For those of you who read my profile, this (Well, I say it like 'dees' cuz I'm cool that way.) is for you! (About time you updated, baka! Oh, and for the slow-witted, coughcoughGottaluvInucough, baka means stupid or idiot.) Hey, InuluvGotta! That was not kind! Sooooo, if you don't have any idea what that's supposed to mean, then read my profile, fools! Just kidding! You guys are all great readers/writers!

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"Oof!" Danny grunted as he ran into the taller, rather broader boy. He looked up in horror. "Uh, sorry about that, Dash!"

Dash glowered at him. "I just cleaned this jacket, and now it's got geek germs all over it, Fentoad! I'm going to wail on you so hard, it'll wake up your doctor!" He grabbed the front of Danny's shirt, pulling him off the ground.

Ugh, I hate it when this happens. "Dash, can't you just leave me alone for once?' Danny shouted, annoyance all but detectable in his voice.

Dash stood with his fist pulled back; surprised that Danny had actually stuck up for himself for once. He quickly recovered, though. "Yeah, right, Fenturd. Like I'd ever do what you tell me to."

Oh, like the time we had to fight off Youngblood and Ember when they kidnapped all of our parents? Danny wanted to say. But instead, he kept quiet.

Dash wanted Danny to be frustrated for his 'forgetting' the Ops Center incident, but his lack of reaction angered Dash further. Dash threw Danny to the ground, and Danny was pretty sure he heard something crack. "You're such a loser, Fenton. You're not even worth my time." He began to walk away.

Danny spoke in such a low voice that it was almost impossible to hear him.

"Don't…call…me…a loser…" He said through clenched teeth.

Dash looked back. "What'd you say, loser?"

"DON'T CALL ME A LOSER!" screamed Danny, losing control and leaping towards Dash, punching him as hard as he could in the stomach.

Dash stood stunned for a moment, it wasn't like the blow had hurt all that badly, it was just the fact that Fenton, the wimpy loser, had actually thrown a punch at him…

"You're dead meat, Fenton!"

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Mr. Lancer walked out of his office, whistling what sounded like "Old Man Tucker", which Tucker, (who was watching the fight, cheering Danny on) thoroughly resented.

Lancer froze at the scene before him.

Dash and Danny stood before him, frozen in fighting stances. Danny had a bloody nose as well as a few bruises on his jaw, while Dash was sporting a black eye. Lucky I came out before it got really ugly.

"Baxter! Fenton! What is the meaning of this?" Lancer shouted.

"Fenton started it, sir!" answered Dash before Danny could say anything.

"But-what? I-" Danny tried to say something, but Lancer silenced him with a glare.

"Mr. Fenton, I would like you to come back into my office. Now," he said dangerously.

Danny was furious. Even now, when Lancer knew his secret, he still didn't believe him when he tried to tell the truth! Why didn't Lancer ever trust him? Where was the justice in this?

Danny followed Mr. Lancer back into the room. "Mr. Lancer, I swear, I didn't start it."

"That may be true. But seeing as you participated in the fight, I don't see why I shouldn't punish you, Daniel," said Mr. Lancer. "I expected better of you!"

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, his confusion breaking through his angry expression.

Mr. Lancer was fuming. "I never would have thought you would do something like this. I can't believe this."

Boy is he mad. What did I do? Aloud he said,"What? But I didn't…Dash started it, and he-"

"Doesn't have freakish powers to aid him in fights, Mr. Fenton!" interrupted Mr. Lancer, voice rising as he really lost his temper.

"…F-freakish?" Danny asked softly, looking hurt. His expression quickly shifted from an injured look to one of anger and his eyes flashed a dangerous green. Freakish, huh? Well, if that's how he feels, then why do I even bother? Danny jumped to his feet and went intangible to leave the room via the floor, glaring at Mr. Lancer as he left.

"Wait!" cried Mr. Lancer, realizing his mistake. "That's not what I meant at all, Daniel! Stop!"

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(A/N: Do you know how ticked I'd be if somebody called me freakish? (Even if it's true…) Okay, InuluvGotta. You asked for it! Bangs herself on the head, hears a dull thud, followed by a loud Ouch! Remember, I think Lancer is a great guy, but everyone loses his or her temper once in awhile, right? Anyway…)

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Danny was fuming. No way he was going back to school. No way. He couldn't believe Lancer, whom he had just learned to trust minutes before, would say something like that to him.

Freakish. "Heh," he laughed vacantly. I guess that's all I am to anyone, anyway. Don't know why I was so surprised, actually.

He looked down from the top of the building where he was perched. Unbidden thoughts entered his mind as he watched the ant-like people below scurry about, not noticing him.

All those people down there think you are a freak. Because you are. Nobody cares what someone like you thinks. You're just a loser who doesn't fit in with anyone. Not as a human before the accident, not as a ghost because you aren't dead (Right?), certainly not as a halfa now.

A tear rolled down his face without his noticing it. He felt like the world had turned on him, and right when he needed it the very most. He rested his face in his hands, continuing to stare out on the people below. They don't know what its like to be me. Nobody knows. Vlad doesn't even know, because he took the easy way out and became a villain. He wants all those people to fear him.

After what felt like an eternity, Danny stood and wiped his face, finally realizing the tear that hung there. Then out of nowhere, his ghost sense went off. Good. I need something to do until school is over…

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Jazz was sitting in her trigonometry class in third period when a voice came over the intercom. "Would Jasmine Fenton please report to Mr. Lancer's office? Again, would Jasmine Fenton please report to Mr. Lancer's office?"

Oh, come on. Lancer already talked to Danny, what does he want with me? Jazz asked the teacher if she had to go. The other students looked over at her incredulously. Who didn't want an excuse to skip a trig class? The teacher recommended that she go, so Jazz sighed, picked up her things, and headed to Lancer's office.

Jazz walked into the room to find an anxious-looking Mr. Lancer sitting at his desk. "What's wrong, Mr. Lancer?" she asked as she sat down.

"Well, Jasmine, it isn't a particularly simple thing for me to say." he answered. Jazz couldn't help but notice that he looked faintly ashamed of himself.

"I believe I may have said something to upset your brother." He shook his head. "No, I did say something that upset your brother." He looked up, as though waiting for Jazz to ask something.

She complied. "What did you say?"

He shifted in his seat.

I've never seen a teacher look so uncomfortable before…

"Well, he was caught fighting with Dash Baxter this morning, " he started. "This was right after our discussion in my office. I inferred that he had used his ghost powers to gain an unfair advantage over Mr. Baxter. Clearly, I was more concerned about Dash's wellbeing than Danny's."

"But Mr. Lancer!" gasped Jazz. "Danny would never do that to a fellow student, no matter how angry he was!"

Lancer nodded. "I realize that now. But having just figuring out what he was capable of, I naturally assumed the worst." His voice was filled with self-disgust. "So I lost my temper, and essentially told him that he was a freak."

Jazz gaped at him, lost for words.

Mr. Lancer stared at his feet, unable to meet the bemused teen's eyes.

"Where is he?" Jazz asked severely after taking several deep breaths.

"I-I'm not sure. He left after…" he stopped, and then buried his face in his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Mr. Lancer?" Jazz couldn't keep the hostility out of her voice.

"I was, and still am, ashamed," he said softy, wincing at the venom in her words, but knowing he deserved it. Then, even more softly, he said, "I'm so sorry, Jasmine."

Jazz jumped out of her seat and left the room without another remark.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" screamed Danny as he was thrown back by a large ectoblast. Man, this new ghost is pretty tough.

"You cannot defeat me!" said the ghost, a girl he supposed, by the way she spoke. It was hard to tell, seeing as she was wearing a blue cloak that covered her entire being. "You are too weak! Give up!" She pulled ecto-boosted shirkins (ninja stars) from her cloak and pelted Danny with them.

Danny knew the real reason for his losing. His heart wasn't in the fight, and he was being reckless. He was already hurt pretty badly; he had a cut along his face, extending from cheekbone to bruised jaw, the gash on his chest, which had just begun to heal, had opened up again. Not to mention all the tiny, paper cut-like slashes the shirkins were causing.

Danny gasped as he realized that all the wounds by the shirkins made were suddenly widening, more than doubling the throbbing ache. His blood dripped onto the ground, pooling at his feet. He vaguely wondered whether ghosts could lose too much blood…

Apparently, they could. At any rate, half-ghosts could. Danny started to get dizzy, and the ghost before him was blurred from his vision. The last thing he remembered was a dimly recognizable voice calling his name, but he was too drained to consider who it might be.

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Wah ha ha ha ha! I am sooooo evil! I love cliffies, how ever annoying they are! Kay, I'm going to say this again: Lancer is great; he just lost his temper, like anybody would. But still, that was harsh. Poor Danny! Didn't you just want to go over and hug him? I did. But then, I'm insane. …Hey, doesn't InuluvGotta usually agree when I say something like that? Maybe I knocked her out! Oh, no! Who's going to help me with the big words now?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(Beware!)

I heart the box ghost!