Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you're all thinking. "Why didn't you update sooner!" Because I suck, that's why. Feel free to pummel me on the head with rubber chickens.

Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom, we'd be at season three, already. --

Reviews:

shepyt: Thanks. It's not like I wasn't gonna tell you what happened. Then why would I be writing?

Eternity's Shadow: I know! I've been fighting off singing munchkins from Oz since I killed her off. Geez, could the PLEASE shut up!

Tucker's Mayflower: MAY!hugglesWuzzup, FLS? Ok, I've updated. Now you must! UPDATE ALL OF YOUR FICS! MWAHAHAHAHA! You nag it to the left, you nag it to the right, you nag it all day, and you nag it all night! WHEEEEEEEEE! I sure hope Kelsey comes on here, sometime soon! Kels, if you're reading, GET A NAME ON HERE!

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Risen From the Ashes

Monday Mourning

Casper high was a gray, depressing wasteland of teenage boys and popular kids. HAHA! SCREW THEM! I mean, uh…That never happened. The only happy people were the unpopular girls, who were all acting like those annoyingly happy munchkins from "The Wizard of Oz" (Which I do no own, of course. Though I wish I owned "Wicked", the Broadway prequel to "The Wizard of Oz."), and the teachers were just as disgruntled as ever.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were standing by their lockers. Tucker was dressed in all black, Sam was a real goth bird of happiness, this time, and Danny, well, was Danny.

"I'm gonna miss Paulina so much! I remember the first time she ever turned me down…" sighed Tucker, who spaced out for a minute.

"I just don't understand why you two loved her so much," Sam scoffed.

"Now that I think about it, I never really loved her. It was just lust," With that said, Danny pulled his books out of his locker.

"No way. Danny! You never really loved her! SAM'S GOTTEN TO YOUR MIND! DANNY! NO! COME BACK! SPEAK TO ME, MAN!" Tucker started babbling like an idiot. This drew the attention of everyone. "Um…please, go about your business. Ignore me."

"Welcome to the dark side, my friend," Sam said with a smirk.

"If you mean I'm going goth, then no," Danny replied cautiously.

"What? Suddenly 'dark' implies that someone is a goth? Just look at the author! She's totally into dark things, and she's no goth!" stated Sam. And, yes, it's true, I'm really into creepy things. Like ghosts! Speaking of ghosts, right that second, Danny's ghost sense went of, and black smoke swirled infront of him.

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