Again, I do NOT own Danny Phantom. . . even if I wish I did.

Chapter 2

First Day Jitters

"Oh shit…" she muttered with complete fear as she walked into her first period class. Two dozen steely cold eyes looked back at her as shelooked all around, taking in her surroundings. The room wasn't very large, and blue walls accented an even lighter blue floor. Regular wooden desks were separated evenly around the room, as well as multicolored books.

Great… the décor' is ugly, and so far the class looks like they hate me…

"Hey it's the new girl!" came a nasal voice from the back of the room. Taylor looked back, an eyebrow raised, to see a blonde haired by with a football in hand. He was leaning back in a relaxed way on his small chair, and tossed the football lightly with his hands. Why he had a football in class was beyond her comprehension, and quite honestly she was not going to waste her time asking.

The sound of the boy's voice seemed to awaken the teacher, who looked up and smiled dryly at Taylor.

"Well, it looks like our new student is here… and late too."

The class sniggered.

Taylor felt immediately annoyed, and slightly flustered. To this class at this very moment she was fresh meat, and everyone wanted to get a good bite. That was of course, after they fried her to death on the social grill. Things didn't look good already, but being new, she would have to get used to it.

"I'm extremely sorry Sir. . . I'm not very familiar with this school you see. . . as I've never been to it before." she said in an airy and quite condescending voice. She had always possessed that quality about her that made her stand out, sometimes as a snob. However, she did not feel that way inside.

After this bitter comment, the class laughed at the teacher for his foolishness. He turned slightly red and grimaced.

"Take a seat Miss Hecter."

He pointed a nail bitten finger to a seat right near a boy. He had jet black hair and startlingly blue eyes. For some reason he looked extremely tense. Every second he would glance around as if expecting something. Beside him was a gothic looking girl. She was quite pretty, but didn't have an ounce of make-up on. Beyond her was a boy with glasses. He grinned to himself blissfully as he played with some sort of a hand held game. They didn't look too dangerous.

Slowly Taylor walked over and took her seat near the boy. This seemed to awaken him, and he looked over at her. She returned his glance and smiled slightly. He responded with a slight wave of his hand and a friendly smile. At least these kids seemed alright with her. However, she didn't have enough time to think about that. Quite suddenly, out of the middle of nowhere, a giant slam and a great crack split the floor in the front of the room. The room filled with the shrieks of fear from the terrified teens as they all jumped up from their seats.

Taylor, too, jumped up out of her seat and looked around, her almond shaped round eyes wide with fear and confusion. Was this one of Casper High's famous ghost attacks? Her mental question was answered when a large ghost materialized in front of them. She was quite plump, resembling some sort of a twisted lunch lady.

"Who dares serve fat free yogurt in the cafeteria?!" the woman shouted in her echoing voice.

By now all of the kids had left the room, with the exception of the gothic girl and guy with the game. For some reason she was rooted to the spot, staring in slight awe at this spectral creature. It fascinated her, the way it floated gracefully off of the ground, the pure light radiating off of it. Though it was yes, a dangerous ghost, she could not help but want to reach out and touch it.

That was until the evil lunch lady turned to her, narrowing her piggy little eyes.

"Was it you? You look skinny enough!"

Taylor scowled. She had always been rather thin for her age and height, but that didn't mean she had to be reminded all of the time. She was a distance runner after all.

"No…it wasn't me." she responded with irritation and nerve. The two kids beside her looked at her with disbelief that she would ever find the nerve to talk to the ghost that way.

"You dare speak to your cafeteria server that way?!"

The ghost bared her teeth and materialized large rolls of hotdogs from nowhere.

"Maybe. . . " Taylor responded with a nervous grin, stepping back a few feet.

This was not good.

"Then feel the wrath of my hotdogs!"

With speed that Taylor had never seen anything possessed, the ghostly being reached out and slammed the hotdogs into her shoulder. Unprepared and inexperienced, Taylor was hit head on. She flew back into the wall, all 101 pounds of her. A soft gasp left her lips as she connected with the hard blue wall, and slowly she slid down.

The goth girl and techno boy both groaned in sympathy.

"It'll be alright! Help is on the way!" the girl cried out with a nervous grit of teeth.

Taylor however didn't feel so optimistic. Especially now that the ghost was advancing upon her with an evil smirk.

"Hey! Lunch lady!" came a young and ghostly voice from the corner of the room.

"Huh?" Both the lunch lady and Taylor looked back to see, yes it was indeed, Danny Phantom floating in mid air. His arms were crossed and a slight smirk sat upon his lips.

"It looks like you wasted all of your meat hurting people... again. . . why not try a little pro TEEN!"

Danny Phantom slammed into action, punching the lunch lady with a devastating uppercut. She screamed in agony, causing Taylor to cover her ears and close her eyes. The very sound sliced into her, and she could not stand it any longer. She didn't want to deal with it now, especially with the cutting pain of her shoulder.

After many bangs, booms, and shrieks, there was no more sound. Taylor was afraid to open her eyes for fear that she was dead, and only did so when a hand was gently put on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Danny Phantom inches from her, human concern and compassion evident as he looked over her bruised body.

"Are you okay?"

Behind him were the two teens, the gothic one looking concerned and the techno one biting his bottom lip as he watched her.

"I'm fine.." she answered in a clear and concise voice, trying to stand up.

The ghost boy gently pushed her down and smiled warmly.

"It's alright. I'll take you to the school nurse."

This was Danny Phantom, and she was proud to be meeting him, but she didn't want to feel helpless and weak. That was not a part of her character. Any time Taylor Hecter lost, it was with a tremendous fight. Before she could protest however, the ghost boy scooped her up in his arms. She gasped slightly, beginning to struggle when he said in a gentle and kind voice, " Don't be afraid. I'm here to help you." Something about the goodness in the way he carried himself made her trust him.

The ghost boy turned to both of the teens and nodded. The girl looked slightly annoyed as he eyed Danny and Taylor.

"I'm just taking this..citizen to the nurse. See you two..citizens around…after school at my house- er secret headquarters maybe..?"

The techno guy grinned and nodded while the girl rolled her eyes. Somehow Taylor began to get the feeling that he was familiar with them, but she didn't get to dwell on it much longer.

"Th..anks…wha? What are you doing?!" she asked with fear as the ghost boy walked towards the wall and did not stop.

"This is the quickest way," he explained politely.

She did not know what happened, but her and the boy simply stepped through the wall as though it were air itself. Taylor was shocked, and completely intrigued at the same time. Danny Phantom saw the look on her face and simply said," Intangibility."

"Intangiwa—ahhhh!"

He held onto her a bit tighter as he literally sunk with her into the floorboards. Taylor closed her eyes tightly again, only feeling the cold almost non- existent protection of his arms. Then she was carefully put down on a chair or some sort of seat.

She poked one eye open and looked around.

He was gone.

"I didn't even get a chance to thank him.."

However, somehow, she knew that he could hear her.

This was quite a jump wasn't it? Poor Taylor isn't even in the school an hour and she was a deadly encounter with a ghost! Good thing Danny was there to help her. . . but things might not get too much better for him if Taylor gets any more suspicious. As you can maybe tell, she is a natural detective, always questioning and observing.

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