Candy- This probably won't be updated until my other story is finished which will be really soon. (Please read and review that too) But, this one is going to be really cool I hope and do as well as my other one. Please read and review. Thanks.

Oh, and this story is dedicated to Unlikely-To-Bear-It and cakerut12 because they have been such big helps on my last story one-way or another and I really appreciate it. I hope they enjoy this story also. Thanks, guys.

Chapter 1:

The school bell rang, letting the teenagers out of their prison. Casper High School kids were let out for break. What the teacher's faculty thought of it like letting caged animals out, watching them flee for the minimal freedom that they had.

And they were half right. The school of Casper High was like a group of animals, because with every animal, there is a predator or a prey.

Dash Baxter, breathing with anger, thrust the classroom across the room open and quickly spun around, staring indefinitely at the classroom across the other room. He waited patiently for one particular student to calmly exit the room, not knowing what would happen next…

Name: Dash Baxter

Age: 14

Status: Predator

Danny Fenton, usually unnoticed, left the classroom not noticing his watcher at the other side of the room. He rubbed his head, stressing about his grades in Mr. Lancer's classroom. But silently he breathed inward, sighing it away, looking past Dash towards the big doors out of the school, only wishing for the time to warp ahead.

Then, his eyes caught the red blur from across the room. His heart jumped a little and he suddenly became aware of Dash. He sprinted, letting his books almost slip from his hands. He ran past the hall, looking back at Dash, red faced and smiling. But he ran as fast as he could, not knowing that Danny wasn't all he seemed.

Name: Danny Fenton

Age: 14

Status: Prey

Danny ran across the hall, occasionally looking back for Dash. With every glance, his face got closer into view. He was becoming more determined.

It wasn't clear why Dash didn't like Danny. But today, Dash thought as he lifted another foot chasing after Danny, he was due for another beating.

Danny neared a janitor's closet, his safe place. It was too crowed to disappear, Danny thought. He usually wasn't the center of attention, but as Dash chased him furiously through the hallway, the teenagers of Casper High turned around and stared at the chase; the animals were let out of their cages and everybody was watching.

Danny's POV:

I couldn't really think. The only thing in my mind at the moment was the door to the janitor's closet, no matter how dirty or gross it was. But the almost never-ending hallway extended with every step and the hall became unfamiliar to me. An alien on another planet, not knowing which way lead to what, just turning anyway possible to leave, get out.

I couldn't see anything else. People's faces blurred in my mind and for the first time, I was scared. It was too crowed to disappear. I would be more of a freak in this school, in my life.

I didn't really know why Dash chased me. There were hundreds of people in this school and I was his favorite. Why not somebody else? I asked myself, stumbling over a leg that was tossed out from the crowd.

I scrambled to my feet, staring at the door that finally came closer in my view.

Sam and Tucker weren't anywhere. I thought of them both, as I desperately wanted to literally run away from everybody in the hall. Sam's words popped in my mind. She smiled as she told me, "Danny, sometimes I think you're a magnet for trouble." I felt her warming hand on my back, making me feel more relaxed.

The janitor's closet came closer.

Closer.

It was almost so close that if I reached my hand out it would skim the doorknob. But the figure came more into view as it glided itself in front of the closet, knowing exactly where I was going.

Kwan.

His smiling face made me back up. He kept staring at me, making me nervous, the faces staring at me in the hall coming more into view. The room suddenly got hotter. I didn't like being the center of attention.

There was a tug at the back of my collar, making me choke. As instinct, both of my hands leapt to my throat. I didn't need to turn my head, my body was spun around and I was suddenly staring face to face with Dash Baxter, smiling with accomplishment. He tossed a strand of pale blonde hair out of his eyes, staring at me the whole time.

"Why run?" He said, so close that the scent of his breath lingered in front of me the entire time.

But I couldn't think, I just stared back; the other's faces peering into mine. What would the circus perform next?

Sam spoke into my ear again. "What do you do in a situation like this?" She copied the teacher's lesson on bullying on day after school ended.

"I kick him so hard that he lets me go and I can get away." Tucker said, grabbing my jaw and pretending that I was talking what he said.

There is a time where Sam gives great advice.

There is usually never a time where Tucker gives any advice.

And when he does it usually doesn't help.

But there's also a time, once a blue moon, where Tucker's advice helps.

Or, it's the only thing that pops into my head.

And at the time, that's what happened.

So I shut my eyes and kicked Dash so hard in the knee that he actually let go of my collar and grasped his injury so hard that he hurt himself even more without realizing it.

Kwan staggered back in disbelief. Not even thinking about coming back for me, he spun around to Dash, as everybody else did.

Finally! Out of the spotlight, I thought as I let my body disappear from view.

Sometimes, ghost powers weren't too bad.

I sprinted quickly past the janitor's closet, heading straight for the lockers. Maybe I'd stuff myself in there. Punishing myself. Why'd I done that? He was so pissed now. And it was my entire fault.

And Tucker's.

I noted to myself to kill him when I got back.

Sam and Tucker came into view by my locker. They had their backs leaned against them as if they knew what I was going to do. Sam's face twisted in a worried frown, while Tucker wore a triumphant expression. He'd always wanted me to do something totally stupid like that.

But it was too late to go back.

What would be worse though? I thought, rewinding everything in my mind. Reliving the image of Dash's face near mine, his hand held in the air only inches away from my nose. I saw my body fling backward into the green lockers.

No, that would be worse.

I think.

I made myself visible in the deserted hallway of our lockers.

"You did it, didn't you, Danny?" Sam asked, rolling her eyes as she opened her locker to grab her language book.

I nodded, staring inside her locker and at the door as she slammed the metal shut, making a loud noise.

Tucker smiled, "Finally!" He held up a hand to slap my a high five.

"No, Tucker." Sam said, pushing it down and leaving him confused. "That wasn't a good thing."

"It wasn't?" He said, answering for me. His eyes drifting off in the distance.

"No." Sam said, staring forward.

"And why not? You don't want to see him killed right there?" He said, looking at her face.

"No." Sam said. "And you better run because Dash is pissed and I don't want to see you get killed right here either."

I spun around to see the familiar red flash sprinting through the hallway. I made myself invisible and pressed my back on the locker making a silent slam.

"Where is he?" Dash said, grabbing Tucker by the shirt.

"Who?" Tucker said, his hand folder behind his back. He was smiling fully.

"You know who." Dash said, angrily. "Where is he?"

"Sorry. Who?" Tucker said, his smile remaining.

"Your stupid friend Danny!" Dash said, tossing Tucker on the floor.

Tucker laughed, "Raven hair, blue eyes?"

Dash just nodded, his eyes blood shot and his face cherry red.

"He went that way." Sam said simply. She rolled her eyes, pointing down the hall where he'd come from; the other way was a dead end.

Dash looked at Sam strangely. He knew something was up, but his feet wouldn't let him stay. His angry body pulled him down the hall with the other's following.

The bell rang, letting me come back to vision again, wiping my forehead.

"Thanks." I said, gasping for breath.

"Don't mention it." Sam said.

"That's it?" I asked her heading to the next class.

"No." She said, tossing her hair. "You owe me." And she kicked her leg up in the air happily.

Tucker and I stared at her as she walked into the only classroom where she had different from us both.

Tucker and I exchanged glances. "She doesn't get it." Tucker shook his head.

I looked down.

"But I wonder how it really would be like in Dash's shoes." He continued as we walked into the next class.

"Much easier that mine!" I said, zipping my backpack up as I pulled out the next book for class.

I had no idea…

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