I promised BlindingNight15 that I wouldn't downright copy the story. I told her I plan on changing a major of it but still have the basic of it. So here it goes. Warning to those who read Night's DDe Phantom story before she took it down, it's not going to be the same. Sorry.

She already told how it was going to play out and I'm still using that idea, I'm just changing it to how I would have written her story. It's still the same general idea really, just a different flow.

Also, here is the list of generbend people.

Danny (DD/Deena), Sam(Syler/Sam), Tucker(Trixie), Jazz(Jasper), Ghost writer, Valerie(Vric), Dani(David), Kwan(Kanya), spectra, Dash(Tiffany/Daisy), Paulina(Paul), Star(Jupiter), Freakshow, Ember McLean (Emrald), Nocturne, Youngblood, Johnny 13(Lilly 13), Kitty(Kert), a more others on in the story.

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday, DD.

A story is a lot like a web. Each sentence is a thread, woven and interlocked with each other. Separate they are insignificant, mere strands that flutter in the wind. However, when expertly weaved together, it can ensnare and trap the unsuspecting. But for those who know it is there, it brings pause and awe. Are we not all weavers of our own webs? - Unknown

Long ago, there was a war. A war that unity two worlds together to destroy a common enemy. They won. However, one world claimed the victory as their own and the other accused the other of treason.

Between the two worlds was a bridge. A beautiful white ribbon. It's glittering green stones was what kept it together. After the downfall of the truce between the worlds, a small battle broke out. In order to protect both their worlds, the two came to an agreement. They are to never have contact with each other ever again.

To enforced this new law, two organizations where formed.

The NTens

The Council

The two broke the bridge down into tiny pieces and scattered them across both their worlds. Each member took one of the green gems and kept them.

Just in case another universal war broke out.

To defeat a common enemy. They would need that bridge to be rebuild.

3 weeks, 5 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes, 8 seconds left

Deena, or as her friends and family called her, DD, dreamed of a world beyond her finger tips. A place she could only see when she closes her eyes. A place where people flew, water and earth defined gravity. It beginning when she was just a little girl, she could wake from a dream of a place filled with a green sky and strange unearthly plants.

It was like space. Unknown and strange.

How she wanted to just jump into the sky, and catcher a little flaming stars called suns in her hands and hold them close. Everything fascinated her. Everything that science just couldn't explain. She wanted to find the truth.

She wanted to know more about her dreams. Of that unknown world with strange beings.

Thinking, she wonders how they- the humans- came to be as well.

Why were they here? How were they here?

Most people would look for an answer and find one within religion.

However, her family has a hard time comprehending religions. Almost no one in her family was religionist, sure there was a few who could go to church or believe in God. But her father once told her why his side of the family don't. It clouds their judgment with their jobs. Scientists, doctors, historians' researchers, paranormal experts; those were just the basics of what her family does. Religion just didn't have a place within their work.

However, her grandfather, William Fenton, had a different story. She remembers it well, even she only met him once during a family reunion before he died.

"Papa," she glanced at the man who wheeled himself up to the windows. The layered dress she wore inched, she wanted to change. She could hear her aunts and uncles, cousins and parents, talking in the ballroom. She had no idea her father came from a rich family. The mansion belonged to her great grandmother- she was fast asleep upstairs.

"Yes, Deena?" his hoarse voice sounded so much like her father's it startled her when she looks at him. Her father and grandfather look nothing alike. Where her father was a huge man with dark hair and bright eyes, her grandfather was not. He was a thin short man with red curly hair and dull green eyes.

"I-I go by DD." She said, "I have a question." She waited for him to ask her what it is, but she gain nothing. She continued. "I have… a couple of friends… They're really- really religionists. My one friend is Jewish and the other is a Christian. We had an assignment at school to define religion once. And it come to me… that… um…?"

"That we don't believe in religion?"

"Huh? Y-yes!" DDe stuttered. "It sounds strange… maybe even rude… but I was wondering why? No one in the Fentons belive in anything but everyone else does."

"Deena?"

"Yes?"

"You'll understand one day." He turned towards her with a tired smile. "I know you'll be the one to take on the Fenton name. You'll find out why in a few years." He sighed and slouched. "Can you be a dear and tell your parents that I'm heading to bed?"

"Of course!"

She never understands what he meant. All she knows that he died a few weeks later, leaving four journals for her and her brother. Which, in his letters, he asked that she didn't open hers until she turned fifteen.

She had just turned fourteen.

"Miss. Fenton."

Literally.

"Miss. Fenton!"

She turned fourteen this morning.

"DEENA!"

Gasping, DD's head slammed down onto her desk, she jumped back up, whipping her head around the class room. Did she doze off? Her classmates snickered. Mr. Lancer shook his head at his favorite student, the profitable A on-the-roll.

"Nice one, Fenton!" Chuckled a brunette who wore her hair in two pigtails. DD scowled at her and blushed.

"Miss. Fenton." Mr. Lancer called once again, this time tiredly.

DD jumped, "Yes, sir?"

"Please stand up. This is your best class. Let's not fall asleep again." [1]

"Yes, sir. Sorry."

She stood up and walked to the back of the class with her notebook. Great, the wall again. She notices this was Mr. Lancer's favorite punishment for her. Probably because she was his best student.

Sighing, she shook her head. Why has she been so tried lately? This is the sixth time this week that she nodded off in class. Maybe high school was taking a big troll on her then she original thought.

She heard a snort. She glared at her best friend. Trixie Foley, she's known the techno geek sense she was in first grade. At first glance you would figure she was nothing special. Brainy, a little-bit of a know-it-all, and looked as if she couldn't lift paper. (She is a looker, once you remove the baggy jacket, beanie and large glasses. The girl has an amazing body) However, she has a strange connection with computers and coding. If something is hooked up to technology, she can usually get it to work. She's cable of hacking into DD's parents' government files to see what they invention was without leaving a trail behind her. Most times. She was also history and cultural smart, she somehow could remember all names and dates without a second thought, blurting them out as soon as they came to rest on her tongue.

She, city records, had the highest GPA in history DD has even seen. However, she didn't understand a single thing about math or science. In fact, she had special classes, small groups, for those classes.

This left DD with her other friend for most the day.

Her friend. Her best boy friend. Boy friend. As in a friend who happens to be a boy. Notice the space in-between the words. You do? No one else seems to.

Skyler 'Sam' Manson. One of the richest teenagers on the northern part of the United States. A punk gone Goth, a king who ruled over the trio with an iron fist and isn't afraid to put someone in their place- nonetheless, he has a hard time admitting his wrong. While he's filthy rich, he doesn't act like it. He loves helping the poor and homeless, taking in stare animals (but that racoon was a little too much) and making a stand for what he thinks is right. He even, once cut off all his hair in middle school for cancer (after growing it out to his back) and when it grew back he dyed it a midnight purple. It is still that color but is now shaved on one side.

While DD was an A-on-a-roll in all her classes- she declined going into AP classes- Sam was between a C and B average.

It wasn't until another twenty minutes did she move. The bell had ringed. Finally, she thought, stretching. Sam and Trixie were waiting for her by the door. Before she could get to them, Mr. Lancer call her name.

"I'll see you guys in the gym." She told them as she made her way to Mr. Lancer.

As she walked towards him, a blonde walked past her. DD suddenly felt a gutting feeling, as if she realized her. She was just a few inches taller then her. Long blond hair, reaching her thighs and was slicked back and pulled into ponytail, dark brown eyes and tan skin. She appeared for built then DD herself. She had the body of an gymnast.

She they passed each other, the girl glared at her, and stopped, "Hey, DD."

DD. Only her friends have ever called her that.

She stopped, "Uh? Sorry, not trying to be rude, but I only let my friends all me that. My names Deena." She held out her hand, trying to sound as remorse as possible.

The blonde smirked, "The names Daisy. You'll be smart to remember it." Without, the blond ignored DD's open hand and 'accidently' bumped shoulders with her.

Unamused, DD watch as the freshmen strut out of the room. Making sure, with the little amount of hips she has, to swish her hips. As if, trying to say she's better then Deena.

"Okay." DD went to Mr. Lancer's desk. Who the hell was that girl? She really did look familiar to her.

She reminded her of… No, that girl moved.

"Yes, Mr. Lancer?" she asked at his desk. His desk had a simple school computer, three piles of ungraded papers, and covered by several classical books. She smiled when she saw Gone With The Wind. "That's a good book. How far are you along?"

Mr. Lancer picked it up and put it away. He appeared tired, "I didn't call you to talk about classical stories."

"R-Right." Blushing, DD stuttered, "I-I figured. Just trying to m-make small talk. Am I in trouble?"

"Not really." Mr. Lancer folded his hands. "It's just… You're a very promising student Deena. It was a huge surprise when you declined the AP classes. They would have been up to your level. But… Mentally wise, I don't think you would have handled it."

"Excuse me? I don't follow."

"What I'm trying to say is, Deena, you might be a promising student but you still just that a student. A freshman getting use to real world work. The lords of homework and projects. Essays due every Monday or Friday. It's easy to tell that you're having issues keeping up. The falling asleep, the lack of attention."

As he continued to list off everything that has been occurring, DD felt more and more insulted. She's never had a teacher point out her habits… or well, miss-habits.

She barely caught his last sentence, "-best if you let your councilor know-"

"I'm sorry. Did miss hear you?" She could have sworn he said….

"I said it would be best if you let your councilor knew of the issues. He might be able to give you some advice."

"O-Oh." No, he didn't. For a moment, she thought he said that it would be best if she left. She shook her head, damn, that girl just messed up her mind process. "Yeah, I'll let him know. Actually, maybe Jasper could help."

Mr. Lancer nodded, "If we're on the same page… You can go on to class. Do you need a slip?"

3 weeks, 5 days, 6 hours, 53 minutes, 23 seconds left.

Huffing, DD slowed down her jog. Her classmates were ahead of her, but she could outrun them easily. If she really wanted to. But after that run in with that girl and the whole Mr. Lancer incident, she just didn't feel like running.

"Hey." A voice called from behind. Sam was on his third lap and had already caught up to her- she was on her second. Their friend Trixie barely finished her first.

He slowed down to her pace, "Are we still up for movies tonight? I didn't finish reading the text," he shrugged, "So, I'll be lazy this once and ask, who's house?"

She snickered, "Really? I sent that message yesterday and now you're asking me?" she looked him over and frowned, "Why aren't you wearing the gym wear?"

The school had a strict policy. All student are to wear proper clothing in certain classes, gym was one of them. the gym uniform where loss red shorts and a white tee with the school logo on the back, and school tennis shoes.

Sam wear black shorts and his combat boots though. He stuck his tongue out at her, "That's because dress codes are a load of bull." He sped up and was off to finish his last lap.

Disbelief danced in DD's eyes. "Sometimes I just don't understand you."

"Under-huff-stand-pant-who?" Wheezed Trixie. She had barely caught up to DD. Not even a whole two laps and Trixie was already drench in sweat.

"You okay?"

"I-I-don't-wheeze- run-often."

DD smiled, "I couldn't tell."

"Really- wait…" The two shared a laugh. "Very funny… Cough, wheeze. I hate this!" Trixie rested her head against her chest as she heaved for air. "I swear-huff-I'll-pant-never finish- cough-this mile!"

"You will." DD encouraged her. Trixie's face begins to light up until she heard he end of the sentence, "You'll just be in last place. And fail."

"I hate you."

"Love you, too."

A girl past them both. She wasn't sprinting or jogging. She was just running. Her blonde hair swished behind her.

Daisy.

Seeing the look on her friends face, Trixie asked, "Is something wrong?"

"That girl." DD murmured, "Do we know her?"

"Who? Huff- Daisy?"

Surprised, DD turned towards her, "You know her?"

Trixie stopped and DD did too. Luckily the teacher wasn't paying attention or they would have pushups next. Trixie was bent over at the waist trying to catch her breath, "Of course I know. We all went to middle school together. But she went by Tiffany then, Daisy's her middle name I think. In seventh grade she dried her hair blonde to look more appealing. Remember?"

Tiffany Baxter. Now DD remembered. They (Trixie, DD, Sam and Daisy) where in most of the same classes together until eighth grade. The girl was a jerked. She was bragged about how her father cough the NFL Cowboys and how her mother was an Olympics acrobatic champion, three times. She bragged about how she's been train by the best. How she was going into cheerleading and the gymnastics team at Casper High and how she'll be a champion a dozen times and marry a celebrity.

DD also recalls having many arguments and competitions with the girl. She remembered, also, that she broke the girl's arm once during one of their weekly fights.

Not on accident mind you. She was fully aware of what she was doing, she just wanted the girl to stop kicking the younger kids. All DD remembers is grabbing Daisy's arm and hearing a snap.

She wondering if Daisy hates her for that?

"Oh... Now I remember."

"That's a surprise. You broke her arm."

"I remember now." She sighed, "I still can't believe I did that. I barely grabbed it."

"Yeah. Yeah." Trixie smiled, "But that was ages ago. She can't probably hate you now."

"Now?"

Trixie stood up. She finally gain control of her lungs. She was surprise, did DD not remember.

She must have seen the shocked look on her face for she asked, "What? What happened?"

It took a moment. Then, Trixie begin laughing, "Oh my Load! You-You don't remember! Hahahah! That's gold!" She clutched her stomach as she shook in laughter. DD backed away from the crazy girl. "I'm not telling you. You can asked Sam. He'll tell you."

"Hey!" The two jumped, "Fenton and Foley," There's the coach. Pushups time. "Get down and give me twenty."

Trixie groaned, "Twenty?" she looked ready to cry, "Why do everyone hate me?"

3 weeks, 5 days, 2 hours, 26 minutes, 17 seconds left.

School was over, DD and Trixie were waiting for Sam to finish with his jewelry inside DD's living room. As strange as it sounds, Sam was the only one in the trio who wore jewelry and makeup. He would usually wear thick and dramatic eyeliner, and sometimes color his lips black or green. Now, he was putting on his piercings. The school permitted students from wearing facile piercings and boys were not allowed to wear any form of piercings. That they can see.

He doesn't have a lot mind you, but enough for people to stare. He has a pair of snake bites and vertical eyebrow piercings. Most people think those are his only piercings but he plans on having more.

After finishing putting in his last snake bite, he handed Trixie her compact back. Stiffly, she shoved the mirror back into her bag. "Finish, beauty-queen?"

He glared at her, "Call me that again and I'll cut you." He was serious. He glanced at DD, "By the way," he reached into his back pocket, "catch."

DD barely had time to react before she saw a tiny rectangle box head towards her. Catching it, she frowned, "Was is this?"

"Your present." Was the answer.

"What is it a bracelet?" she didn't wait; she undid the silver bow that kept the jewelry box together. Opening it, she saw a simple necklace inside.

A simple silver chain with a shimmering silver crescent moon at the end.

"Ohhh! Pretty!" Trixie smiled, "Oh course it had to do with space." Sam slapped her upside the head. "Ow! Abuse! Physical abuse! Best friend abuse!"

She got hit again and DD laughed as she pouted. Sam grumbled and leaned back into the couch.

Giggling, DD said, "I love it." She patted Sam's knee and took the chain out of the box. She had to double loop it around her neck sense it was too long. It reached down to her navel. "Thanks."

"I just realize something!" Trixie said, staring intensity at DD's necklace. Sam gave her a warning look, but Trixie ignored him.

"And what's that?"

"Now that you're fourteen, we can get into the teen club now!"

Sam coughed, the two girls turned towards him, "Um, if you're forgetting; I'm not fourteen just yet."

DD rolled her eyes, her two friends loved to pick on each other.

"I know." Trixie said smugly. Once again, she got hit. "Ouch!"

"I honestly don't care. Besides by the time winter comes around, the basement of the 'club' will be finished. Poetry slam here I come!"

The girls laughed. They weren't mockery the boy. Sam was great when it came to poetry. He was always able to aroused his viewers with his twists with illusions.

Outside, they could hear Mr. and Mrs. Fenton unlocking the door, "I'm telling you Jack, we should try adding in Ectoplasm 4.3 just to add in a more stable substance to balance the solution out."

"Nonesense!" Jack said in his usual cheerful voice. "The solution is fine the way it is."

There was a heavy sigh and DD's parents enter the building.

DD glanced towards her backpack and smiled seeing her jacket limped over it. For the last few days it has been chilly and Maddie, DD's mother, is a worried wart. She refuses to let DD leave without a jacket, so DD leaves with it just to please her. And as she came up to the mail box, she would stuff it in and pick it up when she get home. The mail delivery man had gotten use of it and stacked the mail in the news latter slot.

Maddie and Jack greeted DD and her friends before heading their way towards the kitchen. They heard the door to the 'basement' open and close, and slowly their voices become muffed.

"So," Trixie begin, gaining the others attention, "What are your parents doing for tonight?"

Rolling her eyes, DD groaned, "You know them. Just pick up that spicy chicken and bacon pizza I like and call it a day before rushing back into the lab. You know they hate being reminded of this day."

Beside her, Sam huffed, "You think after you living through your birth, they would love to celebrate this day instead of dreading it."

"Can we not walk about me almost dying?" DD snapped. She blushed and slumped over the arm of the couch, "When does Peter Creeper come on again?"

Trixie glanced at her PDA, her secret best-best friend named Iliac. "four thirty why?"

With a cry of enthusiasm, DD jumped over and landed in Sam's lap.

"The fuck DD!" Cried out a blushing Goth. DD squirmed and grasped the remote from the coffee table. Laughing she laid down, her head in his lap and her legs over Trixie's knees.

"That's in fifteen minutes! I'm not missing it!" she turned the wall-TV on.

The wall-TV, sometimes called WTV, was a invention that her dad made in his spare time. It isn't a real TV, DD's dad but in holographic lights at the flooring ceiling to meet to create a TV like image on the wall. From the door way to the window was a huge 'TV' in a sense. It look and worked just like one. The only difference was, the remote was just a tablet.

You see, DD's parents, Maddie and Jack are inventers.

They study Ectoplasmology. The theory of the afterlife and the dead, to put it simply, ghosts. The theory was that when someone dies, the last emotion or thought they have is what gives them a form, a form created by ectoplasm- simple energy made of a goo-like substance. These creators are titled ecto-entities or specters. If the Fenton Portal operated, her parents would finally prove it. The portal was supposed to show the world of the dead, where ghosts lurk and exist outside of time.

At firs Fenton Works was just a family business in fortune telling and talking to the paranormal. Sense the nineteenth century however, the Fenton Company had become a company of ghost hunters and experts in the theory of the dead. When her father had reached the age of nineteen, he inherited Fenton Works and moved the company to Washington and brought out an entire apartment complex to continue his families life work. He actually met Maddie at a college he join just a few states away.

They bother were lovers for the paranormal world.

For almost over twenty years, her parents have had this single project as their main concern. It was their lives' dream to finish. They use millions of governmental money in order to build and rebuild their project which was what the government kept coming to back up.

You didn't even have to know about the 'ghost' part of their lives. All you had to do was get close enough to see their large neon green sign that red FENTONWORKS (Hunts ghosts day and night) that hanged off the rood by a thick iron rod.

The house- apartment complex- was something to stare at too. It was an ugly red brick six story high thin building with thin long windows on every floor but one, fire escapes clawing up the back and sides. There was only two doors with several extra entries which could only be open from the inside. Most of the bottom floor's windows where replaced with wall length windows that looking straight into the kitchen. Portions of the building stuck out, those were the hallways.

Several large tubes wrapped around the house, some were clear, others solid and some made of cloth. There was even a garbage shoot that led to a dumpster in the ally next to the house.

Everyone in the family had a floor to their selves. Parents on the second, Jasper on the third, DD on the forth and guests on the fifth and first. The attic- the sixth floor was too small to made into an extra room, you could hardly stand but it lead up into the OPS Center, it was the physically route. OPS Center was an heavy armed unit with weapons shooting off the enclosed metal walls with large windows circling all around it. With that on top the house stood as tall as a nine story building.

The inside was built strange, too. Walls have been torn down to create bigger rooms. The office, study and small library they had were the first three doors you saw when you enter the house. The bathroom was at the end of the hall. There were ten room on every floor, some use for storage, entertainment, or something. Jasper himself has rooms made simply for studying, relaxing, and two huge bathrooms that DD envy over. Her floor had a small media room, an designing room (she liked to create her own clothes mind you) and a whole room for a closet. However, on the first floor there were several locked rooms that nobody was allowed into unless given permission. They were the only locked doors in the whole house.

"Your brother's home," Sam moaned. The two get along, it was just Sam hated hearing Jasper talk about how crazy his parents where all the time. DD glanced over and spotted one of those weird electric cars parked outside the house.

"I guess he went to the library. Again."

BOOM!

The house shook and dust fall from the ceiling. The lights flickered.

"And my parents blow up the lab. Again."

The trio rolled their eyes, they were used to Maddie and Jack's crazy inventions blowing up in their faces. They've always wonder why the government funded the project when it was always a failure.

Jasper came running into the house with an crazed look. Once he saw DD, he realized, "Hey, Little D." he walked over and tried to ruffled her hair but she swatted his hand away.

"Cut it out," she blushed. She wasn't a little kid anymore. Why does he still treat her like one?

Jasper was a few inches taller than Sam, who was the tallest of the trio. He was identical to their mother; short red hair and freckled skin, he has his father's eyes. As usual he wore professional clothing.

He frowned when she slapped his hand away. He cleared his thought, "How was school?"

"Boring," DD sighed. "If you get a call from Lancer, tell him that I had a doctor's appointment."

Sam raised his hand, "Same for me but for my parents."

Trixie looked at him, "Your parents have the Fentons number?"

"No." he rolled his eyes, "I was being sarcastic."

"That makes more sense."

Jasper nodded slowly, "And why would he be calling?"

"Som-something about day-daydreaming," DD waved her hands around as if thinking when she knew the truth. Jasper snorted, already knowing she was lying. She was a horrible liar. She always being to stutter and turn red.

"…" he said, "I'll keep quite if you make your famous smoothie foe me."

With a laugh of glee, DD nodded, "Easy enough." Jasper smiled, and before DD could react, he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. He then left.

"Ewww!" he heard DD cried, "Spazz gems!"

"Ha Ha." He frowned.

It was at times like this that Sam and Trixie wished they had a sibling. Someone to have you back and pick on. Sam knew he would never have a siblings and Trixie was already nervous about becoming a big sister to her soon to be sibling.

Twisting around, DD undid her pobbypin. Her ebony hair fall out of its bun shape and laid against her waist. She's been meaning to cut it but she just never got to it, he already reached her thighs. "K. We have a few minutes before Peter Creeper comes on. Need anything?"

"How about something to eat?" Trixie begged and moaned as he held his stomach, "I feel like I haven't atten in days!"

"You mean ate," Correct DD and Sam, in union.

Her stomach growled, Sam and DD laughed, "I'm starving through!" she glanced at them and smirked, lovebirds.

"You had two lunches!" Augured Sam, "How can you possibly be hungry?" how did Trixie get two lunches? Easy: Sam doesn't eat anything with a face on it meats and dairy-base products went to Trixie and DD is a fan of fires or applesauce, so Trixie got those as well. When DD told Trixie she didn't like firs the first time, she never saw someone go so pale before.

"Please!" Trixie jumped and launched onto DD. She shrieked and tried to get the heaver girl off of her. Sam sat there snickering to himself as the two wrestled. "Please! You have to feed me! Or I'll die! Please, I'm on my knees!" she dropped to her knees and buried her face into DD's hip bone and begin shaking.

Sam closed his eyes and tried his hardest not to laugh. This is so like Trixie. To get so dramatic over a little thing. DD chuckled and said, "Fine. Go grab a yogurt or something."

Pouting, Trixie rushed into the next room, the kitchen. The two shared a look and followed her to make sure she didn't cause a mess in the expansive kitchen.

The kitchen was like another kitchen. Wide and clean. The oven, microwave and everything else was built into the walls. An island in the middle with four stools. A nook to the side with a small table. The cabinets were transparent so you could see into them. There was a china case off the side filled with century old china from Maddie's family. There was also a dumbwaiter that the Fentons have yet to take out, it went to the attic where the laundry room was. There's was another nook, and stairs came from it, next to that was the pantry.

Trixie was sorting through the pantry, she had two bags of chips, four candy bars and several gummy snacks that DD didn't knew she had. She stuffed a candy bar into his mouth and notice the others, with her mouth full she asked, "Aerw wo jies huandry?"

"Close your mouth," snapped Sam.

"Not really, but thanks." DD laughed. After talking for a moment, they heard the phone ring and Jasper picked it up. They quite down and listen in.

"Hello…? Hello Mr. Lancer what can I do for you…? Deena? No. She isn't home yet, why…? Counselor meeting? Don't worry I'll remind her…Why not call my parents then…? Of course they would, that's sounds like them. Anyway, if I see DD I'll remind her about the meeting…Okay. Okay. Thank you, sir. Have a good day… You, too."

After hearing the clinking of the phone falling back into place, the three teens burst into a fit of giggles. Jasper walked in and sent a seething glare to DD who buried her head in her hands, "That smoothie better be worth it." He left up the stairs.

It was worth it, Jasper later said after everyone left.

Hey guys, so there isn't much to explain in this chapter other then this. This is the count down until the accident as many of your probably figured out.

Anyway

[1] Mr. Lancer. Okay, someone wanted to make a girl and I just couldn't do it. Anyway, I know it seems like Mr. Lancer is out of character but I don't think he really is. He always wanted Danny to do his best and knew he was cable of more then he lead on. Now, I personal think Danny was an A student before the accident. It's just something about how his sister and teachers treat him, like he's done better. So in this story, DD is an A-on-a-roll and she keeps have daydreams and nodding off and missing pieces of lectures and Mr. Lancer is trying to help her. But this doesn't last ling BTW.

Hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm not going to be uploading stories as fast as this, I just happened to have this down and was editing it for the last few days. You can expect the next chapter by next week. I just need to finish the last few pages and edit it.

Thanks. Review down below.

DD: Hey you left us out

AIMD: Next time.

DD: You're forgetting something...

AIMD: (Confused) Oh! (Nods) If anyone would like to become my beta for this story I would love you forever. I'll update you guys next week. Bye!

DD: Bye