And with that long wait, I am back!!! Sorry about the long wait. One word: School. And I'm even putting it off now to finish this. I hope you like it!

Thanks to my reviewers. You bring the honey to this little worker bee's life. : )

I had a question about the point of view the story was in. It will mostly remain in Daemyn's point of view, and occasionally switch to third person when necessary. That won't be until a later chatper, of course, seeing as there are still people to introduce.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Sam or the show and its characters, but I do own every other character in this chapter. Bug off.

It seemed like forever had passed before I made it to lunch. The worst part was that the day wasn't even halfway over yet.

Mumbling to myself about how unfair the world was, I pushed my way through the cafeteria crowd until the table I sat at came into view. Sitting down, I reached for my backpack to pull out my lunch. ...except that I hadn't packed a lunch this morning. And I had no money on me to buy lunch (as BB had bittersweetly discovered earlier). I groaned and banged my head upon the table a few times in an attempt to relieve the stress. It didn't work. Not only did I still feel stressed out, but now I had a bruise between my eyes...and a pounding headache.

"Hey there sport, having a bad day?" I looked up and saw Kendra Foley grinnig sympathetically down at me.

"Bad is the understatment of the year."

"Don't worry. If you've hit rock bottom, things can only go up." She sat down across from me with perfect grace. Yeah, that was Kendra for you. Glowing brown skin, chocolate eyes and a perfect poise. I think she might have taken ballet when she was little...I'm not sure how well Uncle Tucker liked the practices cutting into his father/daughter/computer time. Then again, she might have learned it before she was adopted by the Foleys at age five. You know, before her parents were killed in a car accident on a fateful, rainy night. Sometimes Kendra complains about the cliche of her parents dying in a car. She's very imaginative, and sometimes wishes they died more heroic deaths. That's just Kendra.

"I hope so," I groaned.

Her arm dug into her backpack for something. "Apple?"

"You're the best," I sighed, accepting the fruit from her outstretched hand. "That's probably the best thing that's happened to me today."

"An apple is the best thing that's happened to you?" A new voice interrupted. "That's lame."

"Not as lame as your hat, Fitter," Kendra grumbled. "I thought Mom told you not to wear that today."

A girl with short and curly blue hair sat next to me, a bright green beret on her head. She passed an innocent look to her sister. "I don't remember her saying that..."

Kendra groaned, "Of course you don't, you had your headphones in the entire morning, didn't you?"

"Guilty as charged!" Fitter smiled, and turned to me. Her soft gray eyes giggled as she looked at my apple. "So, that little red object is the cause of so much joy?"

"This 'little red object'," I pointedly began to explain, "...is the only nutrition I have received today."

Fitter gave a small chuckle and dumped her brown bag of lunch upon the table. Out spilled a drink, sandwhich, chips, cookies and a brownie. My mouth watered as she handed me the brownie.

"Could this little brown object make your day better too?"

And at that moment, all the bad things about the day fell behind me. These girls were the best friends I think I could ever have. Sometimes, I wonder at how fate put us together. I mean, Kendra and Fitter were both adopted by the Foleys and are the same age. Kendra is probably the more academic of the two and will probably end up going to Harvard, or, if my Aunt Jazz gets her way, Yale. Fitter on the other hand is very different. Her skin is so pale it makes me look like a sunburned piece of chalk. She has gray eyes that glisten like the grass with the morning dew shining in the daybreak. The one thing that sticks out about her though is her fashion sense. She's all about designing her own clothes and stuff. Last Christmas she made me this cool blue beanie. Said something about it "matching" my eyes.

Kendra gaving a knowing smile after Fitter said that, but I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because Fitter stumbled over her words.

I eagerly accepted the brownie, which I ate before the apple. In regards to Kendra's dirty look, I replied, "Life is uncertain; eat dessert first."

"Are we still going to the Nasty Burger tonight?" Fitter asked as she opened her chips.

"And to the movies afterwards," I confirmed. Dead Teachers XXIV came out yesterday and we were all looking forward to sitting in the front row. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I. Hopefully I won't have to if Fitter decides to finish her homework!"

"I will finish it! It always gets done!"

"Yeah, five minutes before class starts."

"That's still done!"

Yeah, those were my friends. Arguing about everything, but sisters at heart. I watched them continue their conversation. They seemed so passionate about what they were discussing, even though it was only homework. Kendra seemed smug, but Fitter...the way the light was hitting her eyes, she seemed to radiate a passionate beaut-

What am I thinking? That's my friend...

My thoughts were interrupted by a warm glow the spread throughout my chest. Without looking, I knew that the DP symbol over my heart was glowing, which meant Dad was thinking about me. I took a bite of my apple and pondered about how nice it is to know that a family member thinks about you even when you're not there.

Before I could think of anything else, the right wall of the cafeteria exploded. In fell none other than Danny Phantom, locked in fierce combat with the Lunch Lady and her daughter, Box Lunch.

There were screams from my classmates as the student body evacuated the soon-to-be battle zone.

"See Deary," the Lunch Lady instructed the girl. "This is how you hit him and create dramatic tension by throwing him through a wall."

Kendra, Fitter and I were soon the only students remaining in the cafeteria. Having lived with my Dad, Mom, and Uncle Tucker for years, none of us were really frightened by ghosts.

"Lunch Lady?" Fitter asked.

"And Box Lunch," I added.

Kendra took out a PDA her father gave her. "About a level 4 danger level. I think it's safe to stay."

The three of us grinned. My gaze turned to Dad, who seemed to be searching for something. Our eyes locked.

Ah, he was looking for me. He was thinking of me because he knew he was about to crash into the cafeteria and didn't want the wall to fall on me. Darn, and I thought I was just special.

Shaking it off, I watched mildly as Dad quickly finished the fight and sucked the ghost and her daughter into a Fenton Thermos. There was a satisfied grin on his face as he locked the cap on.

"Nice job Phantom!" Fitter shouted to him. Dad flew over to us, and from the look on his face, he was very relieved we were all okay.

"Thanks Fit," he smiled. His emerald eyes turned slightly harder. "But on the other hand, why didn't you guys leave when the fight began! You could've been hurt!"

And that was Dad for you. Hero, funny, kick-behind moves, and all he could think of was why we didn't want to watch his amazing battles.

"It's cool Dad," I told him.

"No, it's not Daemyn. Being around ghosts isn't a safe thing to do." He was chastising me! First he threw me into the shower, and now he's scolding me.

"If being around ghosts isn't safe, then we should leave. Shouldn't we Phantom?" Kendra pointed out, a smile on her face.

Dad thought about it, and his face relaxed. "I guess you guys are right. You do have some Fenton weapons on you, correct?"

I pointed to my Spector Deflector, and the girls pulled out their Fenton lipsticks. "We're plenty safe," Fitter assured him.

"Good," Phantom replied. "Those should be able to hold a ghost off until I can make it here. They work well enough."

I nodded in agreement, but on the inside I felt bad. Like I had let him down.

See, we once thought that Dad's ghost powers were hereditary. That they would be passed down to me and I could help Danny Phantom fight ghosts. Dad-son tag team. Growing up, Dad and I always talked about how we would be invincible. No one would be able to stop me and Dad. There was only one problem: I never received ghost powers. Not a bit. We've even drawn some blood to see if I had any ecto-plasm in my veins. Nothing.

That's one reason why Dad is really protective of us. He knows that if a ghost attacks us, I can't just "go-ghost" and protect everyone, like he used to. We have to defend ourselves. I can't leave the house without at least a Spector Deflector or a weapon.

While I dwelled upon those thoughts, Dad's cell phone rang.

"Hello? Oh, hi Sam. What's happening? ...what do you mean, it faded in and out? Hands don't do that, well, unless you're me at age fourteen...don't worry, I'll be there soon...nah, just had a tumble with the Lunch Lady at Casper..yes, Daemyn's okay...it's happening again! Okay! I'll be right there! I love you, bye!"

A sinking feeling grew in my stomach as Dad hung up. "What happened to Mom?"

"Her hand is disappearing."

...and thus, the bad day resumed.

Sam's hand...disappearing? Oh whatever could I have in store for you and Daemyn and Danny?

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