At last I can post my stories after seven months! It took me seven months to figure it out and I'm supose to be the smart one in my family. Well I hope you people like this, it's told from different views so enjoy!

Burdens

Chapter 1

(Normal POV)

Amity Park may looked peaceful but it is the most haunted city on the continential U.S. Ghost attacks have become such a daily occurance that evn the most stuborn nonbelievers would believe in less than an hour. Thankfully there are ghost hunters that keep them at bay so the situation doesn't get too out of hand.

The ghost hunting couple Jack and Maddie Fenton weren't hard to miss in their hazmat suits and large guns, though between the two Maddie was much better focused than her husband who can mistake a bird as a ghost. The other human hunter was a young women in a black and red suit that has some pretty impressive technology and a sleek jet sled. Out of all the three she was the best one with a black belt in hand to hand combact and a ruthless obsession to hunt down and destroy all ghosts.

Finally, the was the last one who wasn't human at all but a ghost known as Danny Phantom. Many are torn between his status in society as a menance or a hero. Currently though he was fighting a mechanical looking ghost with green fire for hair.

"Give it up whelp," Skulker said aiming his gun at the ghost boy, " your pelt will soon be hanging on my fire place!"

"Yeah can we hurry this up before I'm late for school," replied a teen around fifteen with white hair, acid greean eyes, and a black and white hazmat that had a P in a D on the chest, sounding really annoyed.

"As you wish," pulling the trigger sending lazers at the young ghost who just dodged the with ease and pulled out a meteal thermos. With a scream the other ghost disapeared in a vortex of blue light sucking him into the small metal prison. Capping it with a triumphant smile Danny's smile soon vanished when he heard an all too familiar sound.

"Ah man I'm late!", quickly he transformed back onto his human form in an alley close by and sprinted torwards Casper High. He got there literally without a moment to spare.

"Well cutting it a little close aren't we Mr. Fenton," said a bald and over wieght teacher known as Mr. Lancer. Ignoring the snickering of his fellow cassmates Danny headed towards his usual seat at the back next to his best friends Tucker Foley, and Sam Manson.

With Mr. Lancer back to them as he wrote down a few things on the board that no one at all cared about the trio bent their heads and started whispering.

"So who was it this time?" asked Sam.

"Skulker," Danny replied in a bored tone.

"Again, man does he ever give up," said Tucker.

"Apparently not considering that this is the third time this week that I've had to capture him," Danny said.

"But it's only Tuesday," said Sam.

"I know," he sighed "Well hopefully there won't be that many ghosts and I can finally get home on time."

"Yeah and if you're late one more time you could break the school's dentention record!" Tucker exclaimed.

"Thanks Tuck, thanks a lot," Danny retorted sarcasm dripping on every word.

"Ah why I'm I not surprised, tell me can any of you three tell me the name of the author who wrote Annabell Lee?" asked the over weight teacher who apperantly had caught the teens who had failed to notice him when he stopped talking.

Neither of them spoke, to the teacher it was clearly obvious that none of them even had the slightess idea what the answer or even what he was talking about for the past ten minutes was about. Mr. Lancer sighed "Does anybody know what the answer is?". He looked around and only saw his students off in their own little world ignoring him. Then he got a brilliant idea of that would be very amusing, well at least to him. Casually he walked to his desk grabbed a volume of William Shakephere and slammed it hard on the desk.

The sound instantly jerked the class awake.

"The answer is Edgar Allen Poe people!" he practicly yelled out. Rubbing his throbbing temples he got back to his lecture. "Like many other poets Poe uses personal views to illustrate his words, it could be about his or another's life either way -". He was cut off by the sound of the bell releasing the students to their next classes. Why do I even bother thought the educator it was clear to him that these kids needed to actually experiance hardship in order for them to show even the slightess emotion in their creative writing assignments.

Oh well ...

On his next break Lancer was still pondering on how to get his kids actually emotional about their work he had read in Teacher's Weekly that assignments that gets students to show their best even without them thinking about it was sure to boost grades up.

And keep kids from being pain inthe butts for the teachers. That was what got Mr. Lancer thinking especially when it came to a certian Daniel Fenton. The boy was clearly intelligent that was very clear to the over wieght teacher yet he had an act for trouble and has had so many detentions that he only needed one more before he'd break the school's record that took four years to do yet he was most likely to break it this week and he was still a freshman!

Instead of concentrating in class Danny was always tired and distracted. The teacher sighed picking up his cup of coffee before walking out of the teacher's louge.

"I just wish for the kid's to all experiance something that can help them undestand how to put emmotion into their homework,"

As he headed out the door he didn't hear a erie chuckle that seemed to come out of no where.

"And so you have wished it and so shall it be,"

At last it was the end of the day and after two more ghost attacks, one during lunch and the other during gym, being shoved into his locker by Dash, recieving detention, and getting loaded with two papers due Friday Danny just couldn't wait to go home. Making sure no one was around he phased his hand through his locker pulled out his backpack and went out to awlk home with his friends like always.

"Hey Danny," greeted Sam.

"Hey you ready,"

"Yep,"

"Where's Tucker?" he scanned around for the techno-geek.

"Oh, he left early, apperently he still in trouble from last week's meat incident," she answered back. Danny couldn't help but feel guilty for his friend taking the fall for yet another ghost. The Lunch Lady had gotten out and had trapped Tucker inside the school's fridge, which was off limits to all students. The lunch ladies still couldn't explain how he had ended up there where it was locked at all times. And him not saying anything on who had stolen all the meat was given a week's detention and had a nasty teacher conferance with his parents.

Danny hated how his friends also had to suffer for his mistakes and responsibilities. Still every time they always tell him that they don't mind and that they were all in this together no matter what. Even so Danny still couldn't stop worrying about their well being I mean he was the one with the ghost powers so it was his burden not theirs. All in all he couldn't feel anything but grateful that he had such good friends who would stick to him no matter what.

They walked together aimlessly chatting away about just about anything when Danny's ghost sense went off.

"Ghost time?"

"Yep, I'll call you later Sam," he ran of in the oppisite direction toward an abondon alley where he yelled off his battle cry "I'm Going Ghost!". Two white rings appeared and went up and down from his torso transforming his t-shirt and blue jeans into a blck and white hazmat, his saphire blue eyes into acid, glowing, green and his black hair turned snow white. He took off heading towards the ghost.

By the park terrorizing some poor civilian was a female ghost who looked like a genie. "And so you have wi-," she didn't get to finish for Danny had hit her from behind with an ecto blast gived the scared guy a chance to run away screaming like a little girl. Filled with rage she turned around to face her attacker.

"Foolish whelp you dare to interfere with my spell binding!"

"Yeah actually I do,"

"Well not for long child mark my words soon very soon you'll suffer!"

"Yeah well what are you going to do, huh?"

Desiree grinned evily "Oh I'm not the one who will make you suffer child,"

"What are you talking about!"

"You see you are making yourself suffer right now and as soon as noon tomorrow your pain and anguish will only be the beginning!" with a flick of her hand several plants came to life and went after Danny. Not wanting to waste any time he fired a whole line of ecto blasts that and froze the rest. Turning around to face Desiree only to find her gone.

"Great," he sighed "she got away way to go Fenton." Heading home he couldn't help but think about what she had said that he will cause his own suffering. Shaking it off he headed to where one of the plants had knocked off his back pack. When he picked up he saw that the stupid plant had ripped the slings.

"Well isn't this just perfect," he muttered sarcasticly at no in particular. Making sure he had a solid hold on it he took of turning invisible as he swooped into his room and transformed. Luckily his parents were out shopping and Jazz was over at a friend's so he didn't have to worry about why he had leaves in his hair and a few scratches from the the plant's branches.

Danny headed to the bathroom to clean himself up a bit so no questions would be asked. He'd have to get a new back pack as well good thing he had a spare in his closet.

Up over Amity Desiree was busy setting up her plan smiling the whole way the ghost child would suffer along with his entire class and she didn't have to do anything but grant that fool's wish, with a little twisted word play this was going to be fun to watch.

Okay so what you think if you guys like it I'll keep udating also check out my other story Magic's Blood those of you who like Harry Potter might like it. Does anybody here know WingsofMorphius her stories are awsome but when will she update?!