And here we are, with the official first chapter where the main character is introduced. : ) YAY!
Anyway, sorry I haven't been able to get this up. Two words: Summer Homework...
Which I still haven't finished, so I'll get back to it while you read the chapter. And review, because we all know how nice that is : )
Lynn-over and out.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Danny Phantom. I only own the ones that do not appear in the show but appear below.
Did you ever have one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong? Where nothing went your way? You know what I'm talking about, those days where the clouds would not go away.
Today was one of those days for me. Everything went crazy from the sunrise to sunset. Well, maybe a little past sunrise, and a bit past sunset.
"DAEMYN! WAKE UP! You're going to be late for school!"
By the way, my name is Daemyn. I'm pretty much a younger version of my Dad when he was fourteen (which, I can say, I proudly am the same age). I have his hair, eyes, and ears…everything, except for his fashion sense. I like the color green, so my shirt always has some form of green on it.
And the person yelling? That was my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother to death- on second thought, not the right word. I love my mother to pieces, but this morning, I pulled one of the signature teenage moves: I ignored her.
Bad idea on my half. My dad is a big promoter of respect. And by ignoring Mom, I disrespected her. So i shouldn't have been a surprise to me when a pair of cold hands lifted me from bed, phased me through a wall and tossed me in a cold shower.
Like I said: I shouldn't have been surprised.
"WAH!" I shouted, sitting up in the bathtub. "What was that for Dad?" The freezing water of the shower pelted at my face. "Really, if you thought I smelt that bad, you could've asked me to shower!"
Dad let out a small grin as he floated above me.
That's right. Floated.
My dad isn't like most dads. I mean, unless you dad is half-dead and able to transition between human and specter at a moments notice, I think I've got you beat. I suppose it's not fair to compare my dad with anyone else's though…not everyone's dad is a superhero who fights crime daily and has saved the world on multiple counts.
Pretty cool, huh? My dad is Danny Phantom (you might have known him once as "Inviso-bill" or the Ghost Boy). He can fly, shoot beams, and go intangible and invisible. He even has this scream thing where he emits destructive soundwaves out his mouth! How cool is that?
I guess it's pretty tight….as long as you're not the enemy, which it looked like I had a good chance at becoming at the moment.
"Your smell, huh?" Dad pretended to sniff the air. "All I smell is a kid who's going to get in trouble if he doesn't get a move on for school and apologize to his mother before he leaves."
"Yes sir," I weakly managed. He gave me a goofy grin and floated out of the room.
To be honest, I think I got off that rather easily. Sometimes Dad will ground me from everything if I'm really bad…but that's only a few times. Like, when I used one of Grandpa Fenton's ghost shields to keep him in his room on April Fool's Day. I learned one very important lesson that day: Dad likes pranks, just not when they're pulled on him.
I stepped out of the shower, a drenched boy. So, to add to my growing 'bad day' list, I had woken up late, trouble with Dad, and drenching wet. Splendid. Just splendid.
I decided to hurry and get ready, hoping the rest of the day wouldn't be so bad. I rushed out of the bathroom and back into my own room, which was littered with dirty clothes on the floor. Mom would probably have a tizzy if she walked into my room like this…
…that wasn't important, I realized as I looked at the clock. School started in five minutes! The only way I would be able to get there is if Dad flew me there. Annoyed with the day's events, I grabbed my cell phone and shoved it in my pocket (I had slept in my clothes…which was lucky because otherwise I'd be going to school in pajamas). Then I hastily snatched my blue backpack and slung it over my shoulder.
When I ran into the kitchen, I ran straight into my mother. We collided, and both went sprawling to the floor.
"Daemyn, are you okay?" she asked as she brushed some of her black hair out of her amethyst eyes.
"I'm fine Mom. Sorry about knocking you over…I'm a bit late for school…"
"That's okay sport," Mom stood up, brushed herself off and then handed me a sack from the counter. "I anticipated this. Here's breakfast in a bag."
"What's in it?" I asked carefully.
"Just some orange juice, an apple, and some carrots to give you a healthy start." Mom was always doing that to me. Every meal she'd try to make vegetarian. I'm all for saving the animals, but sometimes all you need for dinner is a nice, juicy steak.
"Er, thanks Mom," I said, handling the sack like it was hazardous. "By the way, sorry for ignoring you earlier."
Mom smiled and gave me a slight kiss on the cheek. "It's okay hun, I just didn't want you to be late."
"Don't worry Mom, I won't be. I'll have Dad fly me there," I smiled and gave her a hug. My arms wrapped around out of her view, and in the middle of the embrace, I threw the bag in a conveniently located trashcan.
As we pulled apart, Mom said, "Honey, your Dad has already left for work."
I'm sure the color drained from my face.
"WHAT?" I yelled out of shock. "How am I getting to school?!"
Mom picked up her keys from the counter, "I'll take you. C'mon, and don't forget your shoes!"
Of course. Just like Mom to think I'd forget my shoes. Reluctantly, I piled in our little Expedition with her, glaring sourly out the window.
My day so far:
waking up late
trouble with Dad
drenched
no breakfast
late to school
I know every cloud has a silver lining, but I was seriously beginning to wonder why it was taking its time appearing.
A few minutes later, we arrived at Casper High. I bid goodbye to Mom and ran up the steps to my home room. Sadly, before I could take two steps in the hallway, I heard a booming voice behind me.
"Well, if it isn't the little Fen-turnino. Late again?"
Cringing, I turned around, and saw none other than Brian Baxter, otherwise known as BB. He was a tall jock with spiky blonde hair. And he was a bully.
Just like his dad, Dash Baxter, was my father's bully.
I really hate how these things turn out. Dash gets married to some chick from Tenessee, they have a kid, she leaves him for a circus man, and Brain wants to take it out on anyone smaller than him.
(-ahem- That would be me. )
To cut the story short, it took ten more minutes to get out of the locker I had been randomly shoved in. And then it took three minutes to get to class due to an aching foot.
When I finally walked in the doorway to my homeroom, I finally saw my silver lining: Clarisa White. The angel of this unworthy land we call Earth. My light in the darkness. A cup of soup in the winter. Hot chocolate next to the fire. The only girl for me…
If only every other boy hadn't thought among those same lines, maybe I would have a chance with her. Sadly, being the most popular girl in school, there was a lot of competition.
"Mr. Fenton?" a voice asked. "Will you please take a seat?"
I forced myself to look away from Clarisa and to my teacher: Mr. Lancer. Yeah, big surprise there. The guy's been teaching forever and a day. You'd think he'd get over the thrill of having "young minds to shape and mold."
"Will you please retire?" I said under my breath. Of course, when I say 'under my breath,' that meant he wasn't supposed to hear it…
…but he did. As did the entire class along with him.
"Lord of the Rings! Mr. Fenton, that was uncalled for!" Lancer frowned. "See me in detention after school."
I managed to mumble some sort of 'yes sir' to him and then trudged my way to my desk in the back of the class.
"Oh, and Mr. Fenton? Do you mind mopping up your mess after class?"
What was he talking abo-oh drat. I turned around and saw big puddles of water where I had walked. I had never changed out of my wet clothes!
The class burst out laughing, and my face went beet red. Muttering something else that I won't repeat, I sat down and hid my head from the class.
Slept in, trouble with Dad, drenched, late to school, no breakfast, trouble with BB, and dripping all over the room.
There was NO way this day could get any worse.
Mr. Lancer turned to the class. "Could you please pass up your homework from last night on the Savannah Indians?"
Crud. I hadn't done my homework.