Okay, this is the first chapter. I'm writing Chapter Five at the moment. Please tell me what you think of it. This is basically my way of conquering writer's block, so please forgive any late updates!

"Distractions: Busted"

Danny sat as still as he could, contemplating the possibilities lain out before him. On the one hand, he couldn't afford to miss out on this. His future was at stake, as was his mental health. On the other hand, though, everyone's future could possibly be at stake if he didn't give his own up.

He sighed as he pushed his English test away from him in disgust. Looks like another failed semester, he thought miserably. I'm never gonna get into college. He raised his hand to ask to go to the bathroom.

Lancer didn't even bother to look up from his papers to see the raven-haired boy. "If you must Mr. Fenton, but I'm warning you, you'll never get anywhere in life if you continue slacking."

Danny just nodded glumly and walked out of the room. He didn't even bother grabbing the bathroom pass. All the hall monitors knew him by now. He slipped into the janitor's closet when the coast was clear. "Going ghost," he whispered tiredly. In a flash, two white rings appeared around his waist, separating to cover his whole body in their cold light. His skin was now giving off a glowing aura and his piercing, ice blue eyes became glowing, neon green. His favored white, short sleeve t-shirt, the dull, light blue jacket he'd taken to wearing, and his jeans all disappeared under the transforming lights to be replaced by a skin-tight black jumpsuit. The red spot on his shirt became a white "DP" logo. His now-gloved hands ran through his shocking white hair.

He phased out of the closet and started patrolling the halls. He didn't have to look far and soon regretted leaving his future behind on the off-white desk in English.

"Beware, for I am the dreaded Box Ghost! Fear all and tremble before the awesome might of my-" he paused to look at the contents of the boxes he had floating around him, "-paper and art supplies!"

"Can it, delivery boy," Danny said, holding back a yawn.

"I cannot, how you say, 'can it' for I am the Box Ghost! Master of all things cardboard! I cannot control the wimpy cylindrical things you call 'cans,'" the Box Ghost replied. "Now face the wrath of my-"

He was cut off by an ecto-blast to the jaw. "I'm not in the mood for this," Danny muttered, sucking the annoying entity into his thermos. He looked at his watch and sighed, "If I leave now, I can make it back to class for the last five minutes." His ghost sense went off again. "Or not." A sudden ecto-blast acquainted itself with his back.

"Hello, ghost child," a familiar voice echoed through the hall.

"Don't you ever get tired of this, Skulker?" Danny asked in an annoyed tone. "You kept me up till four last night. Four am! Don't you guys ever sleep?"

Skulker just smirked, "Of course, whelp, but not nearly as much as you." He punctuated his statement by punching the halfa in the gut. Danny was sent flying into the nearest wall, which just so happened to be his English class. The wall crumbled on impact and the ghost boy was thrown into the seat he'd vacated only ten minutes earlier. He clutched his head, shaking off the dizziness.

The class was dumbstruck at first, but soon Skulker came through the hole in the wall, "Your pelt will rest at the foot of my bed! I will not rest until your body becomes my most prized trophy!"

Screams echoed throughout the building now, nearly drowning out Phantom's reply, "Apparently, neither will I," he answered, his voice layered by exhaustion. He stood and fired an ice ray at his opponent. Skulker's arm froze and Danny punched it, causing the appendage to fall to metal pieces and ricochet off the surrounding seats. Luckily, by this time the alarm had gone off, so the classroom was empty.

"Ouch!" Or so he thought…

"Sam! What are you still doing in here? I've got the thermos. You don't need to worry-" Skulker took advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration to kick him into the wall on the other side of the room. Danny only grunted and lifted himself off the desk he'd landed on.

"Dude, I've got the thermos right… here…" Tucker, who'd also stayed behind to help out as well, trailed off as Skulker set his sights on him.

"Tucker, get out of the way!" Danny yelled. He immediately swooped in to block the blast Skulker had fired at him. He erected an ecto-shield, but the blast unexpected went through it. Danny blocked it from hitting Tucker, gaining a mild burn on his abdomen. He furiously shot another ice ray at the offending robot ghost, effectively freezing it from head to toe. He then broke off his head and pulled the tiny green glob out of it. Tucker wordlessly sucked the ghost into the thermos.

Sam came up behind them with a small first-aid kit held out as a sort of peace offering. Danny looked down at his boots.

"How bad this time, Danny?" Sam asked, as if she were asking about the weather.

"Just a few broken ribs," he answered, grinning. This was such a normal occurrence by now that it hardly bothered him. Well, except for the pain of it. There was no getting used to that. "The burn should be gone within the hour and my ribs will be fine by tomorrow."

"Skipping gym again?" Tucker asked with a jokingly envious look.

Danny laughed, only to wince a bit, "Nah, I've already got C's in English, Algebra, and Civics. I might as well pass one or two classes. I actually have an A- in Biology. Mr. Wexler doesn't really like giving out homework, so Jazz's tutoring actually helps there. I think I'd have at least a B- in the rest of my classes if they actually gave a hoot about what's going on in our lives," Danny replied, rolling his green eyes.

Sam snorted. "The day Lancer cares about us is the day no ghosts touch this town."

"If only, if only," Tucker said wistfully. "Now, hurry up, guys! Lunch is in two minutes, and I hear they're having hot dogs today!"

Sam scowled in disgust, "It's also the day Tucker becomes a vegetarian. Do you even know what's in hot dogs? Plus, the school hot dogs are blue. Blue, Tucker, and that doesn't even bother you?"

Danny laughed, successfully hiding his wince this time as Sam bandaged his chest. "I'm sure I don't want to know, Sam. I'm already missing sleep. I don't need to start missing meals," he teased. The rings appeared, and he changed back into Fenton.

"You could always join me," she said in a funny impression of Vlad.

"Never gonna happen!" Tucker exclaimed. "We need someone in the middle! Unless, of course, you want to join the side of meat, Danny, then you can do whatever you want."

Danny chuckled, "No thanks. I think I'll remain the lone omnivore." Just then, Lancer came around the corner, his face livid.

"Manson! Foley! Fenton?" he seemed concerned about the last boy, who realized too late that he still had his shirt off.

"I-it's not what it looks like?" he offered hesitantly, pulling his shirt back over his head and trying to cover the scars along his arms with the blue jacket.

I'm so busted.

Te he! Cliffy! You've got to love them, huh? *Dodges more tomatoes*Calm down! The next chapter's longer and already finished. Please review. Reviews=water, and the headaches increase the longer I go without them.