I just realized that I put "I don't own Danny Phantom" in the summary so now I don't have to put that at the beginning of every chapter. To the story!

Previously…

I sent a death glare towards her and continued. "Rule one: You have to respond to every ghost attack. Rule two: All three of you have to go to every ghost attack. You won't get the true experience if you take shifts. Rule three: No outside help. Get it?"…

She shrunk back at my sudden mood swing. But I once again regained that eerie calmness. "So," my bright green eyes glared at each of them, "do we have a deal?"

"Deal," Sam said confidently, obviously wanting to prove me wrong.

"Wait…" proclaimed Jazz, "how can we fight all of these ghosts without ghost powers?"

"You have the Fenton gadgets and there are three of you. Any other excuses?"

"Deal!" smiled Tucker.

All eyes turned to Jazz. Sam's violet eyes urged her on, Tucker's welled with anticipation, and mine gleamed through a knowing smirk. She let out a deep sigh, "Deal."

"Well," I clapped my hands gleefully, "looks like my vacation time has just started. See you in three days…maybe."

They probably thought I had flown off to some random island, but there was no way I was missing out on this show. Tahiti can wait, I want to see revenge! Education! I screamed to myself, I'm only doing this so they can understand how difficult my life is. But I knew I was lying.

Day: 1

I flew past my own missing person flyer until I came home. "Mom! Dad!" I screeched.

Three people soared down the stairs, the two older ones crushing me in a bear hug. "Danny," Jazz said, confused by why I would suddenly reappear, "What brings you back home?"

Deep bags hung under her eyes and her movements were slow, exhausted, and not-very well hidden. I could see she was trying to stand up straighter to prove to me that she was perfectly ok, but I knew better. Her movements mirrored my first-month of ghost -hunting. It was the composure that I had so perfectly learned to conceal. She wasn't fooling me. "I can't miss these next couple of days," I sighed.

Jazz sent me a death-glare, but my parent's features were coated in confusion. "I have a test."

They bought the poor excuse, and Mom rushed to the kitchen to make me breakfast, the whole time questioning as to why I ran away. I effortlessly spewed out excuses that had come so easy to me in this past year. As I walked down the stairs after getting ready I heard my mom shout, "Jazz! Why don't you give your brother a ride to school?

I saw her tense up and grip her keys bitterly. "That's ok," I smiled, "I feel really stiff from sleeping on the ground last night. I'd rather walk."

"Oh, okay," my mom stuttered back, "Just be careful."

"Always," I beamed.

I happily sat down in my seat a minute before the bell rang. Only two seats were empty. Mr. Lancer quickly took attendance, only pausing to make three marks. At the end I raised my hand. "Mr. Lancer, you skipped me," I said.

"You're back… and early," he stuttered, before going back to the roster and erasing the mark that he had habitually put down next to my name.

"Was I really late that often," I thought.

Twenty minutes later, Sam dashed through the door. Tucker came in a few steps behind, half-hiding a limp. "I'm sorry we were… you know… alarm clock… doctor's visit… Danny what are you doing here?!" proclaimed Tucker.

"Well, as I was trudging my way through a nearby city, there was this freak ghost attack and as I ran for my life, I realized how much safer I was here. With the multiple ghost hunters and, of course, Danny Phantom," the lie flowed easily from my mouth, completely opposite from Tucker's meager reason.

Sam stared at me in shock, confused by how easily I had made up an excuse. I could read her expression easily, "How many times had I lied like that?" I knew she thought.

I gave her a smirk and returned my eyes to the board.

About eight minutes before the bell rang my ghost sense went off and my super hearing caught the sound of two alarms coming from Sam and Tucker. I resisted the urge to jump out of my seat and instead whispered in Sam's ear, "You have to go."

"Class is over in eight minutes. It can wait," she sneered back.

"A strong ghost can take down an entire building in just five minutes. Good luck."

She sighed and raised her hand. "Mr. Lancer, may I use the restroom?" she asked.

"Class gets out in eight minutes."

"But I don't feel too well."

"Fine," he looked and saw Tucker raising his hand too, "And I suppose you would like to skip the end of class as well?"

"May I get a drink of water?"

"Why not," he sighed and sarcastically added, "it's not like you're going to miss anything on Friday's quiz.'

Tucker groaned and got up, but not before I could say, "Don't forget Jazz."

By the time lunch came by I felt guilty. I saw them all wince with pain as they sat down. I had to help, offer a bit of advice. I mean I had gained a bit of experience as time went on, it would only be fair. "Hey guys," I said as I sat down next to them.

They all shot death-glares at me. "You know this will all be over if you just apologize," I sighed.

"And why would we do that," sneered Sam, "by the looks of it we're doing a better job than you ever did. I haven't seen a single ghost attack the school today."

"Ok, well, just so you know, some ghosts don't have to be defeated through violence. Weaker ghosts can get caught in the thermos without any-"

"And why do you think we need any advice." asked Jazz.

"I was just trying to help!"

"Well, for your information, I think-" three alarms and an icy breath interrupted her.

Screaming teens locked themselves in the cafeteria, leaving our broken team the only ones left outside. "Beware! For I am the Box Ghost! Ghost of all things cardboard and-"

"Take that you blue freak!" shouted Jazz as she fired a net at him.

"And that!" followed Tucker as a laser shot towards the specter.

"Taste wrist-ray you ectoplasmic slime!" screeched Sam.

"Stop!" I screamed, "What was I just telling you? This stuff hurts, and should only be used in cases of havoc. This was all it would've taken."

I walked over to my backpack, grabbed my Fenton Thermos, and easily caught the ghost. "You can't just go full out war with a ghost like that. Don't you wonder how that feels?"

"Ghosts don't feel, Danny," Tucker sneered.

"Really, cause I sure do feel bad for him."

I tossed Jazz the thermos, "Make sure to put him back in the portal, and be careful."

I walked away, shaking my head.

The rest of the school day passed by without any more ghost attacks, and when I got home I made sure that Jazz got the Box Ghost back into the portal, and as I crawled into bed that night I couldn't help thinking, "Maybe these days won't be as easy for me as I thought they would be."

End Day 1