Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, or the Werewolf in this story.

Danny: Hey, I thought you did own that dog!

Me: Hey, it's a wolf! Besides, you're the wolf in most of the story!

Danny: Why me? Why couldn't it have been Tucker?

Tucker: Hey, I heard that!

Danny: You were supposed to!

Me: 'rubs head' This is just not my week….

Chapter 2

The School Day

I rode in the Fenton RV to school. I waved goodbye and then headed up the stairs to the school. I wasn't dizzy anymore. When I came to my locker, I did my combination and noticed Tucker was getting bullied by Dash Baxter, the person you all know. He was cursing and getting close to his face. That enraged me. I walked over to them and noticed that Sam was trying to keep Dash away from Tucker. "Hey!" I said. "What's happening here?" Dash glared at me. He walked up to me. "Nothing of your business!" he said, shoving me. That enraged me more. "Just leave them alone, Dash!" He stared at me and got up to my face. "Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" Dash stared into my eyes.

I finally cracked. My upper lip curled, and my teeth seemed sharper and I snarled. I jumped onto his chest and heaved him against a row of lockers. I felt like biting him, I was so angry. Growling like never before, I dove for his face with my fist, but Tucker and Sam held me back. Dash slid against the lockers and onto the floor. Glaring at him, my teeth still showing, Sam put her hand on my chest to hold me back. I growled harder than ever before, and Sam could feel it. The deepness of my growl was so powerful, it vibrated in my chest. She knew what that meant when a dog did that. It meant "Hey, let me go, I wanna kill that guy. Or you'll be instead!" She let go of me and grabbed Tucker and pulled both of them back. Glaring at my opponent, He tried not to look at my eyes, for they turned yellow. Snarling and glaring, I prepared to finish him off. But Sam held me back.

I suddenly turned my head, the expression still on my face, she could see the anger I possessed. She looked at my eyes, but didn't stare at them. She stroked the back of my head. Suddenly, my anger escaped and turned into comfort. I closed my eyes and went with the soft feeling of the stroking. Dash and the rest of his friends helped him up and began charging down the hall. Sam stopped stroking me. I opened my eyes. They were blue again. She began to pull me into my class. I sat down at my desk. The teacher wasn't there yet. Then, Mr. Lancer appeared 10 minutes later. "Sit down, children! Let's prepare for our test today!" I looked at Sam behind me. "We have a test today?!" I asked with worry. She nodded. "You don't remember?" she asked me. "Um, no, I had an accident last night, so I can't 

remember much…" I rubbed my temples of my head as if to help my memory. Mr. Lancer passed out the tests and then sat down at his desk. I struggled to read a question. The writing I saw was illegible to my eyes. It was like I lost my reading ability. So, I just guessed. After the bell rang, I handed my test to Mr. Lancer. He looked at my curiously. "Fenton, are you okay? You seem like you haven't slept for days." I opened my eyes wider. I ran to the bathroom. I looked at my eyes. They were turning baggy.

And black.

Breathing heavily, I turned out of the room and went back to Lancer. I suddenly began to pant with my newly black tongue hanging out of my mouth. Lancer wouldn't stop staring at my baggy eyes and my black tongue. "Fenton," he finally said. "I think that you need some help…" he picked up the phone, and dialed the number for my house. His gaze never left mine. "Ms. Fenton, your son Danny needs some help." Lancer paused for a moment to let my mother speak. "No, not a tutor. His… figure…" I heard my mother laugh on the other line. I was still panting. I swallowed, then continued panting. Lancer still stared at my tongue. "He should go home," Lancer said. "I think he has an illness. OK, Ms. Fenton, good bye. I'll see you in a little bit." He put down the phone while I had an itch on my head. I scratched it crazily like a dog, only with my front hands, not my legs. Lancer still stared at me. I started to growl. He looked away. Then, my mom appeared in Mr. Lancer's room and pulled me out of the room while I still scratched my head. Then I looked at my hands. Especially my nails.

They were sharp claws.

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Danny: More in the next chapter!

Me: hey, how did you know there were chapters here?

Danny: Well, I have the script, Remember? So WHOS the dumb one?

Me: Ugh, just get off of the page before you won't be in the rest of the story!

Danny: Fine! God…

Excuse the short fight, but we made it! We're now onto Chapter three! So, how do you think this chapter was? Was it shorter than usual? Do you think it should be updated a bit? Should you review nicely? I hope so!

Danny's favorite color:

Orange

Danny: I hate orange!

Me: Shut up, sissy!

Danny: I am not a sissy!

Me: Yes you are.

Danny: No I am not!

Me: Why are you stalling this story?

Danny: Stalling? I'm not stalling anything!

Me: Yes you are.

Danny: No I'm not.

Me: Yes, you are, you're doing it right now!

Danny: ... Stalling?

Me: Yes!

Danny: Stalling?

Me: Stalling!

Danny: Stalling...

Me: STALLING!!

Sam: Oh, boy.

LATER...

Danny: So, you think I'm ... stalling - ?

Me: AAH! You know what?! Why don't we end this chapter?! Yeah, okay?! Okay...

END

Danny: Finally!

Me: I heard that!!