Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, I only apply my imagination to it.
Non-School Education
The teen raised his fist to the level of his eyes, focusing on the image in front of him. Painted on a piece of junk metal, a bull's-eye was begging to be hit on target.
He took a deep breath, then lined his shot to the target. He released his ectoblast, and hit the center ring.
"Yeah, Danny!" Jack hollered, "I knew you could do it! Way to hit the center!"
Startled, Danny jumped. "Huh? What, what are you doing, Dad? I didn't hit the center, I hit a ring."
"Oh," said Jack, "Well, you could've gone along with it."
"Well done, Danny," Maddie said. "You got control over your first power!"
"Yeah," Danny said, "I guess I did."
"See, Danny boy? I told you you could do it!" Jack said, giving Danny a pat on the back that nearly knocked him over. "Come here, my little Superman!"
Rubbing his shoulder, Danny softly corrected his Dad, "I'm not Superman."
Even in the new monarchy, Casper High School, now called The King's High School was still in session. The human teachers had been sacked, and replaced with low-ranking soldiers from the Ghost King's skeletal army. The school was not for teaching though, it was for initiating pro-monarchy propaganda to Amity Park's teenage population.
The final bell rang, and Danny's teacher hollered at the departing class, "Don't forget your two-thousand word essay on why you should worship Pariah Dark. It's due in two weeks. Do it, or else!" The teacher grinned evilly, caressing his spectral sword in his hand.
'Great,' Danny thought, 'one more thing I have to do today. I was supposed to start learning to control my going through stuff.'
As he thought that, his foot sank through t he tiles and got stuck in the floor, receiving laughter from those around. "Bumbling Fenton! This is why you're weak and puny, you impotent halfa!" the teacher mocked.
'I've got to learn to control this soon. Let's see, how can I stop myself from going through stuff? By being the opposite of intangible I guess, by being tangible, solid.'
Pulling his leg out, Danny thought, 'Maybe if I just think 'solid', I'll stay tangible.'
As he walked down the hall, he fought many moments of intangibility by thinking 'solid.' When he got to the stairs however, he was distracted by his favorite cheerleader walking grinned, greeting Paulina. He lost his focus on fighting intangibility, falling through the stairs.
"Ow," he groaned, landing on his back, "I can't forget to stay solid! I'm going to need a lot more practice."