3rd person

"Hi mom."

"Hi dad."

"So, what are you guys doing here?" you asked, trying your best to hide the annoyance in your voice. "Go take your seat, we will be discussing that soon." said Mr. Lancer. You and Danny took your seats in the back of the class. Not really caring about what Jack and Maddie had to say, you both pulled out your poetry journals and started writing. 

While Jack was explaining how 'ghosts are horrible creatures' and 'ghosts are evil' and 'ghosts should be ripped apart molecule by molecule', Maddie was scanning over the classroom making sure everyone was paying attention, she was surprised to see her two 16 year olds writing in a journal instead of paying attention to their own 'parents'. She marched over to you two and took the journals from you.

"Hey!" you two said in protest, yet she still didn't listen (what makes this time different). 

"What is this?" she mumbled. Mr. Lancer took the papers, despite the cries of protest that came out of two of his students, and his eyes went wide. "M-Ms. Fenton, when did you children learn Latin?" he asked. "They don't, we never taught them." she answered. "Well these papers say otherwise!" he said, loudly, might I add. "Well they certainly aren't-"

"Aren't what?" you cut her off. "Smart enough? We're smarter than you actually give us credit for." Danny finished for you.

"If the freaks are so smart then what did they write?" Dash the dipshit asked. Other mumbles of agreement came from the class, wanting to know what was on the papers.  When he said 'freaks' you subconsciously touched your hair, but Danny put a hand on your shoulder to snap you back into reality. 

Mr. Lancer cleared his throat, making you go tense.

"(Y/n) Fenton-

Lacrimosa dies illa, 

qua resurget ex favilla 

ludicandus homo reus

Huic ergo parce, Deus

Daniel Fenton-

In uno mundo ego neglexi 

Alio sum adoratur

Revertar ut praelier adversum homo et vivet

Ut humanum genus vigere

Nemo conscius meus in excelsis...

Hoc ubi quod Daemones hide" 

Everyone was wondering what the translation was so the dipshit asked. "What does that mean?!" So he cleared his throat again and said,

"(Y/n) Fenton-

Tearful will be that day,

On which from the ash arises 

The guilty man who is to be judged

Spare him therefore, God

Daniel Fenton-

In one world I am ignored

In another I am adored 

I must fight and stay alive

So that the human race may thrive

Will no one else take my side...

This is where my Demons hide"

The entire class was in shock. Who knew the two people who are failing all their classes could be so good at poetry?! 

While the class was in their trance, Danny was repeatedly hitting his head on the desk, you put your hoodie on and trying to hide in your hands, and Sam ant Tucker were snickering at your misfortune. Mr. Lancer slowly slid the journals back to you and you both just stuffed it in your backpacks. 

You looked up from your hoodie and Danny just laid there with his head on his desk. You put on a fake-sweet smile that sent shivers down their spines. (a/n You know those kinds of smiles? Like, bitter-sweet smile? No? Ok I'll shut up now.) "Anyways, you were saying?" you said in a 'I'm an angel' voice.

"Oh yes." said Mr. Lancer. "You all must be wondering why Mr and Mrs. Fenton are teaching you about ghosts."

"More like stating what you believe." you whispered  to Danny, who nodded in agreement.

"They are teaching you this because you will need this information for our field trip." Murmurs of excitement filled the room.

Someone raised their hand, "Where will we be going to, Mr. Lancer?" they asked.

"We will be going to Th-" He was cut off by your 'father' "THE GHOST ZONE!" he boomed. Instantly, your stomach dropped. The class was silent for a few seconds...

"I GET TO SEE THE GHOST BOY!" screamed the Latina that you hate. The realization that the class got to see their town hero hit them and they instantly started talking among themselves. "We will be leaving tomorrow. I know its a short notice but your parents have gotten a letter and have all agreed." said Maddie.

You and Danny were completely silent. Neither had to say it, but you both knew it. This spells disaster.

NEW CHAPTER HOPE YOU ENJOY BYE LITTLE PHANTOMS

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