Mr. Lancers legendary poetry exam was fast approaching and no one was ready. The test was the same one he gave every year and yet no one person has ever aced it. And it's all because of the very last question, an impossibly difficult essay question that was worth half the tests score. Even Jazzmine perfect-grades-Fenton didn't get that answer right, or at least not perfect. Knowing that everyone wanted to find a way to get out of it.
The students asked questions about the test, about the question, try to get any hints at all and he still wouldn't give in.
Then they started asking how they could get out of taking it, but as subtle as they could. What if they are sick that day? What if they had a sports meets? What if there was a family emergency?
Nothing seemed to be the key to get out of the test.
Until someone asked, "What if there's a ghost attack?"
Lancer hesitated. Then he just told them to study harder if they are so worried.
Was that the answer? Was that the only way to cancel the test?
Dash, who was one failed test away from having to be benched for the season needed to avoid this test like the plague. Because there was no way he'd do well.
"We have got to get a ghost in here." Dash turned to his group of friends.
Kwan nodded in agreement "Yeah like one of those dumb weak ones, maybe that one that likes boxes? He could just make the room a mess right?"
"Yeah and then Phantom will come..." Paulina sighed dreamily.
"That's a cool idea, but how are we going to attract a ghost in less than 24 hours?" Star pointed out.
"Maybe Fenton and his nerd friends know?" Dash suggested. "They do see the most ghosts."
The A-listers agreed and they agreed to ask them after class.
"Hey Fen-tiny, you got anything that could attract a ghost?"
"No, I'm usually trying to get away from them."
"Why would you want to?" the goth asked arms crossed.
"Wait aren't you like a witch or whatever? Do you have like a spell or something we could power?"
"There are so many things wrong with that I don't even know where to start."
"How about that part where you're not a witch?" Tucker suggested with a grin of disbelief.
"Yeah, I'm just goth."
"Yeah whatever, same thing." Paulina waved off dismissively, "Do you have anything or not?"
"No, we don't have anything and you still haven't said why in the world you want to summon a ghost."
"To get out the test tomorrow. But if you want to fail it I guess we'll find our own way."
The A-listers wandered off and could be heard discussing where to buy ouija boards and Paulina offering to bring her Marigold perfume in, but after that, the conversation was lost in the dim of the hall noise.
The next day Star came to school carrying a very old and very large book. Which wasn't the only odd thing seeing as it was weird to even see her carrying anything that heavy, let alone a book?
The popular kinds meet in the back of Mr. lancers room before class started, Dash setting up the Ouija board while Paulina overly spritzes herself and with her perfume as Star quietly explained a page in her mysterious book.
"You really think that will work?"
"For how much I paid it better work."
Danny and his friends were the last group of students to come in.
"Geez, what is that smell?" Sam wrinkled her nose in disgust "Can we crack a window, Mr. Lancer?"
"You don't like it?" Danny asked, "I think it smells really nice" he added distractedly.
"Yeah, I'm gonna open the window." Sam decided after sharing a knowing look with Tucker.
Mr. Lancer sighed but allowed it. He knew his test was hard, but how some of these students were handling it was new.
It was several minutes into the test when Danny dropped his pencil. He hoped no one noticed that it had phased through his hand. Luckily it hadn't fallen on the floor so he figured it would be pretty easy to retrieve it.
That is until he still couldn't touch it, his fingers phased through the pencil and the desk. "What?" he muttered to himself not sure why his powers were acting up. He thought he had them under control now.
He could hear some of his classmates muttering under their breath, he really hoped it was about the test.
He focused on making his hand tangible but felt his ghostly energy shift to his eyes instead. "No stop," he begged quietly putting his head in his hands to hide the glow. Why was this happening now?
His classmate's voices were getting slightly louder, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. It didn't even sound like English. But what else would it be?
He felt a sudden and drastic tug in his gut that pushed him out of his chair and into the wall behind him. No that wasn't right, the floor was much farther away. Was he on the ceiling?
"Um… Mr. Lancer?"
"Mr. Fenton, need I remind you that this is a major exam and you may not be excused until you are finished," he answered not bothering to look up from his magazine.
"Yeah I know, but-"
"What could possibly be so important that you-" Lancer finally looked up. "Oh, Amityville Horror, what is going on?"
"Honestly I have no idea." Danny was surprisingly very calm, given the situation.
"Should I call your parents?" Lancer asked unable to look away.
"No, no it's fine." Danny then started to push himself across the ceiling towards the door, "I'll just see myself out."
Everyone starred as he crawled down the wall to reach the doorknob and somehow was able to open the door upside down and get out.
There was a large thud as he exited the room and was out of few for most of the room. He popped his head back in, this time right-side up. "Good news, I'm off the ceiling!"
"Danny your eyes are still glowing." Tucker pointed out.
"Dang it," Danny looked back to Lancer, his eyes a bright green as opposed to his usual baby blues. "Can I make up the test later?"
"Don't worry about it…" Lancer shook his head slowly, "You clearly have more important things to worry about."
"Oh! Ok? Cool." and with that Danny left.
"See that proves that he's Phantom, right?" Wes asked gesturing to the now empty doorway.
"No, he's just a little possessed or something?" Paulina rolled her eyes clearly not the only one feed up with Wes's crazy theories.
"Oh come on! That was not a normal reaction!"
"That's just 'cause he's weird, not 'cause he's dead," Dash answered.
Wes pressed into his temples and looked like he was trying to repress screaming, "How are you people so dense."
No one noticed when Sam or Tucker left the room to check on Danny, but at this point, it didn't matter.
