SHE {Danny Phantom x Reader}

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This will contain swearing, maybe some other thing? but other wise it's okay. 
ALSO;;; Reader isn't American, (sorry not sorry), not everyone on wattpad is an American, she's from Australia and she has a strong accent, and being raised in one of the most deadly country she is pretty fearless, I just wanted to add it so it would make it more interesting ya know? If you don't like it, sorry. 

EDIT: If you're not Aussie some of it might not make sense. But I'll do my best to make sure you understand it all.

Also if you see spelling mistake, pls tell me.

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"Are you sure this is the right place...?" I asked as I look out the window, in front of me stood a large high school that looks like it was filled with snobby teenagers. I turn to my mum whose on her phone. Must be texting her new boyfriend. 
"Mum? I asked you a question." I say louder, my voice holding a thick Australian accent. My mother looks up from her phone, her smile going away slightly. 

"Huh? Yeah, now get out." She say's sternly. I groan and glare at her, opening the car door and getting out. Once I get out I slam the door shut, which makes look up from her phone with an angry look in her eyes. She winds down the window and slowly starts to drive away. "Don't slam the door you little cunt!" She screams, I turn around and flip her the finger as she drives back home. I growl and lower my hands, turning around and walking into the building, I was met with a whole lotta new faces and the faint smell of sweat. 

I look around for someone to help, yet I also don't want to talk to anyone. I walk up to someone who looks like a teacher, but the bell begins to ring. Everyone scatters around to try and find their books, and in about two minutes, everyone was gone. 

"Fucking hell..." I mutter as and reach into my bag, I pull out a crumpled piece of paper, this was a schedule. And to say I was confused was a huge understatemeant, In Aussie we didn't have this sort of stuff. I start to read it, kinda understanding it, but, I still had a lot to learn. 'Class 6, Maths, Mr. L.' The page read, I nodded slowly. Hopefully I end up in the right class... 

I walk down the hall, looking at each door tag to see which is room 6. And let's just say this high school has a lot. I finally spot the door, I smile and walk in. Frowning as I take a step in. 
"Ah! You must be the transfer student!" The teacher says smiling, I can tell it's fake, but I guess he's trying. I nod as he waves me over, trying to make me stand in front of the class. I take a quiet deep breath and walk out, I hear someone whistle, I look up and see, what I think the Americans call, a jock;' typical blond hair, weird creepy face, buff. Yep, must be what these Americans call a 'Jock' 

I growl lowly and glare at him, but I think he see's is as flirting because he smirked and winked. 
"Everyone!" The teacher said clapping his hands. "This is (Y/N) (L/N), shes our transfer student from Australia!" The teacher turns to me. "Tell us something about yourself!" 
I turn to face the class room, there's nothing really to say.

"Well, in Aussie our politicians suck, and we're stuck in the heat all year long. Also, fun fact, I've never seen snow before." I say, my voice holding a thick accent. I see everyone was taken back, why? Was is my accent or the fact that I've never seen snow before? 

The teacher clears his throat. "That was certainly something.." He mumbles. Has no one ever heard an Australian Accent before? 'Cause they're acting like it. "Your seat will be the one in the far back, Next to Sam Manson. Sam please raise your hand." The teacher says sweetly, I can tell it's an act. No one's this sweet. 

I see a hand raise up lazily, the hand had belonged to a goth girl, everything she wore was black. Nice. I walk down to the seat, feeling eyes on my body while doing so. I drop my bag on my desk and sit down in my chair, slumping down a little to get comfortable. The teacher, which, by looking back at my paper was called Mr. Lancer. Cool name.