Full Summary: A new girl at school makes both Sam and Danny worry. Tuck assures them that she needs friends, but they doubt they should hang around her anymore. They soon discover she holds a terrible secret, a horrible destiny, and leads an awful life of lies, mistrust, hate and shame. Will the ghost boy be able to handle his greatest challenge yet? Will Sam be able to face the consequences?

Chapter One: Noob

Casper High students fumbled up the stairs before the late bell rang, each with a different destination in mind. Danny Fenton was amongst them, running past the well-built senior guys and giggling junior girls. Late staff members yelled at them, told them to hurry up, and asked them if they planned to do the same thing every day of this year. Everyone either nodded or smiled.

"Ten seconds…" Danny muttered to himself, looking at his watch. He turned the corner of the hallway sharply and ran to his seat. Safe.

As soon as both of his friends glanced at him, they knew what was wrong. Danny's eyes seemed baggy and dark. He had been up all night, again. Without their help, again, insisting he could do it on his own.

"You know you're killing yourself this way," Sam pointed out, obviously worried. "Why don't you just take a break or something? Just for one night?"

"She's got a point, you know," Tucker chimed in. "You're starting to look like most of the ghosts you hunt."

Danny didn't have time to reply. He sat quietly, looking at his watch. One second left. Mr. Lancer came running through the door.

He cleared his throat and wiped his forehead, placing his suitcase on his desk and opening it. "Eh hem…"

Ripples of gossip fluttered through the class. Seeing Mr. Lancer in his only-awake-on-coffee days excited them. Maybe he'd forget they had a test today…

"Take out your pencils," Lancer stated. He cleared his throat again. "For your test…"

Groans and shuffles of backpacks erupted, as did the common question, "anyone got a pencil I can borrow?"

Mr. Lancer stiffened his tie just as the door began to knock. He moved hastily towards it and opened it.

The students watched the back of his bald head and poorly constructed body. They saw nothing, no one. All they could make out was the conversation.

"Oh! Mrs. Scylla, of course…yes, I'm terribly sorry I forgot to, busy morning…No, I'm still open…yes, right now would be fine…No, we're not in the middle of anything…yes, alright, thanks.

Mr. Lancer walked back into the classroom, and behind him walked a thin, pale girl, holding an arrangement of books to her chest.

He cleared his throat yet a third time and announced, "Class, we have a new student today…um…"

"Lynn," the girl whispered.

"Yes Lynn…" Lancer picked up his seating chart and scoped the classroom. "Lynn…Lynn…you can sit there, right there." He pointed to the back of the room, the only empty desk.

She nodded and made her way over without a sound.

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Wanna go to the arcade today? It's Friday! We have to beat our high score.

Tucker folded the note and threw it at Danny's desk, a perfect landing.

Can't, take Sam with you, she could probably beat our high score alone, with that whole Chaos thing…

Danny saw Tucker's face wrinkle in disagreement. His pencil moved quickly.

I'll see what I can do…Hey, what did you get for number 7?

The note landed on the floor by the new girl's desk. Instinctively, she picked it up and held it near her face. Yours? Her arched eyebrows asked.

Danny nodded, holding out his hand. But instead of giving it back, she opened it and read. She began to write. When she was finished, she gave the note back to Danny. Tucker looked at him, but all Danny had to offer was sudden confusion.

Number 7 is (A) True, because light waves travel faster than sound waves do because of the type of waves. You should practice aiming better. That throw was awful.

Danny winced. The note wasn't supposed to go to her, and Tucker had thrown it. He looked back at her, taking notice. Why was her hair so white? He couldn't see her eyes. If descriptions were going the way they were now, they would probably be white also. He wrote.

Sorry, it wasn't supposed to go that far…and my friend wanted to know the answer for number 7…

He wanted to stop there. Should he? Lancer was busy writing something and this girl looked smart. He added:

But since you're open for questioning, what did you get for 13 and 5? And 9…and 2…?

Lynn answered all of Danny's questions. The only thing that didn't jump from her test to Danny's and Tucker's was their names.

When Danny finally finished, he stood up and strolled near Sam's desk. She looked up at him, worried. "I saw you cheating," she whispered just barely. "Lancer's gonna find out, you know."

Dannylooked around. Nothing. He looked to his test. Perfect paper, here I come…

He turned it into Lancer, smiling.

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