I never could understand it. Day after day, night after night, the same old thing. It had seemed pointless at first. I was fourteen when I was killed in the year 1812, I had lived in Amity Park, and still do today. I couldn't tell you why I became a ghost, or why I decided to be a protecter of the city, instead of taking what I wanted like other ghosts did.

I guess a reason why I stayed was to look over my family. My mom and my dad are dead now, of course, it almost being two centuries later, I didn't see them again after thier funeral. They went on. I still watch over the branches of family. There's always been a Fenton in Amity Park. Granted, most of them all share the same name as my mother, my father or my cousin when they were alive.

My mother was Madeline Fenton, and she was one of the best people in the world. She cared, she didn't stop at anything if it was something that had me or anyone else really in their best interest. She was generally a happy person to be around.

My dad, Jack Fenton, was like a 'barrel full of monkeys.' He always had a joke, or a way to make you laugh. He was big, where my mother was small. They both lived full lives, they never had another kid though, and the way the spoke of me often, I wondered how much they were acting, even to each other.

My cousin, however, well there's a snob for you. Jasmine Fenton. She was always on the go, reprimanding someone for not being perfect. For being themselves. It was awful when it was happening to you, but it was just plain entertaining when it was happening to someone else.

The Fenton's of nowadays aren't all that different.

There's Madeline Fenton, who calls herself Maddie. She may be a little bit preoccupied, but she's just like my mom.

There's Jack, who's exactly like my dad, except, this Jack didn't use his brain to become a professor. This Jack is an inventor. Which I think is way cooler.

This Jasmine calls herself Jazz. She's not as bad as my cousin was. She's not all that snobby, and she doesn't yell at people for being themselves either, although she can be a little irratable. One thing you have to give her credit for is that she is dedicated. She knows what she wants, where she's going, and nothing's going to get in her way. You have to admire that.

I guess all that's left is me. Daniel Fenton. I call myself Danny, though, Daniel sounds a bit to uptight for me. Like I said, I'm a ghost. More importantly, I'm a powerful ghost. One of my favourite things to do is shape-shift. When I became a ghost, my appearance changed. My eyes turned green, my hair turned white. My shape-shifting power is I can look like my human counter-part for up to forty-eight hours. My hair goes back to black, my eyes turn blue again.

I'm also like the unofficial protecter of the town. Not to say that ghost hunters don't try to hunt me down. Because they do. I don't think they've gotten their heads around the term 'good ghostie' yet. Did I mention that the ghost hunters are the Fenton's? Not so much Jazz, her being to practical for it, but, that doesn't matter.

I was getting bored just hanging around the ghost zone day after day, so I decided to have some fun. Most people wouldn't call this fun, but I would. I was going back to school for the first time in a hundred and nintey-eight years. I wanted to see what kind of trouble I could cause.

Just an idea that popped into my head. I'll probably continue it, but there probably won't be a lot of updates unless reviewers persuade me otherwise. Just a warning. Oh, and if people do review, I'm glad to hear you like it, I really am, but the one sentance reviews kind of get on my nerves. Just another warning.

~DI4MGZ~