Hi! It's your loyal authoress, Corin. I didn't expect to have something up so soon, but I had to do it. {You just wanted to get rid of the chapters you already have. What are there, like 5? And that's not counting the other 3 stories you have in the works.} Allie, why are you here? Didn't you want to play with your Spiderman doll? {Uh, yeah, but I'll always have the time to mess with you ;)} [Um, are you two arguing again?] {Yes.} Pretty much, yeah. What are you doing here, Rose? [Um, as your conscience and inner voice, I don't want you two fighting. You'll just have to pick up the pieces afterwards.] Good point. Allie, can we make up? {No. It's fun to mess with you.} Why, I oughta... *grabs Fenton Anti-Creep Stick* {Uh, you know that's just a bat, right? *gets attacked with bat* AAH! *runs for life*} [You two... not again. Anyway, since they left, I'll open the chapter. We forgot the disclaimer last time, so no one in Corin's messed up brain owns Danny Phantom. However, she does own Corin, Allie, and the Mason family, so don't steal them. Anyway, on with the show.]
Chapter 1 The Ghoul in School (I know, cliched)
"Wakey wakey, little miss sunshine." Allie shook me awake.
"Ugh, 5 more minutes..." My barely awake mind registered a snorting sound.
"You said that 20 minutes ago."
"Fine, fine, I'll get up." I said, managing to leave my bed. "Where's my caramel latte?" I felt a coffee cup press into my hand.
"Right here, bossy-boots."
"Thank you. I wouldn't survive the mornings without you." I said, taking a sip of the sweet caffeinated beverage.
"I know." Allie said smugly.
"I was talking to my coffee." I replied, glaring at the morning person. She rolled her eyes.
"Get ready, will you? I don't think the school will appreciate you coming to school like that." She said, smirking at my bed head and black fuzzy pajamas with red swirls at the cuffs and collar. I gazed at her outfit, a pink and blue striped sundress which reminded me of cotton candy. She left our room as I began to make myself decent.
"I'm ready!" I shouted as I all but ran downstairs. I'd tried my to be presentable, wearing a loose black t-shirt with the words 'I'd rather be a ghost than a sparkly vampire' on it in white lettering, a neon green Pac-Man type ghost beneath those words. I had on a pair of black skinny jeans on as well, punctuated with indigo Converse decorated with silver shooting stars. My hair was in a messy ponytail (A little like Ember's, but not flame.), silver hoops completing the look. There were also my constant accessories, a black leather cord covering my tattoo my left wrist and a digital watch on my right. All in all, my average clothing. (I won't be describing this again. The only thing that'll change now is the shirt, and the shoes.) Allie snorted at the words on my t-shirt.
"You really know how to tease the locals, don't you?" I beamed at her words.
"I'll take that as a compliment." I said, grabbing a croissant for breakfast, as well as putting my coffee in a to go cup. "Let's just head off. I don't want to be late on my first day."
"Let's go. After all, I need to prove to the world that it is possible for Corin Rose Mason to be on time for something." I rolled my eyes at her. Her peanut butter and sunshine hair was pulled up in a cheerleader ponytail with a white bow. I looked over her outfit.
"How are we even related..." I muttered, staring at her pink and blue cotton candy striped sundress, yellow leggings, and white Converse. (Just to clarify, I don't own Converse. The company, anyway. I do have a pair of Converse, but that's beside the point.)
"I don't know, most days." Allie teased. "Let's go."
A few minutes later, we arrived at school.
"Casper High... No wonder they get attacked so much. This place is a ghost magnet." Allie whispered in my ear.
"Yup. I wonder if we'll see that Danny Phantom kid today." She beamed at my statement.
"Yay!" she said, twirling around. I cringed at the peppiness. We got our schedules, which were the same, and headed to our first class: English, with a guy named Mr. Lancer. Weird, usually the schedule gives a first name too, but it didn't. Just... Mr. Lancer.
Whatever. I thought to myself, walking nonchalantly into the class.
"Class, we have two new students. Corindia and Allinara Mason." I blushed at the sound of our full names, Allie shaking with silent anger next to me. I winced mentally. She hates her full name.
"Um, it's Corin, and my sister is Allie." Allie visibly calmed, and I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
"Yes, yes, very well. Corin, you may sit in the seat by Ms. Manson-" I looked around, and a goth girl with short black hair pointed to the seat to her right. "-and Miss Allie may sit by Ms. Sanchez." A cheerleader's squeal rang out.
"I love your dress!" The girl cried, apparently a chirpy Hispanic Miss America.
"Well, that's just flipping perfect." Allie muttered, all traces of happiness gone from her expression. I winced in sympathy. What? She may be a cheerleader and a little ray of sunshine, but she's no fashion obsessed airhead. She's a nice person, very smart, and doesn't want popularity. Fortunately for me, popularity comes with being a cheerleader. That way, I know what the airheads are up to. Easier to mess with them that way. Anyway, Allie would be miserable. Thankfully, I was far away from the evil cheerleader. I plopped down next to the goth.
"So, you got a name? Other than 'Ms. Manson'?" I asked in the most teachery voice I could muster. The girl smirked.
"Sam. Sam Manson. Call me Samantha and you'll be the newest ghost." I smiled.
"Corin. Corin Mason. But you knew that.
"So, what's with Sunshine over there? How are you two even related?" I sniggered.
"She's my twin, and trust me, we're more alike than we look. She's gonna hate sitting next to Beauty Queen over there." Sam gave a smile.
"Her name's Paulina. She's evil incarnate and shallower than a puddle. Stay away from her. For your safety. That much concentrated perky is damaging to your health." she said seriously. I started chuckling. Mr. Lancer noticed, and promptly reprimanded me.
"Ms. Mason, please refrain from laughing in my classroom."
"And smiling, blinking, breathing..." Sam whispered. I hid my smile.
(~*~*~*~*~)
"So, is the hair real? Or is it dye?" Sam asked when class got out.
"Real." That was the easy answer, since it wasn't dye. Saying how I got the streaks would be way too complicated.
"Time for lunch. Word to the wise, don't eat it. You will regret it." Sam advised. I smirked.
"Duly noted. Can my sister and I sit with you?" Sam shrugged.
"Sure, but don't be surprised if I snap at her. I'm not used to seeing non-evil cheerleaders." I laughed.
"Believe me, she's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet." We waltzed into the cafeteria, when I heard a yell.
"FENTON!" The voice shouted. Sam winced, her expression saying "Not again..." A jock with a blond buzz cut was racing towards a scrawny kid with spiky black hair. (3 guesses who they are, and the first 2 don't count.) I jetted over and stood between the boy and the jock, the black haired kid having been knocked to the ground.
"What do you want with him?" I asked politely, in a cool tone that Allie recognized as one to fear.
"None of your business, goth newbie." I ignored what was supposed to be an insult.
"What did he do to you?" I pointedly asked. The jock's eyes narrowed.
"I failed a math test."
"And how is that his fault?" The blonde looked confused.
"It's not, but..."
"Then go away. You have no reason to beat him up." The jock looked at the kid behind me, then saw the fire in my eyes. He glared at the kid.
"I'll be back for you, Fenturd. When there are no goth geeks to protect you." I rolled my eyes as he walked away. I looked around. Apparently, he doesn't get confronted often, as there was a crowd. I glared.
"Go on, nothing to see here!" The crowd slowly dwindled.
"Thanks." I heard. I looked behind me to see the kid getting off of the floor, dusting his red and white shirt.
"No problem. I hate jocks, especially the ones who bully people."
"Still, not many stand up to Dash. I owe you."
"Nah, I didn't hear you ask for help. Consider it my favor to you. Hi. I'm Corin." I held out a hand, ready to shake his.
"I'm Danny." He said, taking my hand. The moment we touched, a blue wisp left his mouth and the rose tattoo on the inside of my left wrist started buzzing and glowing. A sure sign of a ghost. He started looking around as if waiting for an attack or something. When I stared at him, he looked flustered, and nervously said, "I've... gotta go. See you later, Corin." He rushed off, and I headed back to Sam, who was gaping at me with an incredulous expression.
"Dash... backed off. How...?" I grinned.
"I've hated bullies for as long as I can remember. I use that hatred to give me the guts to defeat them."
"I still have questions." Sam said, a stubborn expression clear on her face.
"Mine first. Is it true that Amity Park is the most haunted town in America?" She nodded.
"Yeah, why?" She looked down, reading my shirt. She chuckled. "You'll fit right in here."
"I finally got away from pom poms for brains. How are you, Rosie?" Allie said as she came up to us. I blushed in embarrassment.
"Allie, don't call me Rosie." She looked shocked.
"But then how on Earth would I annoy you?" I rolled my eyes.
"Sam, where are we going to sit?" I asked, eager to change the subject. Sam scanned the room, her eyes lighting up when she saw 2 boys at a table by themselves on the far end of the cafeteria. She started in their direction, Allie and I following close behind her. The two boys were having a conversation about... Boxes? One wore a red beret and nerd glasses, his hideous yellow shirt clashing horribly with his olive green cargos and dark skin tone. His eyes were glued to a PDA. The other guy was Danny, the boy from earlier. His white t-shirt was accented with red, his raven black hair was falling into his icy blue eyes... Wait, what am I saying? I actually found him attractive? Normally, I'd act on those feelings, but he and Sam were staring at each other in a way that told me all I needed to know. As their gazes locked, the geek looked over at me.
"Lovebirds..." he mouthed. I sniggered, bringing them back to reality.
"Hi. Danny, right? I guess you were right when you said you'd see me soon." He nodded. The geek spoke up.
"Hi. I'm Tucker Foley. That's TF, as in Too Fine." I laughed.
"Really? I'm Natalie Ingram. That's NI, as in Not Interested. That was the lamest pickup line I've ever heard. What girl would fall for something that cheesy?" Danny and Sam froze, the burst out laughing. Allie smiled. Tucker just looked deflated.
"Well, you've definitely earned a spot at our table, Corin. Who's your friend?" Tucker was about to spew a cheesy pickup line when Allie interrupted him.
"Hi. I'm Allie. Corin's twin sister. I have the exact same opinion of you, so don't even try. No pickups, since I say no in advance. Okay?" She said in the bubbliest cheerleader voice I'd ever heard. Danny clapped slowly, looking amused.
"The Mason sisters strike again." Sam said, nodding in approval. We sat down in response.
"So, where are you from?" Tucker questioned, attempting to make conversation after two rejections in five minutes.
"New Orleans, where the freaky and supernatural happens almost as often as it does here." Allie sighed at my answer.
"I'm not a fan of the supernatural, except for Danny Phantom. He's hot!" She said, acting like a fangirl. Sam, Tucker, and Danny exchanged knowing looks, and I raised my eyebrow in suspicion. What did they know?
Before I could say anything, that strange blue wisp escaped his mouth as my tattoo buzzed and glowed. Allie, seeing the glow, gave me a look that said "Go. I'll cover for you." I leapt up in sync with Danny, and we ran off in opposite directions. As soon as I was sure that I was alone, I shouted my battle cry.
"Spectral Shock!" I cried, a green mist swirling around me. My black and red hair faded into snow white streaked with jade green, my hair suddenly becoming down with a green braid tying back my bangs. My clothes became a black and silver outfit, the shirt with one silver sleeve, showing my midriff. There was a black skirt, accented with silver. At the bottom of the shirt and skirt, there was green lace. The shoes were black knee high heeled boots, accented with silver. There were fingerless gloves, one silver, one black, and a vine was wrapped around my bicep. My brown eyes became a pinkish green, and there was a rose curled up into an S on the shirt. My logo. I was no longer Corin Rose Mason, 15 year old goth girl. I was Spectral Rose, ghost girl and former protector of New Orleans.
I flew through the halls, searching for danger, and heard shrieks coming from the cafeteria. I zipped in to see Danny Phantom fighting some sort of ghostly robot. I promptly turned invisible, wanting to see how this went.
"Skulker, just give up. I've gotten better, you haven't. You don't stand a ghost of a chance." I smirked at the witty remark. The white haired teen-Who sounded eerily familiar- was shooting ecto blacts the same electric green color as his eyes.
"But I've gotten a few upgrades, ghost child. I won't rest until I can hang your pelt on my wall." The robot-Skulker- exclaimed. I shuddered at the pelt comment.
"Skulker, for the last time, eww. You're even more of a fruitloop than Vlad." I chuckled. I didn't know who the heck this Vlad person was, but the fruitloop thing was hilarious. Skulker appeared enraged, about to blast him, when I let my invisibility drop.
"That's enough. Playtime's over, robo dork." Both ghosts stared in confusion, Phantom's gaze filled with interest. I took the opportunity to spread water through Skulker's circuits. He froze, sparked, and fell to the ground. His suit was smashed, leaving only parts and a little green blob. Phantom floated down to it, and sucked it into a thermos. He looked at me afterwards.
"Should I thank you, or are you going to attack me?" I blinked in confusion. People team up with him, then fight him? (*cough cough* Valerie *cough*) Harsh.
"I'm not going to fight you unless you give me a reason to. Since you've proved that you are the good guy, and protecting the humans, I've no reason to attack." Now it was his turn to blink in confusion.
"You... protect the humans?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, so do you. Your point?" He shook his head.
"The thing is... most of the ghosts I've met try to destroy them." I shrugged.
"We were all humans once. Why hurt our previous species?" Especially if you are part human... I added in my head. He didn't need to know that part. He nodded.
"Do you have a name?" He asked.
"Of course. I'm Spectral Rose. Call me Rose. I'll see you later, Phantom." With that, I vanished.
So, what did you think of this chapter? I know it's mostly dialogue, but it's still early on. Don't worry, there is a plausible explanation for Corin being a halfa, and it'll come in a few chapters. I should have the next few up fairly quickly, since all I have to do is type and edit. {Don't be lazy!} Don't worry Allie, I won't, but school starts back tomorrow, so I might not update as soon as I'd like. [Yeah, so she'll have the next chapters up as soon as she possibly can.] What Rose said. This chapter is longer than the last, but the next one is gonna be kinda short. It isn't filler though. It has significance. {Who are you trying to fool?} Don't make me get the Creep Stick. Okay, so it is filler, but there are a few important things in it. {Not the Creep Stick! *runs away again*} Anyway, here are my responses to my reviews!
Responses to Reviews:
its-ackim95- Thanks for the confidence booster. I'll have stuff up ASAP, and I already have a basic storyline. Thanks for being my first reviewer.
Anyway, please review. Reviews are the motivation for an author, and as addictive as chocolate. Thanks again to its-ackim95 for reviewing. I'll see you soon. Authoress, out. ~Corin