Sorry I haven't updated in awhile! I had camp, friends, a social life, yadda yadda yadda. WHELP, ENJOY!
I DO NOT ON THE SHOW KNOWN AS DANNY OF THE PHANTOM. Onwards!
Danny was silent as the clip ended as Clockwork teleported mini-Danny and mini-Cujo into his tower.
He bit his lip, and his eyebrows furrowed. He crossed his arms. "You mean those two bumbling oafs were my real parents? Do I have any other people that I should know but don't know?"
Clockwork sighed. "You have a sister. You will meet her, but I cannot tell you when in time. But what I can tell you is that you'll meet her in school."
The teen raised an eyebrow. "School? You and Ghost Writer already taught me everything I need to know. Didn't you?"
"Not everything about the Human Realm. Ghost Writer was fair enough for teaching, but I think you need more education on human culture."
"I guess that makes sense, in a weird way." Danny nodded. "When do I start?"
"Tomorrow, I know that is alright with you." Clockwork smiled. "Now, go to bed." He paused. "Son."
Danny smiled back. "'Night. Dad."
LINEBREAK. ZE NEXT MORNING.
After the halfa's 'race against time' morning routine, he ran over to Cujo. "You feeling alright?"
"Yep! I should be on my leg soon. Said by Clockwork preformed by me!" the ghost dog replied with a toothy grin. "He told me you're going to human school. Have fun!"
Danny nodded and pat his dog on the head. He looked at one of his dad's many clocks and saw that it was 6:10. He waved goodbye and summoned his scythe. He was going to get to school early for his schedule. He saw a backpack next to his dog and grabbed it, knowing that his father had put human school stuff inside.
Clockwork had told him what to do in a dream. He often did that with Danny, but he never knew why. As he opened a portal, he turned invisible, not wanting to be seen. He quickly closed the portal, looking around, and turned visible. He ended up on the side of a white building, Casper High.
He was pretty sure the portals he made ended up where he wanted to go, but only travelling through the two dimensions. The teen made his scythe disappear and walked up to the front of the doors.
Danny whistled a random tune and walked into the main office. There was a woman in a blue dress, Who wears a dress as an office assistant? "Hi, I'm here for my schedule. I just wanted to come here early to get a head start."
The lady had a fake smile on her face. "Alright, give me a second here. What's your name?"
"Danny Work." He replied with a small smile, faking it as well.
She nodded and typed on her computer for a few moments. "Okay, here you go," she said as she handed the piece of paper to Danny after it printed. After he started to walk away, he heard her mutter, "Sheesh, that kid looked like a huge nerd."
He added a brisk thanks before heading out the door. His smile faded and it turned into a scowl. "I guess all humans are like that," he said to himself as he looked at the paper in his hands. "Some can be nice I guess, like Sam. But I swear if I see that stuck up, idiotic, blond, pathetic waste of space here in this place I'll-"
He was cut off of his rant by bumping into someone. He looked up and took a good look at the girl in front of him. She had orange hair with a blue headband, teal eyes, a black sweatshirt, blue capris, and small black flats.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking and then I tripped and ran into you-" she rambled.
"It's fine." Danny mumbled.
The girl smiled. "Alright, if you say so." She held out her hand. "My name is Jazz. You look new around here. Why are you at school so early?"
Danny gave her a soft smile back before shaking her hand. "My name's Danny. I'm new, and I just wanted to get a head start before everybody's here."
Jazz flinched at the halfa's name. "Okay, if you need anything, don't be shy to ask for help. See you later!"
He watched as she quickly scurried off around a corner. He blinked. Why was she in such a rush?
You tell me. A voice called back.
Danny's eyes widened and he smiled, starting to head over to his new locker. Hi Cujo! I was wondering when you'd answer.
Well you were thinking to me every five seconds about this human school, the ghost dog retorted. So anything cool happen yet?
The teen shook his head, but then realized that Cujo wasn't with him. Nah, not really. Ran into a girl though, she walked off pretty fast after I said my name.
Huh, weird. Well I'm going to try to get some sleep, okay? Just please stop using your telepathy to me for a while, if that's okay.
He snorted out loud as he reached his locker, number 972. Alright, have a nice sleep. He put his un-needed items in there, like a small placement holder for pens and pencils. He was going to keep his bag so he could find out what he needed first.
Danny looked at his paper and saw that his homeroom was with Mr. Lancer. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that the teacher was also the vice principal. He shrugged it off and walked off to find his homeroom.
He got there with little problems, and saw the teacher already inside, typing at a computer at his desk. "Um, hello Mr. Lancer. I'm the new student here, so I came early to get situated."
The overweight teacher looked over to the halfa and smiled. "Ah, you are Daniel, I presume?" Danny nodded. "Okay, there is a free seat all the way in the back, my left-hand side."
He nodded again and walked over to his seat. He sat down and engulfed himself in his own thoughts. Alright, this one doesn't seem so bad. As long as these people don't pick favorites like I read they do, I should be fine. I wonder if Sam and Ugly Sweatshirt are in this homeroom? That would be pretty cool.
The bell rung, signifying the start of class. As the students piled in, they noticed to fail to see Danny chilling in the back. Maybe it was because he had turned invisible to avoid random questions, but ah, who knows?
As everyone got in their seats, he turned visible, knowing no one was paying attention to him. Mr. Lancer stood up and greeted his class in monotone. "Hello, class. Before we get started, we have a new student with us. Mr. Work, would you come up to the front of the class and introduce yourself?"
The teen shrugged, got up, and walked to the front of the class. He turned around and gave a small wave. His eyes landed on a blond idiot with a hand cast. He smirked. "Hey, I'm Danny." He looked back away from Dash. "I live with my guardian, and I own a full grown Saint Bernard dog. I found him when I was five, and I adopted him. But I swear," he flashed his eyes green for a brief second and glared at everyone. "If any of you mess with my dog, there will be some major issues." He then smiled. "So, any questions?"
About everybody's hand went up. "Alright…" Danny slowly. "How about you?" he pointed to a scrawny kid with red hair.
"I hope I'm not being rude or anything," he started, "but you said 'Guardian', and not parents. Why is that?"
The halfa smiled which relieved the one with glasses. "I don't mind at all. I was adopted when I was abondoned by my real parents when I was five. No need for apologizing," he stated when the kid opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. "I see my guardian as my father, and he couldn't be any better as one."
Then a girl with long wavy brownish-black hair spoke up. She was also wearing a pink shirt. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Danny blinked. "Uh, no. How about you?"
An African-American female teen spoke up. "Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Yes." He replied instantly.
A chubby teen with big, poofy, red hair put his hand down when Danny pointed to him. "Do you play any instruments?"
The halfa shrugged. "Not really, I just know some guitar. My friend is a great guitarist."
"What kind of music do you like?" a random teen spoke.
He shrugged again. "I listen to a lot of music, but I enjoy anything that's older than me." He grinned. "Music back then was a lot better."
"What's your favorite video game?"
"Don't have one." Everyone looked at me, except for the girls (except Sam). I rolled my eyes. "I don't play video games. At all. Next?"
"Where'd you live before Amity?" asked a girl with long blond hair.
"Uh, Wisconsin," he replied, a little hesitant. For some reason, that came to mind, and he didn't like it, at all.
"Are you goth?" asked the girl with the pink top again.
Danny shook his head. "Nope. I just like these colors."
A teen raised his hand, he was sitting next to Dash. "What do you prefer to be called? Daniel, Danny, or Da-"
"Do not, and I mean do NOT ever call me the one you were about to say," the teen almost snarled. "I have a bad history with it. Do not call me that unless you want something bad to happen to you." He smiled. "So, are we done?"
"Alright," Mr. Lancer deadpanned, even though he was a little weary of Danny after the name question. "Go back to your seat, Daniel."
Danny nodded and walked back to his seat, which was by Sam. It doesn't look like Tucker is in this homeroom. He pondered as the English teacher started talking about 'Romeo and Juliet'.
After about ten minutes or boredom, his ghost sense went off. He growled silently and raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Work?" asked Lancer.
"May I go to the bathroom?" he asked.
"You may, but only if you can do one thing." Danny groaned but nodded. "Say anything in a different lanuage, and I will try to guess what it was."
Danny raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless. "Alright. Latine loqui possum Esperantica, quaestiones? Nisi ego relinquam. Vale!" I can speak Latin and Esperanto, any questions? If not, I'll be leaving. Bye!
Lancer blinked as the student ran out of the room, leaving a bewhildered teacher in the dust. "He couldn't have..."
"That was just gibberish!" cried a random student.
The teacher shook his head. "No, it was not gibberish. It was Latin. How he knows Latin is beyond me. I only made out a few words. I heard 'Latin' and 'Questions.'
Mr. Lancer resumed his writing on the board, but wasn't really paying any mind. If that boy is fluent in Latin, who knows what else he has to hide?
Danny was running towards the bathroom, and looked around to make sure that no one was in the bathroom. Since no one was, he went ghost, and teleported outside.
He flew around for awhile, invisible to the human eye. When he finally found the ghost, his eyes widened.
It was one of Walker's goons. Which means, Walker was around here, somewhere.
"Hey, what are you doing here, short and ugly?" he turned visible and flew over to the goon that was floating around the middle of the schoolyard.
The goon's eyes widened as he turned around, only to be met with Danny Phantom's neon green eyes, giving him a death glare. "I, um, uh, was only here for Walker! Who, well, uh, you see-"
"What. Is. He. Doing?" Danny grabbed the goon by his vest.
The goon trembled in fear. "I don't know! He just sent me here to find someone, who I have no idea who!"
The halfa raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like Walker. Usually if he wants a prisoner, he'll-"
"Come here himself? Why, yes Punk, you do know me well."