Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.
"All right, class," Mr. Faluca called out. "The tests are out, so be quiet. And before any of you think about looking at your table partner's test, don't. All the tests are different, so you won't get the right answers."
The class just nodded along with this dully, some having already started.
"And," Mr. Faluca tacked on the end, "it's, you know, wrong to cheat…"
Several people let out giggles at him adding morals to the end of the do-not-cheat-on-your-tests spiel as an afterthought.
Silence quickly resumed. Danny quickly got down to question 15, which was talking about density-independent factors that affected population growth, and he grinned widely. He recalled what Faluca had said about the density-independent factors: "If a hurricane blows through an area, it doesn't really matter how many animals there are there, does it? They're all dead."
Danny circled the correct answer for that and sped through the rest of the test, easily answering all of the questions. Sometimes it really paid off to have scientists as parents.
A few days later…
"What'd you get on your test, Tuck?" Sam asked her techno-geek friend curiously at lunch. The two had Biology during different periods and hadn't gotten to compare their grades yet.
Tucker's face fell. "I got an eighty-five percent. Not enough to drop my grade horribly, but enough that I feel it some. I suppose it's a pretty good score for skimming the book right before the test."
Sam laughed. "You really should study. I mean, at least you have time." The two glanced at Danny, who was slumped over the table sleeping, his lunch forgotten and resting by his head. Tucker grabbed the chicken that was on the halfa's plate and moved it to his own as Sam watched in disgust.
"Wha oo 'ake?" Tucker asked with his mouth full.
Sam rolled her eyes at his manners. "I made a hundred with the bonus points added into the score."
"You got the bonus?" Tucker asked incredulously. "I completely blanked on an example of biological magnification and its environmental, economic, and political impacts."
"It was really easy," Sam said, frowning. "That is, if you studied."
Tucker wrinkled his nose. "Why would I study?"
Sam couldn't help but laugh. "What did Danny make?"
The halfa stirred at his name. "Wha?" he mumbled blearily, sitting up and stretching.
"What did you make on the Bio test?" Sam asked.
"O-one hundred five," he said, yawning.
"What?" both his friends asked him.
"B-but—" Sam spluttered. "That's – you even got the bonus? I know that you didn't study!"
"Well, that didn't make you sound like a stalker," Tucker muttered under his breath. Danny and Sam didn't hear him.
"Sam," Danny said, yawning again. "My parents are scientists. Failing English is one thing – failing a science class? I'd be completely dead before you could blink."
A/N: Yeah, kind of abrupt ending. This was inspired by quotes from my teacher and the fact that Danny couldn't possibly fail a science test. I am under no delusions that his parents would totally murder him.