Greetings, it is I, Arcel-Windwing, or previously known as XTempest888X. First off, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, I'm so so sorry that I haven't updated in so long, between work, school, and the love of my life, I really haven't found time to, but now I am trying to once again. Oh, and you'll probaly notice, I am doing it in a netural POV this time.

Note: this is not Chapter 9, its just a preveiw, something to make up for me not updating in so long, this is part one, I will continue it when I can. Oh, and please don't flame about bad spelling and grammer mistakes, this preview hasn't been through my beta reader yet. Now then, on to the formalities.

"talking"
'thinking'
'little voice in there heads'
reading

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Danny Phantom... yet.

Chapter 9: Orientation

(No-Ones POV)

beep beep beep the alarm goes off.

He moans, 'Its deffinately to early to get up.' He thinks to himself, he trys to swat the alarm clocks snooze button, and misses. Growling in frustraition, he trys again, but before he reaches it, it stops.

"Huh?" He says tiredly. He cracks an eye open, the sight instantly makes him jump back in fright, "TECHNUS!", he falls out of the bed and instantly gets up and into fighting position.

But the person standing in front of him now was not Technus, it was a man with shoulder length black hair, dark glasses, wearing a brown trench coat and cape, his hand on the off button for Danny's alarm clock.

"Good morning Mr. Fenton, have bad dream I am guessing." The man say's in a high, nassaly voice, one that Danny was pretty sure he had heard before.

Danny blinks, then turns red from embarrisment. "Oh... Ya... that must have been it." Danny say's nervously, then thinks to himself, 'But I could have sworn that he was Technus.'

'That's rediculous, you just woke up, it's easy to make a mistake when you first wake up' Danny's voice-of-reason commented.

'Ya, I suppose that makes sence, but still...' Danny replied to the voice.

Danny then looks at the man and asks suspiciously "Who exactaly are you and what are you doing in my room?"

The man blinks, from what Danny could tell due to his glasses, then he chuckles a bit. "How rude of me, I forgot to introduce my self." The man says in his high, nassely voice, he takes a dramatic bow and continues, "I am Proffesor Nicholas Tesla, I am the Tech-Blade dorms head counciler and home room teacher."

Danny blinks a few times, partialy struggling to contain a laugh because of the mans formality, he is able to choke out, "Oh, Sorry, Proffesor Tesla, I really didn't mean to act like that."

Prof. Tesla looks at him strange, then smiles, chuckling a bit, "Ya, I guess that was a bit formal of me." He says, having noticed Danny's attempts to stifle his laughter.

"Ya, it was. But why exactaly are you here?" Danny askes, finaly able to extinguish his laughter, looking at Tesla curiously.

Prof. Tesla smiles more, then says in a knowing way, "Your late for Orientation."

Danny's eyes widen, he quickly jumps over his bed, grabs his bag of cloths, and dissapears into the closet (for your information, they have a walk in closet). Tesla blinks, still looking at where he was, Danny having moved so fast that he wasn't expecting it, he hears the closet door close and turns to it, he smiles, laughing a little, "I will wait for you outside the room, Mr. Phantom." He goes to the door, the sound in the closet stops.

"Did you just call me Phantom?" Danny askes through the door.

Tesla smiles knowingly, "Of course not, Mr. Fenton, you must have miss heard me."

"Oh... alright then." Danny says, the sounds of him hurridly changing coming through the door. Tesla smiles, stepping out of the room, pulling out a small blue circle from his coat as he does.

(Meanwhile...)

Sam is sitting on her bed, dressed, having gotten up early to get ready before the sun rose, being naturaly a night person. Emma having gotten up just a few moments earlier and heading off to shower.

In Sams lap is a book of old photos, she is smiling as she remembers all the good times she had back in Amity Park. She turns the page and stops, eyes wide as she looks at the large picture on the page, of her, and Danny. She smiles widley, remembering all the good times they had togeather. Going to school, doing homework, fighting ghosts, growing, learning, and her personal favorite memories of him, the two Fake-Out-Make-Out Sessions. 'Too bad we didn't have any without the Fake-Out part' she thinks to herself, instantly blushing once she had realized her thought.

"Wow, I haven't seen you that red sence... ever acctualy." A cheery, know-it-all voice said. Sam jumps a little, surprised that someone else was there, she looks up, and sees a tall feminate figure in the door way, long red hair falling from her head. Sams eyes widen.

"Jazz? No way!" Sam says, she jumps up, runs over and hugs her. "Its been so long sence the last time I saw you, hows Danny doing?"

Jazz blinks, then laughs a little, she answers, "Hes doing fine at Phantom University, I don't get to talk to him much, and its good to see you to Sam." She returns the hug, once the break apart, Sam is once again red.

"Sorry, I guess I was just a little over exicited." Sam says, then she realizes something and continues, "What are you doing here Jazz?"

Jazz smiles knowingly, "I was assigned as your mentor, which means, it is my job to come get you for Orientation, wich starts in about... 5 minutes." Jazz answers.

Sam nods, "Alright, lead the way." She says, going to the door and waiting for Jazz.

"Acctualy.." Jazz starts rubbing the back of her head with her hand, laughing nervously, "I have some work to do, I am a teachers aid in a class starting..." she looks at her wrist watch, her eye's bug out, "NOW!" She runs past Sam and into the hall, stopping for a second. "Go see the buildings home room teacher, Mrs. Spencer, top floor, the room with the large fancy S on it. Gotta go, bye!" Runs off, dissapering down the stair well at the end of the hall.

Sam blinks as she watchs the stair well door close, she gets a suspicious look on her face. 'That was queit... unusual, Jazz is usualy so on it, I don't think I ever her saw her be late when we where younger' She thinks to herself.

'Well, alot can change in 6 years, I mean, it has been about that long sence you last saw her' The voice in Sams head comments.

'... well, good point... I guess...' Sam thinks, deafetedly.

Well, I know its not that long, but its what I have so far. Its not even edited yet, when I finish and my beta reader looks at it, then I will just post over this one with the new one, alright, good.

Please read and review, if you still read this that is, and once again, sorry for not updating in so long.

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