Hiya, readers! I don't have very many of you, do I? Ah well, it doesn't matter cuz the chappy's going up anyway. I hope you like my line breaks...I had too much fun with 'em. We'll go back to regular ones next chapter (unless you want me to keep coming up with weirdo things to say. If so, I'll warn you that my ideas are running out XD).

"Danny, what happened to your hand?" asked Maddie Fenton, taking off her red goggles and the hood attached to them, revealing eyes that were such an interesting shade of blue they almost looked purple, and copper hair that didn't quite reach her shoulders.

Her son, Danny, glanced down at his bandaged hand. He'd tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious when he used his left hand when he was eating; and consequently made a mess out of his food. "I, err, cut it. In biology…" he trailed off, hoping it didn't sound too much like a question.
"So why is it bandaged so much sweetie?" His mother asked, confused, and Danny was reminded rather forcibly of Mrs. Brown.

"Well, uh, there was a substitute today, and…she doesn't really know first aid, so she sorta….went nuts with the bandages." He lied, as his sister tried not to giggle into her spaghetti.

"Hm…" Maddie put on her 'mom' face as she thought about that. Danny cringed, hoping that she wouldn't see through his lie.

"Well!" she said, sounding almost perky, "I'm going to call the school when we're done eating. It's completely irresponsible to hire a teacher, substitute or not, who doesn't even know basic first aid. And in something as important as biology, too." She said, annoyed.

Her husband, Jack Fenton, looked up excitedly. "Maybe she was overshadowed by a ghost!" he exclaimed as his son breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, Jack. We installed the Fenton Sensors around the school, remember? If anybody's overshadowed, we'll know."

Danny smirked to himself. He knew full well that the Fenton Sensors were the second invention of theirs that they had forgotten to turn on, the first being the Fenton Portal. But they didn't need to know that…

LINE ACHE-Y BREAK-Y HEART :D

Mr. Lancer was just about to leave and lock up the school, when the office phone rang. He sighed; he was really looking forward to a nice hot shower at home. However, he was the only person still there other than the janitors, and they weren't allowed to answer the phone.

He quickly walked towards the phone and picked it up, hoping that whoever happened to be calling didn't want much. "Casper High School, this is Vice Principal Mr. Lancer speaking."

"Mr. Lancer, hi, this is Maddie Fenton. I'm calling about the substitute that my son, Danny, had for biology."

Mr. Lancer furrowed his brows in confusion. "Substitute? There was no…"

Right. This was Maddie Fenton he was speaking to. A pang of fear coursed its way through his heart; if he told her that there wasn't a substitute, she'd become suspicious of something-anything. Whatever Danny had told her. But…if the school board found out….

He gave himself a mental shove, telling himself to get his priorities straight. He didn't want another Jaden Glass, did he?

"Hello?" said Mrs. Fenton, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Mrs. Fenton, the biology substitute. Why is it that you're calling about her…?"

"Well, my son cut his hand, and…well, there are a remarkable amount of bandages for a simple cut, to say the least."

Lancer cringed at the information. "Of course, Mrs. Fenton, I'll deal with the situation accordingly." He had the feeling that the boy hadn't gotten a simple cut, from the way he had positioned earlier with Mrs. Brown earlier that day. Absentmindedly wondering who it was that had bandaged him up, he finished the conversation with Mrs. Fenton and finally left the school.

OOH, LOOK AT THAT, STUDENTS *GASPS* IT'S A LINE BREAK! THEY ARE EXTREMELY RARE AND YOU NEED TO TAKE GREAT CAUTION FOR THEM TO SHOW UP!

"There we go, Danny, now do you mind if I take a look at your hand instead?" said Maddie, as she hung up the phone, not giving her son enough time to be astounded that his lie had worked.

"Uh…" he examined his hand, covered with thick bandages. If he did have a small cut, then he would've obliged in a heartbeat. And he knew his mother knew it.

"GHOST!" came a shriek, as the ghost alarms went off, as well as Danny's ghost sense. They looked around, and Danny's face fell into a horrified expression.

"Ohh, it's a big one!" exclaimed Jack, eyes widening in excitement as he spotted the ghost out the window. He and his wife immediately bounded out of the door excitedly, leaving silence in the house as Danny turned to glare at his sister. She cringed, and put away the now-empty thermos on the table, finally realizing her mistake.

Neither of them spoke for about a minute. Sounds from the ghost battle outside filled the house.

"It took me about an hour and a broken hand to catch that thing, you know that?" he asked, peeved, then transformed and flew outside, without giving her a chance to answer.

Jazz just stood in the kitchen for a few seconds. Finally, she left to go do her homework, muttering "and the Phantom has left the building…"

IT'S A BREAK. FORMED BY A LINE. THAT MUCH SHOULD BE OBVIOUS. HI, BY THE WAY.

Maddie ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding a large fist that hit the ground hard enough to shake the earth a little bit. She got up and sprinted as the giant took another swing.

"Ugh!" she screamed, as she watched Jack dive out of the way this time. How could they defeat this thing when it acted just like an overgrown toddler that wanted something it couldn't have? It had no strategy; no pattern to its punches…all they could do was wait for it to get distracted.

Wait; that was it!

"Jack!" called Maddie, and both the bright orange-suited man and the ghost stopped what they were doing to look at her. Using its split second of surprised, she mimicked the position of using one of their larger guns, before doing a back hand spring to avoid being squished. She almost landed perfectly, but her foot landed on top of some debris-no doubt the remains of the first gun they'd brought. She cringed as she fell backwards, carefully positioning her upper body so her head wouldn't hit the hard pavement. The giant ghost had caught them off guard at the beginning of the fight, and had cost them one of the biggest guns they had.

"MADDIE!" she looked around at Jack, thankful for his call. The big iron fist landed some ways off to her right as its owner became distracted.

Jack was now noticeably closer to the Fenton RV this time; closer to their guns.

The large ghost emitted a loud sound that reminded Maddie of gears whirring-probably its growling-and lunged for Jack again.

"JACK!" she bellowed. The giant roared as he missed the fat man once again, trying to see Maddie. The roar itself, however, was one of the loudest things she had ever heard, and it took most of her concentration to keep running in the other direction instead of curling up in the fetal position and placing her hands tightly over her ears.

They continued their distraction strategy until Jack had a gun in his hands, pointing it at the giant. It loaded a green blast, and Maddie could see Jack grinning excitedly, finger on the trigger, ready to pull on it-

"NO" all of a sudden, and ecto-blast knocked the gun out of his hands, where it went off and shot a hole through a nearby tree. Jack and Maddie looked around frantically, trying to see who or what had done it.

Maddie's eyes narrowed.

Danny Phantom. The ghost kid. Of course he was in league with this giant, they knew he was evil! They had said it so many times, but did anyone believe them? No, they'd rather believe his bogus claim for innocence when he was clearly fooling them. Did they just magically forget how he had kidnapped the mayor and held him hostage? Or the times he was seen robbing those banks? No, they wanted to believe in their super-hero mumbo jumbo, they wanted to believe they were safe…

OH, OH, HERE IT COMES! ANOTHER LINE BREAK! IT'S A PAUSE IN THE STORY! OH MY GOD!

Danny sighed as he saw his parents-his father specifically-start yelling at him for the loss of their gun. It wasn't like he had done any damage to it. Was it too much to ask to not have another bouncing ecto-blast, however harmless they were?

He turned to look back at the Iron Giant. His hand throbbed painfully just by looking at it. Well, he'd have to find something else to hit it with.

He ducked out of the way of a giant metal fist. Well, whatever he hit it with, he certainly had to do it soon, or else the giant would hit him first. It wasn't an appealing idea.

The giant was yelling something, but he had no idea what, as the words all sounded the same from this ghost. Loud and screechy.

The giant became bored with him quickly, though, having faced him before, and started going after his parents again. He groaned-now they were going to blame him for sure. Yay.

What about a streetlight? He flew down and yanked it out of the ground, and whacked the giant over the head with it. It paused and looked up at him, before calmly swatting it out of the way, then turning back to his parents.

Danny looked down at the fallen pole, shocked. His fist had more force behind it than a piece of metal? That was certainly an ego-booster…

His father screamed as the ghost narrowly missed turning Maddie into road kill. He gasped and flew down, picking up the first thing he could think of-a mailbox. He turned it intangible long enough for its contents to fall out, and flew back up.

He knew that the mailbox itself was probably not strong enough to defeat the ghost, if the streetlight was any indication, so he began spinning in midair, faster and faster, thankful that his ghost half didn't get dizzy very easily.

He let go, and the mailbox flew, hitting the giant on the back of its head. This time, he watched triumphantly as its knees buckled, and it hit the ground with a thudthat was probably heard throughout the town.

He didn't waste any time sucking the ghost into the thermos, then disappearing, and reappearing in his bedroom, where he acted as if he'd been there all along.

THE LAST LINE BREAK OF THE CHAPTER…HOW I'LL MISS YOU SO *sobs*

Maddie sighed and sank into the armchair, large enough to fit Danny and his two friends comfortably, but too small to be considered any sort of couch. It was Jack's, his favourite chair in the world, and Maddie had to admit that it was pretty darn comfortable.

She felt physically fine, save for close to exhausted from her latest ghost hunt. Mentally, though… her mind was a blur. It was that ghost kid. Inviso-bill, Danny Phantom, whatever. He was still just a manifestation of post-human consciousness to Maddie. The problem was that he was an intelligent one. Not to mention that he sounded almost exactly like her son, which was a little disturbing. They looked alike, too. Her son was scared of the Phantom, though; she could tell by the way he reacted whenever the topic was brought up. He tried to hide it, but she was a mother. It was hard to hide from her.

It wasn't the only thing he was afraid of, though. He tended to be afraid of ghosts, and even ghost hunting in general, which was a change from when he was little and fascinated in her profession. She couldn't blame him for the change of heart, though, especially when thinking of ghosts like the one she had just fought.

The one that Danny Phantom took. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Most people were thrilled with their "super-hero". Most people took him at face value. He had a child's face-he looked innocent. She rolled her eyes at the mere thought of it. He did look innocent, just like her son, Danny. The difference was that Danny-her Danny-actually was innocent, or as innocent as one could be while attending High School. That ghost kid was nothing but trouble.

For a moment, she let self-pity was over her, wishing that she didn't have to deal with the annoying ghost that dared to take to same first name as her baby boy. He was probably mocking her and Jack. She knew that some ghosts could change their appearance and voice, and Danny Phantom hadn't revealed his name until a few months after he started terrorizing the town-long enough to learn the name of the boy whose parents hunted him.

What kind of game was he trying to pull, anyway? Was he just trying to get on her nerves? No, probably not-ghosts got bored of that kind of thing easily, and he would get on her nerves even without the silly mask and name. Or was he trying to send a hidden message? Maybe he was trying to tell her that her son was evil-but that was a lie if she ever heard one. Just last week had Danny and his friends asked her how to take care of an injured bird that they'd found at the park. Or could the ghost kid be trying to tell her…

No, he couldn't be…

He wouldn't dare…

She stood up abruptly, a feeling of intense anger welling up inside her chest, as well as a twinge of panic.
Nobody told Maddie Fenton that she was a bad mother.

Y'like? I kinda think it's filler-y, but authors always say that and are then proven wrong...I'm not saying that I will be, but it'd be nice if I was, wouldn't it? Next chapter we're going deeper into the mind of Rick Lancer. Hope you're excited.
So drop a review! I always wanna improve, so like I said in NTAT: give me the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Thank you for everyone that has read this and Never Trust a Teacher. And if you've read She Noticed, that's absolutely wonderful too!