Shout-out to Mr. Lancer, probably the most well-read guy I know. No hard feelings, Ghost Writer.

Here's an idea for a phic, will expand depending on reception.

"Everything okay in there, dude?"

Tucker came into the bathroom to check on me again.

No, everything was not okay. I wasn't sick, mind you. It sure as heck felt like it, though. "Uh, yeah, just… need a minute." My palms were sweaty and my stomach felt like I'd just eaten a boulder. It took all my willpower to stop from turning the place into a stallsicle.

"You said that ten minutes ago."

The battle with Vortex last month forced the United Nations' hand, and mandatory Ghost Defense lessons were instated into every high school across the globe. Naturally, that included Casper High.

I can't run forever. I have to face them.

I got out of the stall, much to Tucker's excitement.

Sam was waiting for us outside the bathroom. She was trying her hardest to keep a straight face on. "Nice hairdo."

Something told me it wasn't my spiked front hair that she found amusing. Nonetheless, she handed me a comb for the hair that had stood up after half an hour of my forehead in my hands.

I told them about Valerie's and my rescue mission, the real reason Dani showed up in Amity Park last night, how Valerie and I teamed up to take down Vlad Plasmius in order to save her. I left out the part where Valerie was the reason Dani even made it to Plasmius' examination table in the first place.

I stopped outside the door. You'd think it was the nurse's office I was about to walk into. Sam and Tucker expected as much.

"Well, see ya inside," said Tucker, and with that, Sam and Tucker walked into class.

This was so stupid. Why are Ghost Defense lessons even needed? I get that ghosts are sometimes dangerous, but what good could possibly come out of learning about them in a classroom setting? If anything, integrating it into Phys Ed would make more sense.

Think positive, Fenton.

Mom always told me positive things happen to positive people.

At least Jazz isn't in the class. She'd never be able to keep her mouth shut. By the end of the day, everyone in the school would probably know I'm Danny Phantom. At least the teacher wasn't Vlad. I didn't need to come up with a reason that was a good thing. Self-explanatory.

Through the door, I could hear Dash's voice. Apparently there was a huge football game against Wendy High, Casper's biggest rival, and Dash caught the winning touchdown. I wasn't a big fan of sports, and was even less a fan of Dash, so I didn't care all that much.

Kwan was struggling with math homework that was due in two periods. Starr was lending him a hand.

I didn't hear Valerie's voice. She must be out for the day.

That's when the bell rang. I had to walk in at that point. What could possibly go wrong?

I could've sworn my hand shook the doorknob so much the entire class could hear it hitting against the wall like a woodpecker.

I let go of the handle, and took a deep breath. "Hey, everyone," I said. "I'm your new teacher. You can still just call me Danny."

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