hallway until I went out the front doors. I ran into Mr. Lancer, who was outside. "Mr. Lancer!"

"There you are, Daniel." He smiled.

"My Father is sending a car to pick me up. He's extremely worried, you see. My first day here and there's a ghost attack."

"I understand." He frowned.

I nodded and kept walking to where I saw the car parked in front of the school. I climbed in, not having to word anything to him. I leaned on the windowsill, not paying attention to anything. My mind was on the dragon ghost, trying to figure out a way to defeat her. She was also using brute strength to defeat her targets, but she was slow. When all else failed, she had fire breath. It wouldn't be hard to beat her, but it would take a little bit of smarts.

We pulled up to the house, and I got out of the car slowly. I walked inside, and scribbled a quick note for Sam, leaving it on the table by the door. I made my way to the secret lab. I put in the passcode, descending down the stairs. I changed into my ghost form. I pressed a button on the manual to my left, bringing up a few dummies to practice tactics with.

A few hours later, I heard the door open, and I sensed someone coming down the stairs. I smirked, destroying the targets to ash. I wiped my forehead and turned around. Sam had brought Tucker. Of course she did, I expected nothing less. I had taken off my shirt, leaving my chest exposed. I walked over to where I had water, and took a huge sip.

Holy hell! Why is he so hot?

I smirked. I hadn't told her I could read her thoughts, just that she could read mine. "By the way, my name is Daniel." I held out my hand to Tucker, but he didn't shake it. I was getting used to that sort of thing by now, but it didn't stop me from being polite.

"You were training?" Sam walked over to the pile of ash. She was in her human form.

"Yes. When you don't use your powers, you can get power buildup, which is unstable and dangerous. I had to do this several times a week at home to make sure I was healthy." I smiled. "My Mother hated it. She hated anything ghostly related in the house, even though she was also a half ghost. Never made any sense to me." I took another sip of my drink, and pulled my shirt over my head. It was just a simple black tank top. I never wore it out of the house since it was a training outfit. I was still in my ghostly form, but it was far easier to train in ghost mode.

"So why do you train in ghost form then?" Tucker asked, as if reading my thoughts.

"It's easier. Since you're getting rid of power buildup, it's the perfect way to use my powers. I can use them as a human, but not to this extent."

"You can use powers as a human?" Sam asked. "Every time I tried I always burned my hands."

"It takes concentration, and your human half has to get used to it. How long have you been a ghost anyway? Father mentioned you weren't born one, but he didn't go into detail."

Sam laughed awkwardly. "About four months."

"Long enough time to make a name for yourself." I stated. "Which, by the way, is not a good thing."

"Why not, dude? She's making the world a better place." Tucker stated.

I frowned. "You don't know." I almost laughed. "Oh my god."

"Know what?"

When I didn't answer her, she grabbed me by the shirt. "What don't I know?"

I smirked, taking her hands off me quite easily. "Follow me." I walked up the steps, leaving the two of them to follow me. I walked to the private study, where we had also hidden the ghost portal. I picked up a newspaper, and gave it to Sam for her to read.

SAM PHANTOM; GHOST ENEMY #1

REWARD: $100,000

"Fighting ghosts is a crime in the Ghost World." I stated point blank. "Technically, my helping you at all makes me enemy number two. But everyone respects my family in the ghost zone. I told them to back off for the time being until I figure out what to do with you."

"Back off?!" She threw the newspaper on the floor, getting in my face again. Her eyes flashed red from her anger. "Who died and made you King? I do what I want, when I want!"

I looked her in the eyes. "You touch me like that again and it will be the last thing you do." I replied, my voice cold. "I will destroy you."

She lowered her hands, her eyes going back to their natural purple. "How could I ever think you were going to help me?" she scoffed.

I laughed for a minute or two. When I stopped, my voice was still ice cold. "Without my protection, you'd be dead where you stand."