Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.

She knew that something was going on with those three. Everyone had noticed a small change, but she was the only one that was genuinely curious.

It all started at the beginning of the year. Those three were always considered the 'losers' or the 'freaks'. But after a certain accident that one of them had, they became even . . . weirder, to say the least.

But it was the Fenton kid that had changed the most. Yeah, sure, the Goth girl and the Tech freak became even more protective of their best friend yet they hadn't changed much from their usual freaky selves. It's just that Fenton had become twitchy; he was always on the lookout for something and almost never took a break from being alert although he looked like he could fall asleep at any moment.

He was considered timid and weak; a wimpy nerd who couldn't protect himself and ran from any sign of danger. Heck, he couldn't even protect himself from the school bully.

But as the year went on, even she noticed the difference. His eyes seemed to be the biggest change, in her own opinion. They were the most brilliant shade of blue, although she'd never admit that to anyone.

Those fascinating eyes matured in a way that she thought wasn't capable. In fact, they looked almost too mature for someone their age. He looked wise too, as if he suddenly understood the world in a way nobody else did. An almost haunted look accompanied the knowledge and maturity within those blue pools though.

It was obvious to her that he was scared.

'Scared of what though?'

His eyes weren't the most obvious change though; his body had too. She noticed how he always tried to hide his body, usually under baggy clothes and long sleeved jumpers. You could still notice the difference though, if you really knew what to look for.

His posture made people think that he was weak and wimpy. But she knew that he was, in reality, a person that was well-built. She could sometimes see his muscles rippling under his clothing. She was certain that if he fought back against the school bully that he would win, hands down.

That thought almost scared her slightly. The dominant emotion though was curiousity.

'How did he get those muscles?'

Due to this curiosity, she decided that she would spy on Fenton. Not stalk - no, no, and no - but spy, just to see what he did and how he had changed.

Which is why she was following him now, as he walked back home alone.

Oh hey look, I uploaded something!

That's new.

Eh, this is going to be a multi-chapter story, so expect more soon!

Until then, you'll just have to wait.

Bye!

. . .

The chapters will be much longer than this, I promise.

This is just a prologue, I guess.