Uh hi again. I'm back.

The update schedule is

Once every Sunday

But I'm going on a vacation

For a music festival for

Two weeks. I'll try to write

While I'm on the plane but I've

Also got my book(not a fic)

That I need to work on.

So I will probably

Miss the next two sundays.

Greatest apologies. Another

Note. When Danny explains

Foot ball. It's basically word

For word of what happened

When a kid in my class asked

Me to explain football.

COMMENT REPLYS AT THE BOTTOM!

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"Hey—piss—hey—Phantom—psst"

Daniel was pissed. Period. This—this kid Dash Baxter as he had learned from the role call was apparently his biggest fan—and he would not shut up. He figured his eyes would probably be blazing if he hadn't had any self-control. The kid just couldn't respect that he wanted a normal—well as normal as a dead teenage king could have—high school experience. It wouldn't be too wise to get him started on the whole Phantom thing. He was Daniel. That was his name. At this point he wanted to cry.

Dashiel Maverick Baxter, as he had learned, was a jock. Football! and all that trash. Pfft human games. Strange and funny. He'd never personally played football but from what the boy was explaining—in between Lancers teachings—it was a game in which two teams would run(?) at each other trying to get a ball. Once one of the teams gets a ball they—throw(?) it through some metal poles. Pointless if you asked him. His scowl only deepened when another paper ball hit his thigh and rolled onto the floor below him. Glancing up from his notes—written accidentally in Ancient*—he was met with the side smirking football star. His whole face seemed to scream go ahead. Pick it up. So to humour the boy he slowly reached down and picked it up.

Football practice 2nite?

He mentally groaned. Of course what else would the grand Dashiel Maverick Collins Baxter want? Rolling his eyes he scribbled down a reply onto the paper.

Sure.

It never hurt to have more friends anyway.

Fatal. Last. Words.

The class ended. Daniel awkwardly shuffled out of the classroom, ducking away from the stairs at his crystalline arm.

"Mr. Phantom"

Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit

He slowly turned to face Lancer, subconsciously scratching the back of his neck with his flesh arm as Frostbite would say. "Uh hi." He really needed to work on those introductions.

"I understand that you've never been to a school before, but—as you can probably imagine passing notes" this man, he swore, had eyes everywhere. "Is not aloud. Now, I'm going to give you a free pass—as this is your first day—but please remember" that you have eyes everywhere? "That it is not aloud"

"Thank you sir." He nodded slightly before turning and—bolting out the door.

Sam and Tucker were outside waiting. Tucker on his PDA, Sam glaring at a Hispanic girl. It seemed fitting somehow. "Danny!" Sam smiled waving him over.

"Danny?" He cocked his head to the side

"Mmhmm, well. I mean, Daniels just really* formal, and I just tho-"

Daniels face lit up into a smile, fallowed by a laugh. "No, no it's all good. Danny, I like it."

Tucker grumbled something under his breath and handed a smirking Sam a five dollar bill. Daniel—Danny only blinked.

"Sam and I were arguing over whether you would like the name or not." Tucker explained as they moved down the hallway.

"So" Sam grinned stretching out the word. "The Ghost Zone."

"You mean the Infinite Realms?"

"Yeah, yeah" Tucker cut in. "What's it like?"

"It's green." Danny laughed because really. It was green. "And really, really big. My dad clockwork lives in this really big clock tower thing. We call it The Citadel—with the Observants."

"Observants? Sounds spooky."

"Yeah they're like the government. High council and all that. Sometimes I get called in and have to talk with them. Never fun."

"They have cell phones in the Ghost Zone?"

"Ah, no. Well they kinda do." He held up a small clock pendant that was hung around its neck by a thin, silver chain. "I have this thing. It's basically like a phone."

"Cool" Tucker stared at the small clock in awe.

They were about to continue talking when the bell rang. He didn't have the same class as them anymore. It was double science for him, and then per his father's request—astronomy. He didn't know a thing about astronomy, since the Infinite Realms didn't have stars or planets—unless you counted a couple different ghost lairs he'd seen in the past—but those weren't really stars or planets.

His fathered wanted it though, and as he'd learned many times in the past. The time seeing father, knows best. Waving goodbye to Sam and Tucker he moved along the crowd towards Science.

Ms. Greyscale—whose namesake was terribly fitting for her attire—was teaching the class. She spoke quickly making notes hard to take. He was sitting next to a red headed kid on his left, with a basketball jersey who kept shooting him suspicious glances every couple seconds, and to his right was the Hispanic girl he'd seen Sam glaring earlier. She sent him a flirtatious smirk and a eye wink, which he only tried to ignore.

"Hey," she said rather suddenly, almost making Danny jump. "I'm Paulina" she said her name like it was a trophy, something to be gazed at. "And you're Phantom." he nodded numbly at her assessment. "Daniel" she purred, placing a hand on the inside of his thigh. Danny suddenly really wanted to be on the other side of the classroom. Despite being a king, he really didn't know how to act in these situations. He was only 15 for crying out loud. When ever someone tried to do anything like this to him, he had guards and people to call to. But now? Now he had nothing, and couldn't exactly blast or punch the girl.

"Don't." He simply spoke nailing Paulina with a glare. "Please." He scowled.

Paulina's flirtatious face slowly morphed into something of a frown, before it bounced back to that flirty expression. "What's wrong Ghost-Boy" she purred.

"Ms. Sanchez." The teacher spoke. Thank the Ancients. "Please try to pay attention."

She blushed in embarrassment. Removing her hand and turning back to her notes—which were covered in doodles of a ghostly version of herself. Paulina Phantom.

Danny could only try to pay attention. Something told him this wasn't gonna be an easy school year. He just knew.

This is gonna be hell, and I can't wait. He thought sarcastically.

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RusEmp

Honestly one of the only reasons I wrote this was because I went into a fit of 'I want more king Danny stuff'. And if they can't do it right, then you do it yourself. Also when I first got the email about your comment I really didn't want to read it cause I was actually afraid you'd be hating on it or something dumb like that. Rip me. As for premises, I've got something planned. I'm just god awful at writing summaries.