Danny Phantom One Shots

I've Got Tummy Troubles, Sue Me

Danny has missed too many class hours. 
Enjoy!
This one hits too close to home 😅
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"Daniel Fenton, please report to the principal's office immediately," voiced the overhead intercom.

Danny groaned and exchanged a confused look with his friends. "What did I do to get called down before class even starts? I was trying to actually be here on time today." Begrudgingly, he walked the hallways to Principal Ishyama"s office.

Opening the door, Danny was met with the shining, smiling faces of both his principal and some other lady he did not recognize. Most of the time, he was called to the office for messing something up and they were never smiling, and yet seeing this in front of him somehow made him more nervous.

"Mr. Fenton, hello. I am Mrs. Jones." The unfamiliar woman stuck out her hand in a greeting.

Suspicious, Danny shook it but eyed her warily. "What did I do?" He ripped off the bandaid and finally asked what had been plaguing his mind.

Principal Ishyama gestured for him to take a seat and began to explain. "Daniel, it is your lackluster attendance that is bringing you in today." She shuffled around some papers on her desk before flipping them around for him. "As you can see, you're missing several necessary hours for your education. Your teachers are concerned—we have all seen the rapid decline of your grades."

"I'm trying my best—" He tried to say, but was interrupted.

"Yes, well, Mrs. Jones here will make sure you're doing your best. She is with the school board and has traveled all the way from Chicago to help you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'll be with you throughout the school day for the next few days, just taking notes, observing, and making sure you're in class," Mrs. Jones informed.

Danny looked between the principal and the woman, narrowing his eyes. "Isn't that a violation of my rights or something?"

"Mr. Fenton," Mrs. Jones started, readjusting her glasses. "Think of me as a second teacher. You still get privacy and time alone when necessary, but I'm going to be there to make sure you're in class and completing your work."

Principal Ishyama cleared her throat, garnering their attention. "This is one of our next steps to avoid any potential legal action. I'm sure your parents would prefer to avoid court dates and legal fees, and I'm sure you do too. Please, let Mrs. Jones help you."

With an inward sigh, Danny obliged. He stood from his seat and made his way to the door—the woman in the glasses trailing behind him. Shaking his head, he knew his life was going to suck with this lady attached to his hip.

But, to avoid causing a scene, he didn't argue and let her follow him to his first-period class. Her constant, watchful presence was uncomfortable; she sat either beside or behind him, continually scribbling notes throughout his first four classes. He didn't even know what she could have been writing because half the time he wasn't doing anything. Fortunately, there were no ghosts trying to wreak havoc, so he didn't have to formulate any excuses to slip away.

When the lunch hour finally rolled around, Danny hoped he could finally shake Mrs. Jones, but she pulled out a sack lunch and sat beside him and his friends in the cafeteria.

"What's with her?" Sam whispered, barely audible so Mrs. Jones couldn't overhear.

"She's here to watch over me," Danny responded with a roll of his eyes. He shot the woman a side glance before turning back to his friends. He wasn't sure he'd be able to endure this torture much longer.