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Well now that that's done and over with you may continue with chapter 7 of I Hate Mondays! Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

"What are we going to do now?"

It sounded slightly desperate, confused, and an underlying tone of innocence that had long been wiped out of their lives. When Danny heard this question, he could see all the people and ghosts he had sworn to protect, the very thing his life (or half life really) was made to do. He was a leader and they all looked up to him, respected him in one form or another; but it didn't matter if he was Fenton or Phantom, Danny was Danny and nothing could change that. So when he heard those words, something inside him came free. He knew what it was, it was his instinct to protect, his need to make sure everyone was safe. An idea came into his head and he knew what he had to do. He didn't necessarily like it, it was risky, but it was the best plan he had.

Danny stood up, a look of pure determination on his face. He stood up straight, a king like pose that radiated just the right amount of confidence and power. The ache in his muscles was long gone now, the bruises from the crash no longer fazing him. He did a quick look in every direction, noting the different doors he could see and the way the path twisted and anything else he could set his eyes on. He noted the direction of the flowing ectoplasm and the emotions he could feel in the air. Less than a minute later he beckoned his friends up with a movement of his hand. They stood, forming a closed circle, and Danny began to layout his plan.

"Are you crazy?!" Sam half-whispered. Worry was present on the goth girl's face.

Danny sighed. "I know it is, but if we stay here, some ghost is going to notice us. We might be safe for the most part but if they're not as benevolent or someone provokes them we're all doomed."

Sam contemplated this and nodded, she knew Danny was right. But still, leading the a group of people that consist of a class full of A-listers that bully them for no reason besides their own joy and the nerds who didn't seem to give a shit, a teacher who despite somehow moving up a grade level with their class seemed somewhat indifferent about the four, and Maddie and Jack who...they didn't like to talk about it, out of the Ghost Zone? Sam could easily think of twenty reasons why this was a bad idea and thirty about how it could all go downhill. But as he said, it was the best plan there was. She sometimes hated when Danny was right.

Dash was bored...again. He was still nervous and scared but he would never admit it, his pride wouldn't allow it. He was looking around where the class was sitting for the moment while the Fentons tried to figure out where to go. His bored eyes scanned the group and the zone around them. there wasn't much he could see, just a swirling green abyss with a bunch of purple doors. Was that it? And why were there random fucking doors just floating around the place? And how was the rock they were on not plummeting them to their doom? Would they come back as ghosts if they died in here? Now that was a good question.

He was just about to talk to Kwan when something moved about twenty-ish feet away. It appeared to be a person...yep it was definitely a person. But who? Everyone else had been accounted for, well, except for Fentonail, but no one seemed to care and Danny's parents didn't notice he was gone. For some odd reason there was this weird feeling in his chest when they did see their son was missing. Sadness? But there was no way Dash would be sad because of that, must be the Ghost Zone or something like that. Science stuff.

Dash saw the person stand up and saw that it was in fact Danny, his weirdo friends were there with him. But when Dash saw Danny stand up, a cold chill ran through his spine. There was a...look...on Danny's face. And the way he stood, it made him look like a conditioned warrior, like he would see in the movies, yet with Danny it was more, something he couldn't put his finger on. It was strange seeing this from Fenton; in fact, it looked more like what Phantom would look like, confident, unyielding posture. Dash hoped his hero would come help them soon, Paulina's consecutive rambling was becoming annoying. But back to Danny.

Dash saw Danny's eyes, calm yet determined, do a quick sweep of the landscape, if one could call it a landscape. Without looking back, his hand moved slightly by his side and his friends stood around him. Dash would of listened in but he was too far away anyways. They had formed a circle, with Danny speaking. When he stopped about a minute or two later Sam said something. Her eyes were wide and she looked as if she was whispering furiously. Danny said something else making Sam calm down, but there was still worry on her face that Dash could see from the other side of the path.

Throughout the geeks conversation, Dash watched. He was no longer interested in what they were saying at the moment, but more on the way the four held themselves. They all had the warrior-like stance Danny had and their faces, while showing slight concern, were focused and determined. Dash remembered the feeling from when they were on the bus and someone had shouted for them to put on their seatbelts. Could Danny have said that? At first he thought so, but now seeing him like this made his question that. And Dash didn't question much. But there was no way, absolutely no way, little wimpy Fenton could make him, Dash Baxter, star quarterback and captain of the Casper High football team, feel inferior.

No matter how intimidating Fenton looked right now…

Danny took a deep breath. The feeling was telling his this was going to go terribly wrong. Or at least mildly wrong. Hopefully mildly, maybe Mr. Murphy was in a good mood today.

At the moment he was walking away towards the class, who seemed oblivious that he was missing for almost an hour. A few students noticed something behind them and turned only to stare wide-eyed as Danny approached. He pretended he didn't see them staring at him, probably wondering why he was walking with more confidence than he should have.

Now he stood in front of the group, his friends flanked him on both sides, and took another breath. He cleared his throat loudly, successfully managing on getting the classes attention, including Maddie and Jack's. Big moment. Don't fuck up now Fenton. Get it over with, like ripping off a band aid or something.

"I know the way out." It was blunt, and Danny stood still as if waiting for a blow. And after a second of silence, he was right.

"What do you mean?"

"How would you know?"

"Why would you know the way out?"

Questions flooded from left and right, it overwhelmed his ears with the noise combining together to become even louder. Quickly, he grew annoyed. "QUIET!" The change was drastic, turning what could rival a jet taking off to where someone could hear a pin drop.

"Listen. I don't want to repeat myself so I'm only going to say this once. Please do not ask any questions until the end. I do, in fact, know where we need to go and how to get there. What I need is for everyone to shut up and do as I say so we can get out of here in as little time as possible. Got it?" Danny's voice was commanding, just like the guy who spoke up in the Speeder, or even Phantom; however the class was to focused on how it sounded and not who it sounded like. The class nodded, mouths quiet yet brains loud. Danny was pleased by this.

"Good, now you can ask your questions. One. At. A. Time."

Star was the first to ask. "How long will it, like, take us to get out of here?"

"Judging by where we are, about five to six days." Danny replied. Murmurs swept through the class.

Danny sighed. "Guys," he said, causing everyone to fall silent again, "Next question."

Mickey opened his mouth to ask when Maddie suddenly stood up and walked up to her son, her facial expression was unreadable but her body was tense and stiff. Danny knew he was screwed.

"Daniel James Fenton! You have been in the Ghost Zone before?!"

Danny knew this was going to happen. "Yes," He said hesitantly, "But before you yell at me, just know that the first time was an accident but I decided to come back because I thought it was pretty cool. Just be happy I know where to go or we will all be here like sitting ducks waiting for a ghost to attack." Danny said, his hands in front of him as if trying to calm a berserk dog. Maddie glared at her son and stiffly nodded, her jaw was clenched as if she was biting her tongue so she wouldn't lash out.

Danny waited until she backed up a few steps, showing that she wasn't going to do or say anything else for the moment, and turned back to the class. "We can't go straight to the Ghost Portal, from where we are at it is above us. If we were at the same level it would only take about three days, but we aren't. However, the path we are on leads to a friend of mine that can help us. And," He said, turn to Maddie and Jack, "Yes, I do have friends who are ghosts. Not all ghosts are bad, most just want to be left alone and do what they please."

Maddie, who was preparing to lash out at her son again, closed her mouth but continued her glare. She felt as if there was something different about her son. He'd been acting...strange...for a while. She didn't remember how long, maybe since about the time the portal opened, but she figured it was just a phase. Of course, there was that one time they had managed to capture Phantom, to which he really started acting strange, especially around them. Maddie didn't care at the moment though. Maybe he's being brainwashed or overshadowed? I'll have to try and see what I can do later.

Danny felt like he had accomplished a small victory. Before he could tell everyone what to do before they moved out, Dash stomped up to right in front of Danny. "What makes us think we'll believe you, Fenton." Said the jock, point his finger into Danny's face. Dash was still somewhat terrified, but he had an image to keep so his classmates wouldn't think he'd gone soft or something.

"Because I know what I'm doing." Said Danny, facing up to Dash. Since when did this little wimp get so tall? Dash though once he realized that Danny wasn't looking up at him, maybe even down a bit. But I was taller than the loser this morning…

"Uh..well...so do I!" Dash stuttered.

Danny had a slight, cocky smile. "Alright then. Prove it. Which way do we need to go?" Said the raven-haired teen, arms now crossed over his chest. Dash heard the geek's friends snicker.

Dash turned to look down the path. It split into two directions farther down, one going left and the other right. "Uh...let's go that way." He said, pointing down the right path. The students scrambled for a second, getting whatever was left of their stuff, and began to head towards the path, Mr. Lancer and the Fenton parents deciding to follow. As they were nearing the path they heard the four laugh.

"What's so funny, freaks?" Dash said to them, the rest of the class turned to where his gaze laid.

Sam spoke this time. "Oh nothing. Just you're heading right for the lair of Cyrielle and Adrien Bourbeau." Sam said, her amethyst eyes sparkling as if she knew something they did not.

"Uh...who?" Kwan said.

"Cyrielle and Adrien Bourbeau were French aristocrats, from around the time the French Revolution took place making us think that they died when the lower class began to burn and kill the higher class. They are somewhat nice and show great hospitality, unless you qualify to them as a 'peasant,' to which they'll probably try to feed you to their pit bulls." Tucker contributed.

"They know and are good with us," Said Valerie, gesturing to the four, "However, you all might be a different question."

"So," Said Danny after a second, "Will you listen to us?"

The class was silent. In each of them they suddenly realized that they were actually stranded in the Ghost Zone and they didn't know what to do. They contemplated if they should, and honestly they felt that they should. They could feel that they could trust Danny and his friends, which they thought could never happen. It was weird to think that. Then, something that surprised everyone, Star took a step forward, chin held high and for once not taking orders from Paulina. Truthly she though it felt great to do this, her own decision. As people started to come out of shock, they stepped forward, one by one, till only Paulina and Dash remained. Paulina took a deep breath and stepped forward, not wanting to be the last person. Now only Dash remained.

"Dash," Danny said, his voice was calm yet sounded like a parent trying to get their child to come toward them. "I know we have a lot of differences and I know that you don't like me, but trust me when I say that we," He gestured at him and his friends, "Know what we're doing. Put aside your bias for while we're here, and know that you can trust us."

Dash was still unsure, but he felt compelled to do what Danny said. His body resigned and he stepped forward. Danny smiled.

Clockwork stared at the screen in front of him. It showed Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie instructing the class on what they would need to bring. The class appeared to groan and went to get what they needed to bring, leaving their clothes and other things by the wreckage in favor of holding onto the food and water they had. Clockwork watched them set off down the path to the left, knowing exactly where they were going.

Clockwork then switched his gaze to another monitor, this one showing hundreds, even thousands of ghosts, all armored to the teeth, and Danny fighting them one by one. There were cuts and gashes all over his body, blood and ectoplasm covering his jumpsuit, but he continued to fight strong. Sam, Tucker, and Valerie were fighting as well, all of them spread out, clad in their own uniforms. Clockwork smiled.

"All as it should be."

I really hoped you liked it! I told you it would be longer!

I have a new question for you! What might of Clockwork been looking at in the second monitor? Why is he saying "All as it should be"? Who are the other ghosts in armor? Where are the rest of the ghosts?

Make sure to review and tune in next time to see what happens next! Until then, au revoir and PAIX (that's PEACE in French)!

~Kitty ='u'=