Jason: Argh! Can you update any faster?

Specs: I'm trying ok? I don't own DP, nothing more, nothing less.

Jason: Faster!

Specs: SHUT UP!

Jason sighed as he scribbled some notes on his notebook. So here he was, a new student, a stranger to almost everyone, and the feeling that someone was staring at you for the longest period of time when there was actually none. This school, according to Jason, sucks so far and history class was unbelievably B-O-R-I-N-G. The teacher was droning on and on about American history like George Washington, the American Revolution, etc . He looked around the class and some of the girls were practically staring at the teacher all dreamy-eyed, like they meet some guy who was near to Edward Cullen status. Maybe he was like one but only problem is that he didn't come from an Italian heritage. It was Japanese. The teacher had about shoulder-length black hair, a pair of steel-rimmed glasses, a white polo, black jeans and a white pair of shoes. Jason just groaned as he unconsciously began to doodle. Always the problem with the teacher with looks, you can't stand listening.

He looked down at his notebook and stared at his doodles. His dad would say he was quite an exceptional artist but Jason would just shrug it off like it was nothing. At the bottom-right of the page was a realistic drawing of a fire-breathing dragon, burning down very tiny castles and there was a small human figure, just barely touching the flames. Jason groaned again. Most of his drawings were related to Danny Phantom. He had to get a grip of himself. He was supposed to forget about him but for some strange reason, that ghost was all he can think about. He just wanted him to go away. He was going fourteen and he was nothing more but a comic book character from his childhood.

A hand suddenly slammed onto his desk as Jason was startled by it. He looked up to see a very angry history teacher who looked like he can destroy Jason just by glaring at him. The teacher just snatched up his notebook as Jason was being pressured by the sudden silence of the class. The teacher looked into his notebook for awhile then threw it back to Jason.

"Danny Phantom, eh?"This was answered by a few chuckles from his classmates. "Jason, this is not art class. I expect better behavior of you if you're going to study here. Next time a catch you, you're going straight to detention"

This teacher is reeeaaaaalllly getting on my nerves, he thought as he groaned almost inaudibly.

"Did you say something?"

"No Mr.…um…"

"…Ishiyama,"

With that, he went back to the lesson.

Jason mumbled a few curse words under his breath. He can't help but feel that there's something whacked about this teacher. He just can't put a name to it. He sighed heavily as he tried his best to stay as wide awake as he can… or look wide awake because he nearly collapsed on his notes out of boredom and sleepiness

Once he arrived at the cafeteria, directly after Mr. Ishiyama's class, he was suddenly struck with an extremely complicated problem. The place was like a can of overflowing sardines! Nearly all the tables are filled in and there wasn't a place to sit down at. He can't even find the line to get the cafeteria food. Maybe he should have stayed at a private school, less crowds, more space to be alone.

He already had his packed lunch in his bag so he tried to look for one table with at least no people at all. Luckily, he spotted one at the far end of the cafeteria. He tried to make his way through the crowd as some noticed the direction he was going. They just shook their head because he was heading towards the table which everyone avoided.

Jason finally sat at the empty table. He sighed, somewhat happy he was able to get some privacy. Or that was what he thought.

"Why are you here?" said a soft voice, like it was Luna Lovegood talking, minus the British accent.

Jason was startled as he nearly jumped and turned around to see a girl. She had honey-colored hair, a pair of glasses, a pink sweater with a sky blue shirt in the inside and a pair of somewhat loose jeans. Her head curiously tilted to the right while she gave a blank stare towards Jason. It was like she was some sort of animal, looking at something it has never seen before. He shuddered at the thought.

"You haven't answered my question."

"Uh, I was looking for a place to sit alone since I'm kinda not used to this place so…"

"Sit over there." She then pointed to another table, filled with Goths that gave him a strange look, as if asking him what he's doing over there. "They don't even bother to talk to each other so it's like you're alone."

"I'M NOT A FREAKIN' GOTH!" he exclaimed. The girl just blinked several times while the Goths looked away glumly. "I'm sorry," the girl said, "There's another table that's empty but it's filled with the aroma of puke."

Jason just slapped himself in the face. This girl was weird. He just sighed and said, "It's ok. I'll eat here instead."

The girl then tilted her head to the other side, blinking once and said, "You're weird."

WHAT THE HELL! he thought.

"Nobody wants to sit with me. It's strange for someone like you to even tolerate me."

Jason looked back at the girl and noticed that her features seemed to brighten by a bit. "Everyone avoids me and you're the first one who insists on staying here but if you don't like me in the near future, it's all right. That happened to me once so I'm used to it."

"Uh, why do they avoid you?"

"I-it's a personal thing."

Jason nodded but he still eyed her carefully. He sighed as he was already beginning to miss his old school. He wanted to be back and here he is, sitting next to a girl for gosh sake.

"The world's a crazy place," he mumbled as he looked around the cafeteria

"What did you say?"

Jason looked back at her and she was looking at him curiously, again. It was still freaking him out.

"Nothing."

She suddenly looked past him and was now staring at something behind his back. Jason tried to look at what she's looking at when she suddenly grabbed his drawing book.

"What's this?"

"HEY! DON'T…"

She was already looking through it. She looked up and asked him, "You like Danny Phantom?"

Fudge.

"No, it was my old sketchbook…"

"But why does it show the recent date?"

"I-I… er… that is…Ok, fine!" he said as he grabbed it back, "I still kinda like him but…"

He looked down at his sketchbook. There was Phantom, his eyes bright despite the charcoal dust across the face. It fearlessly looked back up at him, something Jason missed since his dad stopped telling him stories about him. He sighed deeply and said, "I just can't get him off my mind."

"It's not a bad sketch though." Toni said as she stared at it some more.

"Thanks, um, what's your name?"

"Toni, Toni Rosales. Yours?"

"Jason Fenton."

"Fenton?" Toni asked

"Yeah, why?"

"I'll go home with you later on."

Jason was surprised and suddenly nervous. A girl? Waling to his home? His spine began to tingle but he tried to relax and asked her...

"Uh, why?"

"I visit your grandparents every day."

Specs: I won't be expounding on the American history since I'm not an American myself so bear with me if I get anything wrong, ok?

Jason: Sure, so whatever I answer in a test will be wrong?

Specs: Yep, that's the point. REVIEW 83