The Halfa Prince (Book 1) *RE-MASTERED*

Chapter 3: The Life of a Highschool Halfa

Third Person POV

By the time Danny reached the Fenton Portal, transformed back into his human self and climbed into bed it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. Danny mentally groaned as he curled up under the covers, praying he could at least get a good hour and a half worth of sleep.

Unfortunately for Danny, not shortly after he closed his eyes the young hero was roused from his peaceful slumber by a beeping alarm clock. He slammed his hand down on the snooze button before throwing the covers up over his head and clutching onto them tight, wishing just for a few more seconds of precious sleep.

"Danny, sweetie! You better get up or you'll be late for school." Maddie Fenton yelled up the stairs, destroying Danny's hopes for a slightly longer sleep in an instant.

The teen sighed as he threw off his covers and planted his feet on the floor. "Coming!" He shouted back, half yawning. He stood up scratching his chest as he walked by his dresser mirror, noticing the bandages from last night. He would have to change them before going to school today or Sam would have his head. He quickly reached under his bed for his private first aid kit, removed the old bandages, and applied medicine to his wound before re-wrapping it in fresh bandages. He would have to ask Sam to check on the stitches eventually, but things like that could wait.

After quickly getting dressed in a pair of comfy jeans, his signature white and red shirt, and slipping on a red hoodie to hide the bandages, Danny headed downstairs for breakfast. He walked into the kitchen where Maddie Fenton was busy cooking pancakes and Jack Fenton was sitting at the table tinkering with one of his many ghost catching tools. "Morning Danny." Maddie said cheerfully as she walked over to Danny and placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. 

"Morning." The teen replied, still half asleep as he dug into his pancakes.

Jack noticed his son's state and put down the ghost weapon he was tinkering with. "Something bothering you son?" He asked, trying to get Danny's attention.

Danny resisted the urge to laugh. There was so much on his mind right now. Learning he was a newly dubbed Prince-to-be, he was to trust one of his old enemies to protect him - not that he needed protecting - and the fact that he had to find a way to break the news to his friends. Danny sighed, "Not a thing. I'm just still sleepy." He answered, taking a bite out of his pancakes.

Jazz Fenton entered the kitchen, her nose buried in one of her many psychology books. She breezed by the table, snatching an apple and taking a bite out of it, not once taking her eyes off the book she was reading.

"Morning, Princess." Jack said, shooting his elder daughter a smile.

Jazz nodded in reply before shuffling back into the living room. Jack looked kind of dejected at not getting a reply from Jazz but he quickly brushed it off and smiled as he resumed tinkering on the ghost device.

Danny finished his pancakes and placed his dishes in the sink. He walked into the living room to see Jazz sitting on the couch, Danny's bag in her hand and an angry expression on her face. "Mind telling me what happened last night?" She asked, making it sound more like a demand.

Danny lowered his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked over to Jazz. "I had a little fight with Skulker, no big deal." He muttered, reaching for his bag.

"No big deal?!" Jazz cried out, but making sure to keep her voice low enough so their parents wouldn't here. She pulled the bag away from Danny's reach, her eyes burning with fury and worry. "Sam texted me last night." Jazz admitted. "She said she had to give you four stitches! Stitches Danny!"

"Whatever." Danny grumbled as he tried to lunge at his backpack.

Jazz sidestepped the teen, causing Danny to crash into the couch instead. "Wrong answer." She scolded. "This is serious."