I... Never mind. This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice! I do not own Danny Phantom, and if I did, the series would still be going on to this day.
Interesting how life can turn out, eh?
Although I simply cannot explain the meaning of this "life", I try to "live" it the best as it can be. No matter what, no matter where I go, I wonder to myself... Am I alive or dead?
There is never an answer to the question I wonder most.
My name is Danny. Danny Fenton. As a fifteen year old in Casper High School, people may refer me as "normal".
But that's not true.
I live two lives, one as an unpopular, kicked around loser in a high school, overshadowed by my ghost-obsessed parents and my know-it-all sister.
My other life? Well, I don't think I should call it a "life", because... I'm a ghost.
A powerful ghost.
A popular, famous ghost, hero of Amity Park, detested by my parents.
A ghost that is chased around by ghost hunters.
A ghost where people wish for him to be ripped apart "molecule by molecule".
A ghost that was created in an accident.
Every day, I just wish for the battles, the fights, the chase to end. I'm tired of the life I live, tired of looking at my parents as if they found out my secret, tired of believing that every day someone would catch me and dissect me, torture me, kill me just for the sake of science. Tired of being half alive, half human.
But no matter what, I keep going on in my so called life.
And I regret that.