Click. Click. Click. Click. Dannytook a deep breath and began walking through the courtyard to the main entrance. His footsteps echoed in the empty yard, rebounding against the stone walls of the building back towards him. Click. Click. Click. Click. After what could have been an eternity or two minutes, he arrived at the gargantuous mahogany doors. Danny realized now that you couldn't appreciate the absolute size of something like that until you were two feet away. The doors leading to what was probably the entrance hall were no less than three times his height, and if they were taken off their hinges and weighed, probably a ton and a half each. Just as he was wondering how the hell he was going to budge them, they swung open on their own.

Automatized, He reasoned, as he stepped through the doorway. He decided as he glanced around the "room" that he was right about the doors leading into an entrance hall. The room that he had just walked into looked like a large ballroom, with halls branching off of it each leading in separate directions. Just as he was about to give up and scream in frustration, he noticed a small plaque next to each of the doorways. He walked around the room, reading each plaque, until he found one that read 'Main office, Senior art gallery, Italian + Indian restaurants' and began striding down the hall until he reached a doorway branching off of the right side of the hall, revealing a flight of steps that led upwards out of sight. He stepped carefully up, watching his feet as to not trip. A minute later, he found himself in a medium-sized room with pale beige walls, a brown carpet, and white armchairs assorted throughout it. In the back of the room was a plump, redheaded woman with a sweet grandmotherly-like feeling about her.

"Excuse me? I'm Daniel Masters, the new student here?" He said, getting her attention away from the pile of papers she was looking over.

"Was that a question, or a statement?" She barked out authoritatively. Danny had the sudden image of the Lunch Lady.

"A mixture of both, I think. My father told me that I would have papers to fill out, so I came early, just in case." Mrs. Rotteweller smiled, her rough manner gone once more.

"I like you. The last kid who came in here wet his pants, he was so scared. Had to send him home... shame. Your father was right, by the way. Here you go!" She reached under her desk and pulled out a rather large stack of papers. "Sit anywhere you like as you fill them out." She shoved the pile into his open arms and motioned around the room. Hefting the papers into a more comfortable position, He stepped over to a particularly squishy-looking armchair and sat. Bending over the first paper in the stack, he read the first question.

State your first, middle, and last name:

Well, damn. Danny hoped that all the questions were like this. He held his pen closer to the smooth paper, and froze. Or maybe not. He stared down at the question. He couldn't very well put his real name, and he was pretty sure that announcing that he was Phantom on his school forms wouldn't go over too well with the principal. He relaxed his arm, letting the pen fall to his side. The secretary noticed this, as she raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Do you not know your own name?' And she would have been right. He filled in what he was sure of, hoping that his last name would flow once he got started. Daniel James, and after a moments hesitation, Masters was filled into the third blank space. He glanced down at the rest of the questions, flipping through the pages. The first few pages were full of questions about him. Race, gender, height, eye and hair color, et cetera. After that came health questions, meaning if he smoked, drank, had any addictions, how many times a year he had a health checkup, and if he was still a virgin.

No.
No.
No.
0-1 times.
Definitely YES!

He went through the questions one by one, filling in bubbles, writing out answers, and checking boxes. Next came questions about his intelligence, physical fitness, talent... He went through all of them until he came to a large section full of questions like, Define coppery. Define silvery. Now define irony. Or What color is Green tea?

What the heck? He wondered.

What are you... Oh, wow. Dark commented, coming to the front of Danny's mind to see what the issue was. Having fun? Danny barely restrained a scowl from dominating his expression.

What do you think? He quickly scribbled in the rest of the answers and pushed himself into a standing position. This movement caused the secretary to glance up, surprised.

"Finished already?" At Danny's nod, she motioned with one hand for him to come closer. He handed her the huge stack of papers for her to read through, seeing that he had answered every question. Just as he was about to leave, she said, "Wait a moment! You left a question blank!"

"Which one?" He stepped over to the desk, attempting to read the paper she had revealed upside down. She smiled and told him to relax.

"It's just a really short one. I'll fill it in for you. It's asking what your relationship to Mr. Masters is?" Danny closed his eyes. He had left that one empty on purpose, simply because he didn't know. Archenemy? Rival? Nemesis? He though over how they had interacted, not just in the past few months but since the college reunion all that time ago. He realized then what the answer was.

"Father. He's my father." With that said, he took the offered schedule and walked back out into the hallway.

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Thalia sighed as she waked into the school building, early as always. Her father never seemed to understand that school didn't start until seven, and there was absolutely NOTHING for a teenage girl to do for an hour until other people started arriving. Then again, it wasn't like he ever actually listened to her when she was talking and when he did, he would always respond with some weird old catch phrase like, The early bird catches the worm, Thalia. Or, even worse, he would get onto her for complaining about something so small. He would go into this huge rant about-

"GAH!" She collapsed on the ground, barely catching herself as she was snapped out of her thoughts. "Watch where you're going!" She glanced up to see who she had crashed into, expecting it to be one of the teachers that would occasionally leave their crypts (cleverly disguised as classrooms as to cast of suspicion while they slowly turned the student body into mindless slaves. They had already succeeded with several students... Either that, or the victims were actually just hopeless nerds as the counselor kept trying to convince her. Thalia was immune to her vampire mind tricks, however, so she would not be convinced!). It was instead a very familiar face, but she just couldn't place it at first.

"I apologize for crashing into you like that. You okay?" He offered her a hand, which she ignored as she pushed herself to her feet and brushed off her skirt. She glanced at his face again, trying to place where she had seen it before.

"Do I know you?" She questioned, cocking her head to one side curiously. His face was blank for a minute as he appeared to think. All of a sudden, she could almost see a light go on in his head. He swallowed and appeared to think of something to say.

"Oh, you must have met my cousin! He did mention meeting a group of girls the other day in the mall." She could tell that this wasn't the whole truth, but decided not to push it. She thought back, and remembered the boy Ally had introduced her to just yesterday. That boy and the one in front of her right now could have been the same person, except that this one had silver and black locks in place of the creamy white of the one in the mall, and he had noticeably less muscle and skin tone (A/N: Seriously, why is Danny tanner as a ghost? It makes no sense!). No, she decided, they couldn't be the same person. But they were certainly very similar.

"Yeah, that must be it. You know, he never did introduce you mind..." She trailed off, making it as obvious as she could that she expected a name from his mysterious boy. He apparently understood.

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"Yeah, no problem Thalia. I'm Daniel Masters, but you can call me-" He paused. Did he really want to drag the past with him like a toddler would drag a blanket? No, he really didn't. The past was the past, and it was never going to come back. No matter how much he wished it to, the past was dead. He could never go back to it, and he really didn't want to. Having people call him Danny like they did in Amity Park would just be rubbing large, sharp chunks of salt in the wound with an electric sander. In other words, painful beyond comparison. "Dan. Just Dan would be great. My cousin you met is visiting from England, and isn't going to be staying very long. In fact, he left today."

"Oh, that's too bad." Danny smirked at what a terrible liar she was. He decided to enlighten her on this fact, so that she could improve on it for the future.

"You do know that you are a really bad liar, right? Did you not like him or something?" She shifted slightly under his gaze, and muttered her response so quietly at first that he had to strain to hear her, but she gradually got louder until she was speaking in her normal voice.

"Or something. Was there somewhere you needed to be right now, or were you just running into people to see how they would react?" Danny glared at her before chuckling softly.

"If I am recalling correctly, I was just walking along, minding my own business, when you ran into me. And nice job at changing the subject, by the way." Thalia's face reddened slightly, whether from embarrassment or anger Danny couldn't tell. He sighed and answered her question seriously.

"Actually, I was looking for Room 777." The redness vanished from the girl's face as she raised her brows. She appeared to find this statement hilarious. "What, may I ask, is so funny?" She bit her lip and began walking down one of the corridors, with Danny following closely behind.

"Oh, nothing. That's Mr. Roedlive's classroom is all. He's um... kind of mentally insane. Screams about how he's going to take over the world at least once every class period, but other than that he's not too bad, really." Danny stared mutely at her for a minute as they continued walking down the hall.

Is she freaking kidding me?

I don't think so, but you can ask. And ask he did. "Seriously?" She nodded, grinning like an idiot. Well, maybe not like...

"The dude's completely bonkers. You can get away with a lot in his class, though." Let me see, insane, screams out his plans every chance he gets... Who does that sound like?

Vlad?

I was going to say Technus, but yeah, he does too. Dark laughed at this as he asked Thalia out loud, "What class does he teach?"

"Electronics." Told you so... Danny couldn't keep the amused tone out of his voice as he spoke to Dark. He smile minutely and pushed Dark to the back of his mind so that he could continue his previous conversation without interruption.

"Cool. Are you in his homeroom?" Thalia shook her head as she responded.

"No, but I wish I was. Instead, I'm in," her voice darkened, "Mrs. Roselyn's." Danny raised his brow at the change in tone.

"I take it you don't like her?" Thalia glowered at him before she responded.

"She's too nice. Nobody is that nice unless she's hiding something or is evil. Or both." He smirked at her, knowing exactly how she felt.

"Sounds like my old guidance counselor... Hey, is this my class?" Indeed, they had just passed a door labelled 777. Thalia stopped and glanced back at what he was pointing at. She face-palmed and turned around, her face scarlet.

"Yes, it is. And that was exactly what I was going to say at that moment before you interrupted me."

"Mhmm." Just then, his ghost sense went off. He felt a cold mist begin to rise up his throat, causing him to hold his breath until the feeling passed. "Alright, see you later, I suppose." At Thalia's surprised look, he began to worry that he hadn't entirely muffled the blue wisp.

"What was that?" She asked, pointing towards his face. He groaned, thinking fast.

"What was what?" Playing dumb was usually best. This caused Thalia to blink confusedly.

"I could have sworn I just saw..." Danny tried his best to look curious. "Oh, never mind. See you later, then." Danny smiled and walked into his classroom.

When he did so, he was greeted by the sight of Technus, glowing green skin and all, attaching an electric fence charger to the bottom of one of the metal student chairs. When the door opened, he spun around and stood in front of the chair he was working on.

"You are early, human- ghost child?" Danny leaned back against the door frame and waved lazily.

"That's me. Isn't it kind of risky to be in ghost mode in a place like this?" Like always, Technus was more than ready to exclaim his 'scheme'.

"Nonsense! I, Technus, master of technology, have hacked into the surveillance system of this human school! The security guards are currently watching the viral video that the humans call 'Nyan Cat'! They are unaware of anything that goes on in this room, ghost child." Danny glanced at the ghost, seriously annoyed.

"Okay, first of all? Why are you even here? Was Amity Park not good enough for you? And second... Nyan Cat? Really, Technus? Are you trying to cause their heads to explode?" At the mention of exploding, Technus's eyes brightened. He quickly shook of this momentary cheerfulness, however, and answered Danny's question.

"Well, I was just floating through the ghost zone, minding my own business by your parent's portal, when the thing implodes on me. I was blown all the way to Walker's prison! I-" Danny held up a hand slowly, causing Technus to stop.

"Wait, you mean that the portal just exploded? It's not there anymore?" Technus seemed exasperated.

"Yes, ghost child, I believe that's what I said." Danny grinned. This was just too perfect. This meant that he didn't have to worry about Amity being overrun with ghosts, and that he didn't have to rescue them from ghosts anymore. There was just one problem... This one ghost that had supposedly leaked out of Vlad's portal. He attempted to raise a barrier between himself and Dark so that he could think, but Dark stopped him.

I thought I told you not to do that anymore, grumbled Dark. It feels weird.

Oh yes, I'm sure that whatever it feels like is far worse than having a voice in your head.

Do you have any idea what it's like being a voice in someone's head?

Okay, okay, geez. He paused as he tried to put together a way to phrase this without sounding too evil-villainy. What should we do about Technus? He's not a very powerful ghost, and he hasn't hurt anyone yet, but I don't want to risk him spilling my secret to the class. "Class, meet your new classmate, Danny Phantom.. Oops, I mean Masters." Dark chuckled.

That wouldn't go over too well. I have an idea, but you won't like it. Danny listened carefully, wincing once Dark had finished explaining all the details. He searched hopelessly for any flaw in the plan. He really didn't want to do this...

Thalia Kent was halfway down the hallway before she realized something. Yeah, no problem Thalia. The new kid, Dan, had addressed her by name... Yet somehow, she had no recollection of introducing herself. She froze, realizing what an idiot she had been. She spun around and dashed down the hall back towards the classroom. It was not until she got within a few feet of the door that she heard someone screaming. Being that this was room 777, she naturally paid it no heed. That is, until the door flew backwards out of the doorway and smashed against the wall opposite. Thalia stumbled back in shock as she realized that pressed against that door was the possibly late Mr. Roedlive. Her fears were relieved when a small groan was issued from the limp form. Just as she was about to rush over and ask if he was alright, a blast issued from a patch of empty air and smashed into the teacher's limp figure.

"Mr. Roedlive!" Out of the cloud of smoke issuing from the doorway ran a coughing Dan, who leaned on the doorframe for support. A trail of blood trickled down his jaw as he stumbled towards Thalia. "Thalia, run! Get help!"

She hesitated, not wanting to leave the two with whatever the hell it was that kept shooting green blasts at her teacher. Her mind was made up for her when an invisible force shoved her back ten feet, away from the wreckage. Thankfully she didn't get hurt at all, but it was enough to send her running. Just as she dashed around a bend, there was an enormous green explosion from behind her. It was accompanied by a drawn out, pained shriek that she hoped against hope was from the attacker.

"NO!" That was clearly Dan's voice. She put an extra burst of speed into her run, fighting against her common sense that told her it was too late.

The teenage boy in front of him was clearly distraught, that much even Officer Kendall could figure out. The poor kid was huddled in his seat, shivering with fear and flicking his gaze from side to side as if he expected something to jump out at him like in one of those cheap horror movies. He certainly looked like one of the survivors in in that new teenage thriller, what was it again? Oh yes, Innocent Blood II. However, he didn't really appear to be turning into a zombified vampire creature, so Kendall decided that it wasn't a likely cause for the disaster at that snotty rich kid school.

He cleared his throat as he shuffled the papers in his hands, catching the teen's curious gaze. He sighed and propped his elbows on the table between Kendall and the boy. He felt for the kid and all, but this was a major investigation and his superiors wanted the kid's statement by yesterday.

"Hey, buddy. Look, I know this is hard for you, but I need you to answer some questions for me." The boy, no older than fifteen, swallowed back tears and nodded.

"I understand." Kendall gazed at him sympathetically before starting to question the kid.

"Okay, I'm going to need you to start from the beginning. You weren't really that comprehensible when we first picked you up from the school..." This was a bit of an understatement. When they had finally showed up to the scene, he had been sitting against the wall mutely with his knees pressed up against his chest, staring at the mound of rubble as if he couldn't believe what had happened. Understandable, really. Officer Kendall had never seen anything like it in his life, watching those tapes over and over again looking for evidence. The teacher's screams were imprinted in his mind for possibly the rest of his life... That poor kid. "Now, explain to me what happened."

The kid swallowed before closing his eyes with a wince. He appeared to be recalling the event. "I had just left the office to fill out some paperwork, and I ran into one of my classmates... kind of literally. She showed me to my classroom, Mr. Roedlive's classroom, and went off to her own homeroom. I had been seated in my chair for a few minutes before I heard an eraser hit the floor. It had fallen off of the board directly in front of the door, and the teacher went to pick it up. As soon as he crouched down to grab it, a bright green energy blast comes out of nowhere and blasts both Mr. Roedlive and the door outside into the hall..." The boy falters, swallowing again causing his Adam's apple to bob. "I have no idea where it came from. It just... appeared. Anyways, I knocked my desk over in a frantic attempt at getting to him to help, and whacked my head on the desk next to me. Then another blast shot into the hall, and I guess that it made it's mark as well. I had screamed out his name in reflex, hoping that he'd answer me, but he obviously doesn't. I was still a tiny bit disoriented from banging my head, but I stumble out the door to see if he's okay. Then I see the mess against the wall, and tell my classmate, who's the only one in the hall at the time, to get help. I tried to run over to see if he was alright, but I was shoved back by something I couldn't see just as this figure appears in mid-air."

Kendall would have thought that the kid had gone bonkers if he hadn't seen the video footage himself, and even then he had his doubts. Seriously, a guy appearing in mid-air? But his story checked out all right. "Can you tell me what this figure looked like?" The video had been blurry at best, and they had no description except for whatever this boy told them.

"You guys must think I'm mentally unstable or something..." The boy chuckled nervously. "But anyways, I didn't really get a good look at him. It happened so fast, and there was a lot of dust clouding the air. But he was wearing a black and white outfit... I think it was one piece, but I'm not sure. And bright white hair, I remember that as well. He was about five and a half feet tall, probably a bit more, actually. I'm sorry sir, but that's all I remember."

Officer Kendall sighed. It was a very inexact profile, but it was definitely better than nothing. Now all that was left to do would be to look out for flying teenagers with white hair wearing a unitard. I don't get paid enough for this. He sighed and glanced at the boy who was huddled in his seat, black and silver hair hanging in his face. He watched the hair dangle there for a minute. For some reason, that was getting on his nerves.

"Do you need a hair band? Here." He pulled open his desk drawer and held out one of the bands scattered around the drawer. The teen raised an eyebrow but accepted it, pulling the strands back into a multicolored ponytail.

"The janitor sticks them in there when she finds them on the floor." He explained, satisfied now that he could see the boy's face. He was surprised at the sadness inscribed on the boy's features, and felt like he had to comfort him. "You'd be surprised how many reports like this we get per year."

"Floating people in unitards?"

"Lord no. Teachers getting vaporized."

"I know what I'm not going to be when I graduate." Kendall laughed. Kings students had a sense of humor. The things you learn in this line of work... His job done, he leaned back in his soft chair and relaxed.

"You should get back to class. Do you want an officer to drive you back to your school? You still have half a day left, if my clock is right." The boy, quite understandably, winced. At his age, Kendall wouldn't have wanted to go either.

"No, I think I'll be able to get there on my own. Strangers freak me out, and especially right now... I think I'll be fine walking." Kendall nodded as the boy walked out.

"Wait! I forgot to ask your name. I need it for the files." The kid winced, one step away from the door.

"Um, yeah, right. It's Daniel Masters, Dan for short. Got it? Bye!" Dan dashed out the door, shutting it behind him. Kendall stared at that spot from which the boy had disappeared, stunned.

"Masters?" He whispered, still staring. In his career, he had had only one run in with Mr. Masters, and it had scared the pants off of him. The man had been so formal and strict, almost the exact opposite of the boy who had just left. Dan had seemed so quiet and understanding... Perhaps he had misheard the boy? But he was sure of what he had heard, even though it made no sense. As far as he knew, Mr. Masters was a bachelor without any children. It just didn't make any sense! His mind just couldn't connect the shy, humble teenager to the monopolizing businessman that he had met a few years ago.

At their last meeting, the man had publicly humiliated him, causing him to barely scrape up enough votes to get elected. Kendall honestly couldn't believe that that video footage had survived all that time. The video that Mr. Masters had played was from one of Kendall's earlier years in the police force. Apparently, a man had brutally murdered his wife and daughter in their home, and had gone immediately to the police station to turn himself in. He still remembered the short conversation they had had...

"Excuse me? I'm here to turn myself in." A man stuck his head through the doorway of Kendalls room just as he hung up the phone from a distressing call.

"I don't have time for this! I have a major crisis to deal with!"

"No, you don't understand. I am the major crisis!"

"If you'll wait here, I have to go to a crime scene. Apparently a woman and her daughter were murdered in their home."

"But-!"

"I'll be right back, sir."

"But-!" He was cut off as the door closed.

Kendall groaned and took a bottle of aspirin out of his desk. He had been ridiculed for that for years, and right when he thought it was over, Masters just had to pull out the tape and rub it in his face. Or more accurately, in the faces of the voters. Ever since then, he had a personal vendetta against the man,. And he had just let his one chance for revenge slip through his fingers. Or did he...? A plan began to formulate in his mind.

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Danny sped down the street, searching for a place where he could go ghost without being seen by anyone. He would have settled for a phone boot, but he unfortunately hadn't passed one in his walk and was searching for the next best thing.

Nice job back at the police station, by the way. I almost thought you were really a poor victim. A compliment from Dark was rare, and Danny wasn't stupid enough to pass it off as one.

I've had practice. Nice job back at the school, I almost thought you really were evil. A deep chuckle erupted from Dark as Danny kept up a steady pace, trying to find a safe place to change. Finally he spotted an alleyway shrouded in enough shadows that no one would notice the change. He sped into it, pressed himself against the wall, and reached for the pocket of cold inside him that was his ghost half. This triggered the blue rings to wash over him, making him less muscular but tanner. His hair bleached out and his eyes changed to a dark, glowing green as his familiar hazmat suit appeared in the place of his dress clothes. All of a sudden, a thought made him stop.

How was I so stupid?

You'll have to be more specific.

I spent all that time making sure no one made the connection between Fenton and Masters, and I've been changing into Phantom and letting people see me! A pause.

I see... all someone has to do is look up Danny Phantom, see missing person reports from Amity Park, and realize how much you and Danny Fenton look alike.

Exactly!

Did you ever consider changing costumes?

Yes, but I can only take it off for a couple hours at a time!

Did you try transforming it?

Huh?

Your costume was fused to your body during the electric shock. It is a part of your power, which means you can alter it just like you alter your body. You never wondered why it can turn invisible and intangible without you having to concentrate?

I try not to think to hard. It hurts my head. Dark snorted.

Think about what you want your outfit to look like. It's no harder than aiming an ectoblast. You know, Dark commented as Danny began to focus, This explains why you went around all those years in a hazmat suit. I was afraid it was a hereditary disorder.

Danny snorted ruefully as he focused on his suit, imagined it shifting into another form. The outfit he pictured firm in his mind, a released the tiniest bit of energy into his will. He felt a warm breeze blow through him as his skin began crawling uncomfortably. This went on for about minute as the outfit was set to the last detail. At least, he hoped so, as his eyes were closed in concentration. When he was sure it was over, he stared down at his new outfit. He had based it off of an outfit in a comic book he had used to read when he was younger, from a vigilante.

He spent a moment admiring the outfit, flexing his digits in the black fingerless gloves before clenching them in a fist and walking out of the alley, his long black coat flapping against his ankles with each step. His untamed white hair was dangling in his face, concealing one eye. A white bolt of lighting streaked down one tight black pant leg, and a group of jagged white lines on the back made his DP symbol. His white long-sleeved shirt accented the look, balancing out most of the dark colors.

Nice. The combat boots were a bit much, but it could be useful at some point. The spikes on the gloves were a nice touch as well, Danny boy. Who knew you had style?

...Thanks? I guess... And don't call me that.

What? Danny boy? Why?

...Bad memories. Dark quietly agreed, in his own weird way, not to call him that. He now however was trying to come up with a new pet name to annoy him with, so he couldn't be too thankful.

Hey Ghostie!

Rocket man?

Checkers?

Ooh! I know! Dan-dan!

Call me that and die.

The annoying pet names continued for about ten minutes until Danny got to the school and changed back in the outdoor toilet, walking into the school. He checked his watch, then the schedule. He was at this time going to Fifth period, which meant that he had missed lunch. He sighed and hefted his briefcase in his hand as he began up the hallway towards his class. This was Mandarin Chinese, which was bound to be tons of fun. Seriously, who's bright idea was this? He was failing English, for god's sakes!

He winced as the walked past a room with the door blown out of the wall, and a substitute stuttering through the directions to turn on the computers. The rubble from earlier was gone, mostly, and it was hard to believe that this whole thing happened just a few hours ago. He sighed and continued down the hallway to his foreign language class.

When he walked in the door, he was greeted by a tense silence as people froze mid-sentence to glare at him. Even the teacher stopped halfway through her Āndùn xiàlái, lèi. Apparently word had gotten around about Mr. Roedlive.

The teacher recovered the fastest. "Now now, háizimen. Mr. Masters is no more to blame than any of you, and I'm sure he feels terrible enough without all of you making it worse. Daniel, introduce yourself to the class."

Danny took a deep breath as if he was about to jump into a deep pool and stepped beside his teacher to speak. "Um, hi. I'm Daniel Masters, but I'd appreciate it if you just called me Dan, because Daniel is a bit too long. Also, if you ever feel the need to curse you can pretend you were just talking to me." His comment was followed by a short outbreak of laughter, but Danny wasn't kidding. His parents hadn't liked him cursing, so he had always told them that his imaginary friend's name was Dan. Original, right?

"My father is Vlad Masters, maybe you've heard of him." A boy in the back of the room asked,

"Is that why your hair is like that?"

"Actually, I had an unfortunate accident with some peroxide this morning. I did not do this on purpose."

"But I thought Mr. Masters didn't have any children?"

"It's called adoption. It's quite common, actually." With this said, he nodded to the class and sat down in an empty seat near the back. When he was seated, the teacher began handing out quizzes.

"Now, Dan, I know you just got here, but this is to find out what you know. Just do your best and I'm sure you'll be fine." Danny swallowed.

Hey Dark? You don't know any Chinese, do you?

Do you think I know any Chinese?

...I'm screwed.

A/N: I'm soooooo sorry that took me so long! I've just had a long summer, and I really didn't have a lot of time. I discovered boys, and Fanfiction kind of went away from the front of my mind for a while. Just kidding. Sort of... I did my best on this chapter. And since I haven't said this in a while, I don't own Danny Phantom. Though have you heard they might be putting it back on the air?

First person to translate the chinese gets a virtual hug. Unless they happen to be Tyson Ritter, then they get traced down, kidnapped and brought to my secret underground lair. Not kidding.

Till next time! Oh yeah, I need some OC's for some other chapters. Anyone who would like to participate in this is welcome to. Each name should be followed by two adjectives of any type.