Yay! Finally got time to write another chapter! I hate taking summer classes. They're so time consuming and require me to think. They SOUND like a good idea when I sign up for them....
"Man, this year's gonna be tougher than I thought," Tucker shuffled to the closest free table and set down his tray.
"I dunno," Sam joined him. "My Japanese class might turn out better than I thought. And I looked through our lit book; it's got a lot of stuff we've already read. Didn't that Miss Hargrove seem really laid back, Tucker?" Danny added his thoughts while Sam squirted an organic ketchup packet onto her ultra-recyclable veggie burger.
"That Melissa girl is in all of my classes so far, except biology. She's even a student tutor for geometry. And when I got every question wrong, she came up to me and said," Danny mocked a high-pitched feminine voice, which sounded pretty good, "'Don't worry, Danny, I'll have you turned into a model student by the end of the year, and pull you out of that outcast gutter Jazz told me you were in.' Like I'm some kind of community service project. She reminds me annoyingly of Jazz." He threw his tray down and plopped down on the bench.
"Wow, I didn't get that vibe from her in my class. Or when I talked to her at the wedding. I thought she was nice and not stuck-up. But, looks can be deceiving. I mean, she's sitting at the popular table already. Look," Sam pointed to the other side of the cafeteria where Mel was sitting with Jazz, surrounded by football players and preps.
"Yeah," Tucker drawled. "Hey, Danny. I wonder if your sister will introduce me." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The other two stared at him. "What? She's cute. And if she were MY private tutor, I'd be the best and most popular kid in school!" Danny shook his head, and a fine stream of blue mist escaped his mouth.
"Uh, oh. Not already. Guys, we've got ghost."
"So, Mel, you like the strong, tall, athletic, popular type?" Dash flexed his muscles and raised his eyebrows. Mel looked slightly nautious. Jazz pushed him away.
"Uh, Dash, right?" Mel put on a false smile as he leaned in close at the sound of his name. "I'm new, and there's a lot of people I don't know yet. I just want some time to--" A sudden chill came over her and a funny feeling crawled over her skin. "To, um, to..." She glanced around her in all directions. "To go to the bathroom! Be back!" She jumped up and ran towards the doors and into the hallway. The popular kids looked dumbly at each other.
"Uh, okay?" Dash stammered.
Mel peered down the hallway in each direction to make sure noone was coming. "There's a ghost in this school, and I'm gonna find it." She threw her hands into the air above her, and two disks of light appeared around her middle, turning her into a ghost.
Danny peered around the corner to make sure noone would see him, then turned to his two friends. "You guys keep a lookout for anyone. I'm going ghost!" Danny threw his hands into the air as two familiar rings of light swept over his body, revealing Danny Phantom. He hovered in mid-air, trying to sense where the ghost was. In a classroom down the hall, the ghost of a janitor was flung out the door. He was about to demand what the janitor was doing, but then another ghost appeared.
It was a girl, no older that Danny himself. She was wearing white pants and a white shirt. She had on black boots, and a black headband to keep back her straight white hair. The odd thing about her was her skin. It wasn't green like all the other ghosts Danny had encountered. In fact, it was flesh colored, like his own. She didn't seem to notice him, though; the ghost girl's attention was solely on the janitor ghost.
"I said, answer me! What did you think you were doing in the lab mixing up chemicals? What, were you trying to blow up the school? Do you know how many people you could have hurt?!" Her hands were balled into fists by her side and her angry eyes glowed a vibrant green. The janitor grabbed his mop and flung it at the girl, who, quickly noticing Danny, moved him in front of her as a shield. Not realizing what was happening, the mop hit Danny square in the face, with all of its disgusting wetness. The janitor took this opportunity to fly back into the room and break one of the beakers containing a highly toxic chemical. As the liquid mixed with some of the others that had already been spilt, lethal fumes began to rise into the air.
The janitor cackled. "Now you will all pay for the way you treated me when I worked here! I cleaned up your spilled food, overflowed toilets, stink bombs, and messy stomach contents! Who thanked me? Noone did! Noone appreciated my deeds, and now, you'll all wish I were here to clean this deadly mess up! Ha ha haha!" Back outside, Danny was spitting out the various nasties that one might find in a used high school mop.
"You know, if you're going to get in my way, you might as well be useful," the mysterious ghost girl said. "You take care of those chemicals while I take out Mr. Ugly." Danny looked at the mop as the girl charged after the cackling ghost janitor.
"And I thought I was supposed to be the hero." But he knew he couldn't let the fumes make their way throughout the school, so he disappeared into the closet and reappeared with a bag of kitty litter (to clean up the mess). Meanwhile, the girl had really messed up the janitor with carefully aimed ectoplasmic blasts. The janitor hung limply in in the grasp of the girl, defeated.
"What to do with you? You're not worth draining your energy, but I can't let you go, either." Danny grabbed the Fenton Thermos from where it hung on his shoulder.
"I can handle that," he said, and took off the lid as bluish-white ectoplasm grabbed the janitor and sucked him in. The ghost girl turned to face him.
"And you," she began. "Aren't you a little amateur to be dealing with ghosts?" She crossed her arms and floated in mid-air, waiting for an answer. "I mean, you're obviously new at this. You just stood there, like an idiot. You could have gotten hurt."
Hey! I've been doing this for almost six...months. Don't tell me I don't know what I'm doing!" He puffed out his chest. "Who are you, anyway? I've never seen you before. And how do you know what I am?" The girl laughed.
"You think halfa's can't tell each other apart from ghosts? You are new at this. I've had these powers since I was born, so I CAN tell you that you don't know what you're doing. And you don't need to know me. Like I don't want to know you. Next time, just leave the ghosts to me. Come back when you can fight...and not rely on that technology you've got." She pointed to his thermos, then phased out, leaving Danny hovering over a pile of kitty litter.
Sam and Tucker ran into the room as Danny turned back into a human. "Tucker, you're right. This is going to be a very bad year."
"Man, this year's gonna be tougher than I thought," Tucker shuffled to the closest free table and set down his tray.
"I dunno," Sam joined him. "My Japanese class might turn out better than I thought. And I looked through our lit book; it's got a lot of stuff we've already read. Didn't that Miss Hargrove seem really laid back, Tucker?" Danny added his thoughts while Sam squirted an organic ketchup packet onto her ultra-recyclable veggie burger.
"That Melissa girl is in all of my classes so far, except biology. She's even a student tutor for geometry. And when I got every question wrong, she came up to me and said," Danny mocked a high-pitched feminine voice, which sounded pretty good, "'Don't worry, Danny, I'll have you turned into a model student by the end of the year, and pull you out of that outcast gutter Jazz told me you were in.' Like I'm some kind of community service project. She reminds me annoyingly of Jazz." He threw his tray down and plopped down on the bench.
"Wow, I didn't get that vibe from her in my class. Or when I talked to her at the wedding. I thought she was nice and not stuck-up. But, looks can be deceiving. I mean, she's sitting at the popular table already. Look," Sam pointed to the other side of the cafeteria where Mel was sitting with Jazz, surrounded by football players and preps.
"Yeah," Tucker drawled. "Hey, Danny. I wonder if your sister will introduce me." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The other two stared at him. "What? She's cute. And if she were MY private tutor, I'd be the best and most popular kid in school!" Danny shook his head, and a fine stream of blue mist escaped his mouth.
"Uh, oh. Not already. Guys, we've got ghost."
"So, Mel, you like the strong, tall, athletic, popular type?" Dash flexed his muscles and raised his eyebrows. Mel looked slightly nautious. Jazz pushed him away.
"Uh, Dash, right?" Mel put on a false smile as he leaned in close at the sound of his name. "I'm new, and there's a lot of people I don't know yet. I just want some time to--" A sudden chill came over her and a funny feeling crawled over her skin. "To, um, to..." She glanced around her in all directions. "To go to the bathroom! Be back!" She jumped up and ran towards the doors and into the hallway. The popular kids looked dumbly at each other.
"Uh, okay?" Dash stammered.
Mel peered down the hallway in each direction to make sure noone was coming. "There's a ghost in this school, and I'm gonna find it." She threw her hands into the air above her, and two disks of light appeared around her middle, turning her into a ghost.
Danny peered around the corner to make sure noone would see him, then turned to his two friends. "You guys keep a lookout for anyone. I'm going ghost!" Danny threw his hands into the air as two familiar rings of light swept over his body, revealing Danny Phantom. He hovered in mid-air, trying to sense where the ghost was. In a classroom down the hall, the ghost of a janitor was flung out the door. He was about to demand what the janitor was doing, but then another ghost appeared.
It was a girl, no older that Danny himself. She was wearing white pants and a white shirt. She had on black boots, and a black headband to keep back her straight white hair. The odd thing about her was her skin. It wasn't green like all the other ghosts Danny had encountered. In fact, it was flesh colored, like his own. She didn't seem to notice him, though; the ghost girl's attention was solely on the janitor ghost.
"I said, answer me! What did you think you were doing in the lab mixing up chemicals? What, were you trying to blow up the school? Do you know how many people you could have hurt?!" Her hands were balled into fists by her side and her angry eyes glowed a vibrant green. The janitor grabbed his mop and flung it at the girl, who, quickly noticing Danny, moved him in front of her as a shield. Not realizing what was happening, the mop hit Danny square in the face, with all of its disgusting wetness. The janitor took this opportunity to fly back into the room and break one of the beakers containing a highly toxic chemical. As the liquid mixed with some of the others that had already been spilt, lethal fumes began to rise into the air.
The janitor cackled. "Now you will all pay for the way you treated me when I worked here! I cleaned up your spilled food, overflowed toilets, stink bombs, and messy stomach contents! Who thanked me? Noone did! Noone appreciated my deeds, and now, you'll all wish I were here to clean this deadly mess up! Ha ha haha!" Back outside, Danny was spitting out the various nasties that one might find in a used high school mop.
"You know, if you're going to get in my way, you might as well be useful," the mysterious ghost girl said. "You take care of those chemicals while I take out Mr. Ugly." Danny looked at the mop as the girl charged after the cackling ghost janitor.
"And I thought I was supposed to be the hero." But he knew he couldn't let the fumes make their way throughout the school, so he disappeared into the closet and reappeared with a bag of kitty litter (to clean up the mess). Meanwhile, the girl had really messed up the janitor with carefully aimed ectoplasmic blasts. The janitor hung limply in in the grasp of the girl, defeated.
"What to do with you? You're not worth draining your energy, but I can't let you go, either." Danny grabbed the Fenton Thermos from where it hung on his shoulder.
"I can handle that," he said, and took off the lid as bluish-white ectoplasm grabbed the janitor and sucked him in. The ghost girl turned to face him.
"And you," she began. "Aren't you a little amateur to be dealing with ghosts?" She crossed her arms and floated in mid-air, waiting for an answer. "I mean, you're obviously new at this. You just stood there, like an idiot. You could have gotten hurt."
Hey! I've been doing this for almost six...months. Don't tell me I don't know what I'm doing!" He puffed out his chest. "Who are you, anyway? I've never seen you before. And how do you know what I am?" The girl laughed.
"You think halfa's can't tell each other apart from ghosts? You are new at this. I've had these powers since I was born, so I CAN tell you that you don't know what you're doing. And you don't need to know me. Like I don't want to know you. Next time, just leave the ghosts to me. Come back when you can fight...and not rely on that technology you've got." She pointed to his thermos, then phased out, leaving Danny hovering over a pile of kitty litter.
Sam and Tucker ran into the room as Danny turned back into a human. "Tucker, you're right. This is going to be a very bad year."