Danny Phantom - Prince of All Ghosts

Chapter 1 - Swimming Fiasco

"School trip to the swimming pool, who's genius idea was that?" Samantha Manson grumbled from beside me. I sighed.

"Sam, it's over ninety degrees outside! We haven't had a day this hot since Vlad brought Vortex to Amity Park." I replied, rubbing the back of my neck with my hand. If I were normal it would have come away sticky with sweat. But it didn't cause I wasn't normal. Being me did have its advantages.

"Danny's right Sam. Look on the bright side; we get to see all the girls in their swimwear!" Tucker Foley said, wiggling his thick eyebrows over his glasses. I rolled my eyes and Sam groaned. Tucker Foley and Sam Manson were my two best, and only, friends in Amity Park. I had met Tuck in early primary school. He was pretty nerdy, complete with glasses, a red beret, and his ever-present PDA. When the bully Dash had tried to make him eat sand, I had intervened, and so we both ended up having to eat sand. Ever since then we had been best friends. I met Sam when she and her family moved here in fourth grade. She was very outspoken with straight black hair, violet eyes and strong opinions. She was quiet at first, until we sat next to each other in English. We started talking and eventually she joined my small, very small, circle of friends.

"Not everyone wants to see stuck up girls flaunting their skinny bodies with boys drooling all over the ground we have to walk on. It's gross and unsanitary." She said crossing her arms, causing her black, bat like cape to ripple and reveal two long, creamy white legs, for once not covered in her usual tights and combat boots. I swallowed roughly and averted my eyes. Sam wouldn't appreciate gawking, especially from her best friend. Tucker was shirtless and wore only red boardshorts, his red beret and was currently blowing up a floaty toy. Every other boy on the bus had no shirts on, except me. I had on blue boardshorts and a white singlet. I would be shirtless; it's not that I feel ashamed of my body, quite the opposite actually, I was quite proud of how fit I was. But being shirtless is not a good idea for me as it covered up all my many scars I had received from ghost fighting since I first got my powers.

I should probably explain. Two years ago, my professional ghost-hunting parents decided to build a machine, a proper version of the prototype they built in college. A Ghost Portal, which would allow them to access the 'Ghost Zone' a realm where, you guessed it, ghosts lived (or dwelt, you know what I mean). They had been so excited that they'd dragged my sister Jazz and I down the stairs and made us watch as they turned it on. A light started to show, and I have to admit I got a shiver of anticipation, but then the light fizzled out and died. Mum and Dad looked so upset...they'd spent months on this machine, and it didn't even work-or so they thought. Later that day, Sam and Tucker were over and I mentioned the Ghost Portal. Immediately they wanted to check it out so I lead them into the Ghost Lab and showed them the 'broken' Portal. Sam then convinced me to go inside and check it out, and so I did. But while inside I slipped, put my hand on a wall and accidentally pressed the ON button while inside the machine (I know, who puts the ON switch inside the machine? Jack Fenton, that's who) and it activated. The entire thing filled with a bright green energy and completely engulfed me. It was agonizing; I had felt like I was being ripped apart. No words could express how much pain I had felt in that moment. Somehow, I managed to find my way out of the now-working Portal and back to my friends, who were staring at me, shocked. I passed out, only to awaken a little while later, but I felt different. Looking in the mirror I saw my raven black hair and turned snow white and my ice blue eyes were a glowing, neon green and my skin had gone a shade darker. We later discovered that my DNA had been infused with ectoplasm, the essence of a ghost. I was what is known as a Halfa – a half-human, half-ghost hybrid; all the powers of a ghost, but the life of a human. Best of both worlds, right? Ever since the accident I have been gaining new abilities – and enemies.

These enemies are the reason I don't take my shirt off in public. I have too many scars from the countless battles I have been in, and I couldn't explain how I got them all. My shirt hid these scars, and most of the muscles that had formed over the two years since I first walked into that Ghost Portal. Questions would be asked, questions I wouldn't be able to answer.