[A/N Just so yah know,everything here is Wes's POV. CDC2003 IN!!!!!!!!]
Wes's POV:

Okay,Danny Fenton, I need to find a way to prove that your phantom, I wasn't thinking earlier to record you and your friends conversation,because this was all going fast. So,first I'll go head down to your house to sp... *Ring Ring Ring* Oh it's Dad. "Yes,Dad," I said after answering the call. "Son, don't go home,stay at school, Mr.Masters is sending one of his chauffers to pick you up to bring you to his Mansion in Wisconsin. I was chosen to help organize one of the community events to raise money,since he's the Mayor and I'm his right hand man," said Dad sounding happy. "Dad,why do I have to come,I-I-I've told you that I don't trust that man,he may be the Mayor but I think he's--" I said but was interrupted by Dad. "Not one more of your false accusations, your even lucky he doesn't have us in lockdown for accusing him and for him knowing that teens are calling you phantom," Dad said in a more louder and stern voice. "But--" interrupted,AGAIN,you know who, "No more butts,keep those behind you because I need you to seat them and wait for your drive. " Ugh?!!" I moaned.*Beep Beep Beep* [call ended] Okay,let me get this straight,as you may have guessed,I don't like this guy named Vlad Masters.... Why?I think he may be a ghost, which I think is related to Phantom, reason being,when I overheard his conversation with the ghost Vlad Plasmius. And no,I don't go random picking of whose a ghost just because I don't like 'em. I mean. Those ghost are simply idiots, why choose a alter-ego name that begins with your first name. Stupid much!!!! I think they are either Jack Fenton's level and yes that's only one subject on which I agree with Mr.Masters,or they are Paulina's level who use make up to make up her brain,I think her brain is as small as a peanut and I ain't exaggerating,I ain't sexist either,what I mean is what I experience everyday considering the fact that her locker is basically beside mine. And because of my pictures of Phantom and Fenton in my locker,words can't even express what I experience everyday of my miserable life.

*Flashback*

As I open my locker. It's now opened. "Eek!!!!!!! Where did you get that cute pic of phantom,Ooooooh!!!! Can I have that one," Paulina fangirling, as usual,EVERYDAY!!!!!!*Through gritted teeth* "Of course you can,as soon as I replace the one you took from me yesterday, like ever since I collected pictures of Phantom, and the same question you ask me everyday, I'm pretty sure it's not dajavue!!!It's torture. Can't you leave a stressed out guy alone for one day,one day is just I ask,if I have to tolerate one more day of this I'll take my risk and ask Mr.Lancer to change my locker to #724,I don't get how people would love to get a locker beside yours,your so annoying!!!!" I said walking off...then began counting off,3..2..1..--"Jeez,I only asked for a pick of Phantom,not your attitude," said Paulina walking away and swaying her hips...as usual. "Good timing... I think it's a world record, Paulina!!!! 28 days in a row.....saying the same god damn thing. *sigh* four weeks of torture. I hate my life. Why me? Why me? (Two "why me?" was intended) What did I do?

*End of Flashback*

Yup. That's my life. Anyways thanks to that ghost freak, VLAD,I can't get to spy on Fenton. Oh well. He's got one day extra to live. Good luck. Tomorrow is when I expose yah,look out Fenturd,Wes is coming for yah,Tucker Foley as in Tech Freak and Gothic Queen can't help yah freak, now watch out for this,I'm the baddest on your nightmare list.

Author's Notes:
How yah loving this? I know I am,soon everything 's gonna get too spicy 4 yah. Speaking of spicy, I'm feeling for KFC spicy chicken wings or maybe the spicy barbeque chicken wings, one kind will do. Or maybe I should mix it. Mmmmmm...... CDC2003 OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!