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Danny Phantom (FanFic Reader Insert)
Ch.1 Meet The Gang

It’s your first day of school in Amity Park’s, Casper High. All morning since you first woke up, the butterflies that you had in your stomach the day before came back, silently buzzing faster than ever. Your dad was taking you to the school today, your mom staying home to fix up more. Sitting in the passenger seat, you began tapping your feet on the mat below and clammy hands stuck together as you looked out the window.

You saw other students walking mostly in groups as they were heading to the school as well. Cars passed you by, students in them, some with smiles, some with frowns, even some with just blank expressions. You sighed, causing some of your ---(Color)--- hair to fly up around your face.

Your dad looked over, small grin crawling up his face as he saw how you were acting. “You okay there ________?” He asked as he kept driving.

You turned to him and nodded your head.

“You know, you’ve been awfully quiet _________ are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m fine dad. Sorry for being quiet…” You said, speaking to him for almost the first time in the day. You saw that he was concerned, putting on a wry smile to him to show you were okay.

He finally pulled up to the school, you watched as crowds of students started to flood into the building, pushing and shoving few to get inside first.

You grabbed your ----(Color)---- bag and pulled it over your shoulder as you were getting ready to get out of the car.

“Aren’t you forgetting something _____?” Your dad called.

Sighing again, you looked back at him with pleading eyes, “Dad…!” You sharply whispered.

“At least I’m not like your mom, honking the horn and saying out the car ‘Have a good day sweetie,’” Your dad smiled with a slight chuckle.

You chuckled back, nodding your head and leaning over and placing a quick peak on his cheek.

“Bye dad,” You quickly said as you then rushed out the car and headed inside.

The hall was crowded with students. Looking over your schedule you found your classroom number and went down the hall as carefully as you could to get to the destination.

Passing the walls of lockers, you glanced from side to side, seeing the different students standing around putting belongings away or just talking with friends.

Three girls looked over at you as you were walking passed them. They had all turned to each other, whispering before you came right by just in time to hear them giggle and cackle. Sighing almost on cue, you figured they were speaking of you.

Soon the bell rang for classes to begin. You finally found your classroom and walked inside, moving to the back of the room and taking a seat in the back corner.

The classes were fine and short, being the first day of the new school year.

Lunchtime quickly came around; you walked to the cafeteria and stood in line with your tray. While waiting to be served whatever food they had at the school, you glanced around, seeing all the typical ‘clichés’ of the students.

Popular with the popular, nerds with other nerds and geeks, jocks with other sports jocks, so on and so forth. But there was one group of friends that was slightly surprising for you to see together.

Towards were it seemed the closest table to one exit, sat three friends, two guys and a single girl. It surprised you because you didn’t really see gothic students with an average looking guy and a tech nerd. Well, you figured the guy with glasses and red beret was a tech nerd considering he was spazing out earlier that his PDA was acting funny again, calling it his ‘baby’ or something like that.

Not wanting to bug any of the other group, you found an empty table and sat at it, staring down at the food you had just received from the bored looking lunch ladies. You sighed as you began to pick at it, not entirely in the mood to eat as you were thinking how you were going to survive being on your own at this school.

Without your knowing as you were in your thoughts, a jock of blonde hair had came into the cafeteria, his face boiling red and right hand clinging to a piece of paper. It was only till this boy shouted did you pop out of your daze.

“FENTON!” You heard the cry.

Quickly lifting up your head and looking behind you at the jock who was now holding on to the shirt of the average looking boy of black hair and blue eyes.

“What letter grade is this huh?!” The jock shouted.

“I-it’s an F, what other letter could it be?” The other boy said, stuttering on his first words and looking like he was braver than what others might think.

“Why is this F on my paper?” The jock asked.

‘Honestly you get an F on the first day of the school year? Maybe its because you didn’t study…?’ You thought to yourself, figuring this guy out quickly of just being a bully and taking out his frustration of the innocent guy.

“W-well what letter grade were you expecting? A ‘D’?” The black haired boy tried to joke.

His friends stifled their laughter while some of the blonde jock’s friends behind him and a few of the students close around started to snicker.

“H-how did you get an F anyways, it’s the first day of school?” The boy then said after the laughing ceased.

“Oh, well, this was the last F I got from last year, but it seemed that you disappeared on me before I could take it out on you, so here it is now,” The jock smirked, pulling the boy higher and closer so they were eye-to-eye.

From where you were at, you could see the boy gulp, readying himself to getting punched in the face, his friends standing by and wanting to help, only to be stopped by the jock’s friends.

You looked around, seeing the other students either ignoring this scene or watching intently. You sighed, grabbing a food item from your tray and flinging it at the jock’s head. You heard a splat as the food came in contact with the blonde’s head, earning ‘ohs’ and snickers from others close by.

You quickly ducked down and turned away as you saw the jock let go of the boy and look around the room to see who throw food at him. But before he could confront the person, you heard another voice speak louder than his.

“FOOD FIGHT!!”

In the blink of an eye, you watched as food were flying all across the room, looking back at the jock you saw that his face was covered in pudding, which must have been flung by the black haired boy as he saw him run away in time.

A small giggle left your throat, as you were safe under your table and not getting plastered with food like the others. You watched the food fly until you felt a slight tap on your shoulder.

You gasped a little as you jumped and turned around, coming eye-to-eye with a pair of sky blue eyes.

“H-hi…” The boy nervously chuckled.

“H-hi…” You nervously replied, you swear you could feel your face starting to warm up slightly, embarrassed to be found under a table during a food fight instead of joining in.

At least, you thought this boy had joined in as his white shirt was a bit stained with food now.

“Psst, hey Danny come on!” The goth girl called out from just outside the table, she was on her hands and knees, avoiding the flying food along with their tech friend.

The black haired boy, whom you have come to know, is named Danny, looked at the goth girl once before looking back to you.

“Come on,” He smiled, gesturing you to follow him and his friends.

Making it out of the cafeteria, you sighed in relief, now walking down the hallways with the three friends.

“Thanks for getting me out of there…” You told the three, giving a smile to them.

“No problem, but I think I should be the one to thank you,” Danny said with a slight chuckle.

“Huh?” You blinked, tilting your head a little to one side in confusion.

“You did the first throw, saving me from being beaten to a pulp, so had to return the favor.” The boy explained.

“Oh… Right.” You chuckled back.

“You’re the new girl, right?” Danny’s tech friend asked but not looking at you as he messed with his PDA once again.

“Uh, yeah… Just moved here a few days ago…” You told the three.

“Well, welcome to Amity Park,” Danny gave a crooked grin and stopped with his friends in the empty hallway. “Name’s Danny Fenton.” He introduced, sticking out his hand to you.

You quietly shook it and smiled as he then continued to announce his friends.

“This is Sam Manson and Tucker Foley.”

“Hey!” The two spoke in unison and waved their hands to you.

“Hi… I’m ______ ______.”

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Danny Phantom (FanFic Reader Insert)
Ch.1 Meet The Gang

It’s your first day of school in Amity Park’s, Casper High. All morning since you first woke up, the butterflies that you had in your stomach the day before came back, silently buzzing faster than ever. Your dad was taking you to the school today, your mom staying home to fix up more. Sitting in the passenger seat, you began tapping your feet on the mat below and clammy hands stuck together as you looked out the window.

You saw other students walking mostly in groups as they were heading to the school as well. Cars passed you by, students in them, some with smiles, some with frowns, even some with just blank expressions. You sighed, causing some of your ---(Color)--- hair to fly up around your face.

Your dad looked over, small grin crawling up his face as he saw how you were acting. “You okay there ________?” He asked as he kept driving.

You turned to him and nodded your head.

“You know, you’ve been awfully quiet _________ are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m fine dad. Sorry for being quiet…” You said, speaking to him for almost the first time in the day. You saw that he was concerned, putting on a wry smile to him to show you were okay.

He finally pulled up to the school, you watched as crowds of students started to flood into the building, pushing and shoving few to get inside first.

You grabbed your ----(Color)---- bag and pulled it over your shoulder as you were getting ready to get out of the car.

“Aren’t you forgetting something _____?” Your dad called.

Sighing again, you looked back at him with pleading eyes, “Dad…!” You sharply whispered.

“At least I’m not like your mom, honking the horn and saying out the car ‘Have a good day sweetie,’” Your dad smiled with a slight chuckle.

You chuckled back, nodding your head and leaning over and placing a quick peak on his cheek.

“Bye dad,” You quickly said as you then rushed out the car and headed inside.

The hall was crowded with students. Looking over your schedule you found your classroom number and went down the hall as carefully as you could to get to the destination.

Passing the walls of lockers, you glanced from side to side, seeing the different students standing around putting belongings away or just talking with friends.

Three girls looked over at you as you were walking passed them. They had all turned to each other, whispering before you came right by just in time to hear them giggle and cackle. Sighing almost on cue, you figured they were speaking of you.

Soon the bell rang for classes to begin. You finally found your classroom and walked inside, moving to the back of the room and taking a seat in the back corner.

The classes were fine and short, being the first day of the new school year.

Lunchtime quickly came around; you walked to the cafeteria and stood in line with your tray. While waiting to be served whatever food they had at the school, you glanced around, seeing all the typical ‘clichés’ of the students.

Popular with the popular, nerds with other nerds and geeks, jocks with other sports jocks, so on and so forth. But there was one group of friends that was slightly surprising for you to see together.

Towards were it seemed the closest table to one exit, sat three friends, two guys and a single girl. It surprised you because you didn’t really see gothic students with an average looking guy and a tech nerd. Well, you figured the guy with glasses and red beret was a tech nerd considering he was spazing out earlier that his PDA was acting funny again, calling it his ‘baby’ or something like that.

Not wanting to bug any of the other group, you found an empty table and sat at it, staring down at the food you had just received from the bored looking lunch ladies. You sighed as you began to pick at it, not entirely in the mood to eat as you were thinking how you were going to survive being on your own at this school.

Without your knowing as you were in your thoughts, a jock of blonde hair had came into the cafeteria, his face boiling red and right hand clinging to a piece of paper. It was only till this boy shouted did you pop out of your daze.

“FENTON!” You heard the cry.

Quickly lifting up your head and looking behind you at the jock who was now holding on to the shirt of the average looking boy of black hair and blue eyes.

“What letter grade is this huh?!” The jock shouted.

“I-it’s an F, what other letter could it be?” The other boy said, stuttering on his first words and looking like he was braver than what others might think.

“Why is this F on my paper?” The jock asked.

‘Honestly you get an F on the first day of the school year? Maybe its because you didn’t study…?’ You thought to yourself, figuring this guy out quickly of just being a bully and taking out his frustration of the innocent guy.

“W-well what letter grade were you expecting? A ‘D’?” The black haired boy tried to joke.

His friends stifled their laughter while some of the blonde jock’s friends behind him and a few of the students close around started to snicker.

“H-how did you get an F anyways, it’s the first day of school?” The boy then said after the laughing ceased.

“Oh, well, this was the last F I got from last year, but it seemed that you disappeared on me before I could take it out on you, so here it is now,” The jock smirked, pulling the boy higher and closer so they were eye-to-eye.

From where you were at, you could see the boy gulp, readying himself to getting punched in the face, his friends standing by and wanting to help, only to be stopped by the jock’s friends.

You looked around, seeing the other students either ignoring this scene or watching intently. You sighed, grabbing a food item from your tray and flinging it at the jock’s head. You heard a splat as the food came in contact with the blonde’s head, earning ‘ohs’ and snickers from others close by.

You quickly ducked down and turned away as you saw the jock let go of the boy and look around the room to see who throw food at him. But before he could confront the person, you heard another voice speak louder than his.

“FOOD FIGHT!!”

In the blink of an eye, you watched as food were flying all across the room, looking back at the jock you saw that his face was covered in pudding, which must have been flung by the black haired boy as he saw him run away in time.

A small giggle left your throat, as you were safe under your table and not getting plastered with food like the others. You watched the food fly until you felt a slight tap on your shoulder.

You gasped a little as you jumped and turned around, coming eye-to-eye with a pair of sky blue eyes.

“H-hi…” The boy nervously chuckled.

“H-hi…” You nervously replied, you swear you could feel your face starting to warm up slightly, embarrassed to be found under a table during a food fight instead of joining in.

At least, you thought this boy had joined in as his white shirt was a bit stained with food now.

“Psst, hey Danny come on!” The goth girl called out from just outside the table, she was on her hands and knees, avoiding the flying food along with their tech friend.

The black haired boy, whom you have come to know, is named Danny, looked at the goth girl once before looking back to you.

“Come on,” He smiled, gesturing you to follow him and his friends.

Making it out of the cafeteria, you sighed in relief, now walking down the hallways with the three friends.

“Thanks for getting me out of there…” You told the three, giving a smile to them.

“No problem, but I think I should be the one to thank you,” Danny said with a slight chuckle.

“Huh?” You blinked, tilting your head a little to one side in confusion.

“You did the first throw, saving me from being beaten to a pulp, so had to return the favor.” The boy explained.

“Oh… Right.” You chuckled back.

“You’re the new girl, right?” Danny’s tech friend asked but not looking at you as he messed with his PDA once again.

“Uh, yeah… Just moved here a few days ago…” You told the three.

“Well, welcome to Amity Park,” Danny gave a crooked grin and stopped with his friends in the empty hallway. “Name’s Danny Fenton.” He introduced, sticking out his hand to you.

You quietly shook it and smiled as he then continued to announce his friends.

“This is Sam Manson and Tucker Foley.”

“Hey!” The two spoke in unison and waved their hands to you.

“Hi… I’m ______ ______.”