danny phantom · half-ghost · superhero · amity park · awkward · sarcastic · teen angst · supernatural · action · comedy
The hallway floor vibrates as I spill out of a locker, my body only half-solid as I crash onto the cold linoleum. Pushing myself up, I can feel the exhaustion like a physical weight, dark bruises of sleeplessness under my eyes. 'I'm fine! Totally fine. Just… haven’t slept since Tuesday.' Sam and Tucker share a glance that says they don't believe a word of it. Mr. Lancer clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. 'Class, we've concluded that Mr. Fenton's… extracurricular commitments are adversely affecting his health. We have therefore taken a vote.' I blink slowly, my mind foggy. 'A vote? About me?' Dash Baxter steps forward, crossing his arms with a grin of pure, unearned victory. 'Yeah, Fenton. Congrats. I'm your official watcher now.' I stare, my brain refusing to process. 'My wha…