The Other Halfa: Part II - Danny Phantom the Series

Beauty Marked: Part 1

It had been a few weeks since the whole incident with Skulker and size, a few weeks since the kiss, and a few weeks since I told Danny we'd talk. Truth be told, I've kinda been avoiding that talk, but thanks to finals, it's been a bit easy. For all I know, he thinks I'm still mad, but truth be told, I forgave him a few days after the whole Valerie thing. I know I should still be mad at him, but I just can't. 

I think I've fallen in love with Danny...

I was brought back out of my thoughts as the speaker on stage started her presentation. 

"Girls, do you dream of being a princess?" This blonde lady asks in a blue dress with some green scales.

According to Dad, I'm still his little princess.

 Nonetheless, while all the other girls were shouting yes, Sam and I said in unison, "No." 

"Of wearing beautiful gowns and jewelry?" 

Only on special occasions, otherwise, the dresses you're talking about are a nuisance now that I'm a ghost hunter. 

Same as before, all the girls shouted yes while Sam and I said, "No." 

"Of charming that begalling special prince?"

My eyes flicker over to where Danny was supposed to be sitting, and I started to wish I were helping him with the ghost, but he had insisted he would take care of it. 

"And gag," Sam and I say, doing the gagging motion while pointing our fingers at our mouths as she continued. 

"I'm Dora Madelin, and I wanna make sure that dream comes true for one of you sweet young ladies!" 

She pulls a rope to her left as a sign came down that read, 'Miss Teenage Happy Princess Beauty Pageant.' I stare at the sign in a bit of disgust, and Sam does the same. 

"That's why I'm bringing my Miss Teenage Happy Princess Beauty Pageant right here to your school!" 

"I hate this more than I hate the rising sun," Sam mutters, and I nod.

"What's wrong with Beauty Pageants?" Tucker asked, looking at us both with confusion.

"Other than the fact that they turn girls into shallow doormats and boys into drooling idiots? Everything!" Sam explains before I chime in.

"And I don't see the point." 

"But it's got a swimsuit competition!" Tucker squeals.

Sam and I give each other a look, knowing full well our point had just been proven. 

"I need a worthy and chivalrous knight to select our princess," Dora said, looking around the auditorium as every guy shot up from their seat, waving their arms, hoping to get chosen.

"Aw man, Danny would love this! Where is he anyway?" Tucker asks, looking at what was supposed to be his seat.

"Doing something I'd rather be doing..." I grumble.

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Outside the school, Danny was fighting a medieval ghost that kept swinging his ax while Danny kept dodging.

"Hey! If you needed something, you should just ax! Get it? Ax!" 

A rope was thrown as Danny's feet were tied together, and he was dragged back into the school. 

"Our princess must appeal to the masses so she shall be chosen by a common boy! Someone average and bland," Dora explains as she passes by Dash, Kwan, Mikey, and Tucker, criticizing each one. "Too popular, too athletic, too nerdy, too—"