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Class had a good start. Everyone, including Mr. Lancer, who was watching me from the sidelines, treated me like they would any other teacher. In other words, aside from them actually listening before talking smack, nothing had changed.
I drew my best attempt at an octagonal prism on the chalkboard. The friction on the board was so much higher than pencil on paper. I didn't understand how teachers could do this 5 days a week and not go insane.
"This is a ghost portal. The Fenton Portal, what my family calls ours, creates a hole in space and charges it with ectoplasm, creating a portal into the Ghost Zone."
I let out a sigh.
Tucker was the only one who seemed to understand/care what I was talking about, so I left it at that.
Also because Dash asked "How's this gonna help us kick ghost butt?"
For once, I agreed with Dash. This wasn't going to help. Nothing I could teach them could help then in a fight against ghosts.
Lucky for them, the only ghosts they've had to deal with was the Box Ghost, or Johnny 13. Every time someone like Vortex, or Nocturn came along, it's 'Danny Phantom, help!' Not that I mind, it's just…they don't have to fight ghosts.
"Uh, dude?" Tucker snapped me out of my internal monologue.
I'd zoned out for a minute. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just zoned out." Undergrowth. Vortex. Nocturn. I saved the thought for later. I had a class to teach.
What would dad do?
I pulled my purple backpack from under the podium and placed it on top of the table next to it. I got a bunch of curious looks, so I figured I was on the right track with. I pulled out the Fenton Thermos. I got a slight static shock, but I ignored it, thinking it was nothing.
"This is the Fenton Thermos. It can contain any ghost, no matter how big, no matter how powerful."
I caught Sam smiling from the corner of my eye, and it eased the tension I had when I walked in through the door. It also made me blush a little.
I quickly turned to the chalkboard again so no one would notice. My heart was racing 100 miles an hour.
Calm down, Danny.
I eventually did calm down, but for all the wrong reasons.
I knew it was only a matter of time before they found out. A loud boom echoed through the hallways, and Mom and Dad knocked down the door to the classroom, holding the Ecto-Dejecto, and the Fenton-Peeler, respectively.
"Nightmare Abbey, Fentons! What is going on here!"
"We detected ecto-activity in this room. Everyone put your hands up if you know what's good for you," threatened Dad.
This was the exact reason the school preferred me to teach the class instead of one of my parents. With me, the door would still be intact by the end of the day.
I saw Dash getting up and thought was going to burst into laughter. Compared to what he did, I'd actually have preferred that. "You Fenturds couldn't even catch the Ghost of Submission! Every time a ghost shows up, you guys only make it worse! You're nothing but a wannabe Phantom!"
Oh no.
"That's – a lie," Dad snapped back. I'd never seen him act like that. He was really upset that Dash had insulted his ghost-hunting abilities. "You know what I think? You're probably the cause of the ecto-spike! Yeah, you're just trying to tear us Fentons apart! Well it's not gonna work, pal!"
Dad snatched the Fenton peeler out of Mom's hands and aimed it at Dash.
I had no clue what was going on, but I didn't want to see what would happen if Dash got hit with the Fenton-Peeler. I ran up to Dash while the Peeler finished building around Dad and knocked Dash out of the way.
"Hey, watch it!"
"This has – "
Before I could snap back at Dash, a sharp pain filled my chest, like my heart had turned metal and was trying to escape my rib cage any way it could. My vision faded to darkness, the last thing I remember being Sam's concerned face.
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