So. I have decided to rewrite a third time, and since the second is a rewrite, I will make it awesomer.
Things that will change:
-Danny and the gang are now seventeen, ending their junior year in the beginning
-The whole 'Dan' bit is nixed.
-I will attempt to make the characters less OOC
-I can't seem to get the party scene right.
-Danny hardly reacted in the first two tries
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Starlight (Take Two!)
Seventeen-year-old Danny Fenton stared tiredly out the window. The Box Ghost showed up five times the previous night.
It was June, and the classroom was unseasonably warm. But the heat didn't bother Danny. It made him all the more tired. Tucker, who was next to him, wiped off his forehead and sighed.
"Dude, you are so lucky the summer doesn't bother you!" He said, fiddling with his overheating PDA.
"Yeah, I guess." Danny yawned. He pushed some of his hair from his face. Danny liked his new haircut, but it just didn't seem Him. Danny's hair was now skater boy style (What? I thought it would look good on him.) and now only fell partly into his eyes.
"This sucks." Danny thought. "I hate school."
Lancer raised his eyebrow. "Thanks for clearing that up."
"Dude!" Tucker laughed.
"I said that out loud?"
"Yeah! Nice one!" Tucker held out his hand for Danny to high-five.
Danny blushed until it could've put a tomato to shame. He buried his head in his arms. Danny looked up at the clock somberly. Twenty minutes until lunch. The teen began to clunk his head against the pale green plastic of his desk, repeatedly. Screw the fifty brain cells that died with every clunk. Maybe he'd forget how to be embarrassed.
The bell rang, and Danny had collected his books and was out the door in record time.
"HEY FENTON!" Dash yelled over all the noise. "NICE ONE IN LANCER'S CLASS TODAY!"
Oh great, the halfa thought. It's been thirty seconds and now everyone knows. Danny shrugged it off, went to his locker and threw the binders inside. The locker two doors from his slammed so loudly open Danny was surprise he could still hear.
"Hey Sam." He said. "Bad class?"
"Oh, you think?" The Goth said sarcastically. "Mrs. Lowan gave us French homework and a lecture on drug safety." Danny began to laugh hysterically.
"Oh wow! I mean, I'd expect something from a health teacher! How'd she manage to do that?"
Sam stopped smirking.
"She's right behind me, isn't she?"
Sam nodded. Indeed, the pale petite woman gave Danny a five minutes mini-lecture on manners and respect for elders. When she finally left, the halfa sighed and said, "I'm not having the best day either."
Sam rolled her eyes. "Dash is having a party."
Danny also rolled his eyes. "How wonderful." He said sarcastically. "I'd rather have my insides burned out."
"Partay!" The screaming throngs of teens shouted. Danny slammed his locker door and mumbled something about stupidity.
"Every year Dash has one of his parties. Every year we aren't invited. Every year I don't care."
"True that." Sam said.
Like usual, the halls were incredibly crowded, but cleared out as the bell rang.
Danny sighed. "I'm bored."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"So, um. Lunch. Now. Yes?" Danny stuttered.
"Uh. Yeah. Sure."
More awkward silence as they walked down to the lunchroom. The room was noisy, as usual, and even louder because Tucker was shouting at them, "Guys! Over here! Hello?"
Danny and Sam sat down at the table. Tucker was still talking a mile a minute.
"I'm so excited! Aren't you? For the party, I mean. Isn't it going to be awesome?"
"Dude, we weren't invited." Danny said tiredly. "As usual."
"Actually, dude, we were invited."
"In your stupidest dreams." Sam assumed.
"I'm serious. And you guys are going." Tucker said smugly.
"No. We're not." Danny said assuring. "I have a hundred better things to do."
"Yeah, right. Name one."
"Er… family night?" Danny guessed.
"Nice try. You'd better go. Or else." Tucker hissed.
"Or else what?" Danny challenged.
"Or else…" Tucker whispered the rest of the 'or else' in Danny and Sam's ears.
"Oh. Um. Okay then." Danny slumped farther down in his seat and turned red.
"You are evil." Sam hissed at Tucker.
"Thank you." Tucker beamed.
I hope you enjoyed. I sort of had writer's block. Maybe the story will get on the road now. Please review.