Okay, here's chapter three. This has been a fun story to write even though I'm not usually very good at writing in third person. I would like to thank all those that have reviewed and urged me to continue.

Disclaimer: Let's see...what do I own...*looks around room* Oh! I own that-No, my mom bought that for me. Darn. Anyway, I obviously do not own Danny Phantom or anything else you might recognize. I'm just borrowing the characters and I will possibly give them back when I'm done. Possibly.

Chapter 3

Danny slammed the front door so hard that it seemed to rattle the whole house. He stormed down the cracked side walk in the direction of Sam's house.

The raven haired teen sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He let his pitch black hair fall into his face as he mulled things over.

Okay, so maybe he over reacted just a little bit, but come on! How can they just spring something like that on him and expect him not to freak out? And then when his Mom said they could have "fixed" him didn't they realize that he may like the way he is? After all, he had been this way for two years, and it would be just flat out strange to go back. For a moment the troubled teen imagined what it would be like to go back to being just a normal kid. Sometimes he thinks to himself that it might have been better if he had never became Danny Phantom, but then he thinks of all the good times he'd had as a half ghost: flying with his friends, playing pranks on Dash, flying with Sam, erm…..playing pranks on Dash…..

But no, of course they hadn't realized that he might want to be this way. They were ghost hunters after all, and to them he was probably just another lousy ghost.

Danny took his hands out of his pockets, and blew his messy hair out of his eyes as he neared Sam's house. He barely succeeded in not stomping up the stairs and knocking the door down. Just barely.

He took a deep breath and rang the door bell. Danny waited as he heard the chimes echo around the mansion. Finally, he heard a yell from inside.

"Samantha! Could you get the door, darling?"

"Mother, my name is Sam not Samantha! Besides, I'm wearing pink!"

Danny chuckled. That was so Sam. The teen heard the clatter of high heels on marble floor. He barely had time to compose himself before Mrs. Manson opened the door with an air of annoyance.

"We are not interested in anything you are selling," the woman said in a polite, yet cold, voice.

Danny cleared his throat before speaking, "Actually, I'm here to see Sam. I'm Danny, you know that kid that Sam's known since first grade?"

"Oh, you," Mrs. Manson had a look on her face as if she were smelling something foul, "I'm sorry, but we are about to leave for a party. Don't bother coming back later." With that she firmly shut the door right in Danny's disappointed face.

From inside Danny heard Sam asking her mom who it was, and her mom replying that it was no one worth their attention. With a sinking heart, Danny huffed down the stairs and headed in the direction of Tucker's house. Hopefully the techno geek would be of some use.

Danny arrived at the front stairs of Tucker's modest home to see that there was no car in the driveway and no lights on in the house. He stood on the sidewalk in front of the house for a moment with his mind blank. Tuck was his last hope and he sure as heck wasn't heading back home. If he had been thinking rationally he might have realized that he could have called his friend, since the Tucker always had some sort of gizmo on his person. That was only if he was thinking rationally, though, and at the moment, of course, he was not.

Danny sighed when he remembered that his sister was at the library. He turned once again away from the house of a friend, and headed in the direction of Amity Park's own library.

He was sure that Jazz would know what to do. She had to.

Edite Date: 5/30/10