I was so tempted to post this earlier… As it is, this is a day early ;) Thank you for so many reviews! That's the biggest response I've ever gotten to the first few chapters! THIRTEEN WHOLE REVIEWS! *Tear* I'm so happy!

I'm currently sitting on a comfy little worn-out recliner in my room. If I owned Danny Phantom, I think I'd be sitting in a mansion library on a bigger laptop dipping those cookie straw things in hot chocolate. (Mm, yum ) You can tell the difference.

"Distractions: Positive! Positive. Positive…"

In hindsight, yelling at a teacher isn't the smartest way to go. Well, there's no sense in trying to change the past. A picture of a smirking time master entered his mind, causing Danny to roll his eyes.

People in the hallways were whispering around him. Even Dash was leaving him alone. It has all happened before, though, so Danny wasn't too worried. He was convinced they'd forget it by the next week, maybe even the next day. At least, he hoped they would. He knew for a fact that Dash would, and that Lancer had told everyone it was a crossfire accident. The rumors weren't too bad… yet.

"Lancer doesn't seem all too into the lesson today, does he?" Tucker passed a note to him, giving the teacher worried glances. Danny didn't take his head off the desk. It was true, Lancer seemed to be fretting over something on his desk, but Danny didn't really care.

I deal with the paranormal problems; someone else can handle the abnormal ones. This thought made him feel guilty, though, so he looked up at Lancer and tried to pretend to be paying attention. In reality, the boy's ankle was starting to swell for some reason, and his ribs were still on fire from the pull-ups. He was grudgingly thankful to Lancer for keeping him off that cursed bar for the rest of the week, even if he'd have to wear an unnecessary bandage, too. He was still trying to figure out why Lancer hadn't been giving him detentions lately.

Sudden realization struck in the form of Sam snatching the note and answering, "Danny, what if he's getting suspicious?"

Tucker laughed humorlessly at the sight of the words. "Wouldn't that be just our luck? One of the many clueless people in Amity Park uncovers the mystery that is Danny Fenton, and it just so happens to be his English teacher." He rolled his eyes, struggling to scribble the rest of the note before the bell rang. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to get all worked up about nothing!"

"I don't know, Tuck," Danny wrote, eyeing the man skeptically. "He has been acting weird ever since that incident with Skulker. I mean, he's only managed to give me one detention this week, and that was because Principal Ishyama was just coming around the corner."

Tucker gave a low whistle, just as the bell decided to catch them, "Whoa, dude, this is serious."

"Let's give it a few days," Sam added, hastily scrambling to pack her notebook into her already overflowing backpack. "He might just be sympathizing for Danny's recent 'crossfire' incident."

Both boys glanced at it and nodded as they left Lancer's room, none of them remembering to pick up the note they left on Sam's desk.

This next bit was inspired by something that happened in school. I can't remember what, but I wrote it down in French. It was originally "senior class."

"Bow down, sophomore class! Danny Fenton is determined to have a good day!" Sam said sarcastically as the trio made their way to school the next morning. Danny had gotten sleep last night, considering his parents had completely flipped out about his "incident." He had been forcefully detained to his room. Granted, it had been about six hours (his ghost sense gone off while his dad was sleeping), but that was still a big feat for the boy who usually got two. (A/N Sorry this isn't the parent-flip-out part some of you wanted… That's a cliché for later.)

"More like duck down," Tucker stage-whispered. Danny glared at him. "What? I'm telling you, Danny, you can't have a good day just for the attitude. Face it, dude, the universe is determined to keep you from enjoying a whole day. Having the attitude is just like trying to spite it. This cannot end well," he finished mock-sagely.

Sam smacked his arm playfully, "Don't ruin it, Tucker."

Danny chuckled, "It works for other people, so why not me?" At this, Tucker's eyebrows lifted, a retort dancing on the edge of his tongue. He swallowed it down in the face of the double glares from his best friends. "You never know," Danny continued, "It could've been that my attitude's been wrong all along."

Tucker snorted, but refrained from speaking as Sam raised a fist once more.

"So," Sam started, "Now that it's settled the universe has decided to cut Danny some slack, what is the great halfa going to do with it?"

This seemed to throw the halfa a bit. "I… don't know… What do normal kids do on good days?"

Tucker downright laughed so hard, tears ran from his eyes as he answered, "Dude, you can delude yourself into thinking today's going to be good, but you can't possibly expect it to be 'normal person' material."

"Wow," Sam said scathingly, "Tuck knows what 'delude' means."

Tucker jerked a thumb at Danny, "Danny's the only clueless one in that department. I had it all crammed torturously into my head. All the video games in the world will not be able to rid me of that curse," he finished mournfully.

"I still have no clue what I'm going to do today," Danny cut in, not necessarily caring about the newest slight to his intelligence.

Tucker's eyes suddenly shone mischievously, "You know what we should do today?"

Danny rolled his eyes, "Yes, Tuck, I have it all planned out. The past five times I've asked you were just for dramatic effect."

"Five?" Sam asked, smirking. Danny just sighed exasperatedly.

"We should have…" Tucker began, trailing off dramatically.

"Oh, spit it out already, Tuck!" Danny said, glaring at his best friend.

"…a prank war."

I had to rewrite this chapter at least three times. If you don't like it, deal. XP

Nice cliffy, huh? Not as awful as the first two, I hope. Please review for the slowly-developing-mental-issues-writer (try saying that five times fast) I'm the type of author who will take every miniscule detail into account, then forget the big ones…

CHALLENGE! (I really can't find hardly ANY of these and it's getting on my nerves.) Danny somehow loses his ability to go ghost (ie-parental experimentation, freak occurrence, yada yada yada) so he resorts to rescuing people in his human form. Rules: No adult themes. Keep language down to a K-rating. Character death allowed, but strongly discouraged. Secrets may be discovered, but that's not really good considering he can't go ghost. He MUST save people as a human. Preferably not in a ghost fight. Think along the lines of average heroes. You may maim him, just nothing too bloody/gory.

CHALLENGE #2! Either I'm really bad with research, or people avoid the classics way too much (I'm thinking it's the former…) Danny Phantom is gone (runaway, quit, NOT HURT/ DEAD… maybe hurt but not hospital worthily, taking break, unable to go ghost, etc) Amity Park is falling to the ghosts. The Fentons and Valerie (and the GIW, if you want) realize the importance of this ghost they hunted. The question is did they realize it in time? This is a cliché, so it may (who am I kidding?) will end up in this story. Same rules apply. Well, except for the saving people as human and onward.

If you accept, review this chapter telling me which one (if not both) you're doing.

If you accept a challenge and post the story before I'm done with this one, you and your story get a mention! Come on, people! I'm so desperate, I'm offering free advertisement! Normally you ask for a cyber cookie or two for this!