(Lancer's Class)

"FENTON!"

A certain black-haired boy snatched his head up off his desk as Lancer glared at him. Bleary eyed and trying to stifle a yawn, he focused on the book in front of him. Right, he wanted to know the answer to problem 54.

What was the question again?

He managed to stare stupidly at the teacher and stall for time until the lunch bell rang. Grabbing his bag, he ran to catch up with Sam and Tucker as Lancer yelled something about being prepared for class next time. Once in the hall, he let loose the yawn he'd been holding in for an hour. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Do you could pay a little more attention in class, Danny? I'm tired of having to tell Tucker to take notes for you." Beside her, Tucker frowned.

"Well, maybe you should try taking the notes once in a while."

Danny shoved his bag into his locker and yawned again. "Sorry guys. I was up all night re-catching ghosts. I'm beat."

Sam leaned against the locker. "Re-catching? What happened?"

"Jazz……accidentally let them out of the Fenton Thermos. It wasn't a pretty sight." He slammed the locker door and yawned once more. "I'll be ok; I just need some food or….something."

Tucker nodded. "Can't beat that logic. Come on; its meatloaf day and you know how it is when it's cold." He noticed Sam's glare and chuckled nervously. "Well, you don't know, Sam. You know, the vegetarian thing and all that….."

"Yes, I know Tucker. Let's just get going. Lancer will kill us if we're late after lunch. He said something about a new student coming today." She started off down the hallway. The boys exchanged looks before following.

"Sam, since when do you listen to anything Lancer says in class?"

"Since you started taking naps, Danny."

"Touche."


(At lunch)

"I think Sam's vegetarianism getting to me. My meatloaf's moving." Danny poked the brown mound on his plate apprehensively. Beside him, Tucker was practically inhaling pudding. Sam sighed.

"Some times, I wish there was one girl in this school I could stand…."

Tucker managed to pull off an interested look with a mouthful of vanilla pudding. "Why'd wish that?"

Sam rolled her eyes and went back to her salad as Danny laughed silently. Beside him, Tucker was quickly making the transition from interested to confused. "What? I just wanted to know."

"Forget Tucker. Just eat your pudding." Danny gave the meatloaf one last eyeing before moving on to his tuna sandwich.

Tucker shrugged and finished off his pudding cup. Bored, he began checking his schedule on his PDA to take up the remaining lunch time. The few minutes of silence that followed were interrupted by the sounds of snoring. Sam grumbled in frustration.

"DANNY!"

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam. I really need some sleep." He propped his head up with his hand and poked absentmindedly at the meatloaf again.

"Yeah, well don't sleep in your meatloaf, ok?"

"Fine, I won't. Or, I'll try not to."

"Hey, Danny?"

"What is it Tucker?"

"Are you going to eat that pudding?"


(Back in Lancer's Class)

"All right class, since we're all back from lunch and," he glared at Danny, who was once again propping his head up with his hand and trying not to close his eyes, "Mr. Fenton seems to have recovered from his narcolepsy, I have an announcement to make. As I told you earlier, we have a new student joining us today. She is moving to Amity Park from……" He shuffled through the papers on his desk, obviously looking for the girl's student file.

"Ah, here it is.She's moving here from out of state, and she's been home schooled for a while. She might not be used to large classes, so everybody be friendly to her please?" He motioned to the classroom door, where the student was obviously waiting. After a few moments, the door opened, and a young girl cam in shyly. Once he saw her, Danny sat up a little straighter. She was dress in a black skirt and boots with a shirt that looked similar to his except the colors were reversed. She had dark hair and bright green eyes. She smiled at the entire class as Lancer nodded approvingly.

"Class, this is Miss Hayden Masters."


Author's Note: Anybody that reads my other stuff knows that this is a little off genre for me. But I really like Danny Phantom, so I decided to take a stab at writing one. Yes, this has a MarySue. Don't kill me, and R&R please. It'll be longer in later chapters, I promise.