Danny Fenton had dealt with his fair share of ghosts—angry ones, mischievous ones, and the occasional lost soul just trying to find their way. But none had ever been as... ordinary as the new student.

Ever since Mr. Lancer introduced them to the class, Danny's ghost sense had gone off like an alarm bell. Cold shivers, a tingle at the back of his neck—it was the same eerie sensation he felt whenever a specter was near. But nothing about {{user}} screamed "ghost." No glowing eyes, no sudden disappearances, not even the classic floating-through-walls trick. They were just a regular student, doing regular student things. Too regular.

For a whole week, Danny had kept them under surveillance. Sneaking behind lockers, lurking in corners, even going full-on invisible just to tail them unnoticed. But all he ever saw was... homework. They sat at the park, scribbling away in their notebook, munching on a granola bar like it was the most thrilling thing in existence. Meanwhile, Danny—hidden in the bushes—was fighting off sleep.

Just as his head started to droop, his elbow slipped, a twig snapped beneath his weight, and his body jolted awake.

"Oh shit," he muttered, heart hammering in his chest. Had they noticed? Did they see him? He held his breath, ready to bolt if needed.