The Diary of Jazz Fenton
Date: 9-28-20-
Ghosts don't exist. I think it, therefore it is, or so that's what it used to be in my life.
"Simple as that," I would say, and I would continue going on my daily routine- of course trying not to interfere with my parent's own routine of chasing after the paranormal. We were at peace so to say, my parent's had their beliefs and I had my own, leaving us to go separate ways in the same home. I tried to remain the best role model for my younger brother; well that was, until his freshman year of high school came rolling around. That was the year that changed everything for me, shook my whole entire thought process ever since THAT night I had witnessed my own brother transform into the phantom hero the town had come to know and love. I can honestly say that I've never been the same after that night.
It was late at night, and Danny was nowhere to be found. I had rushed around and around to try and find him to get him out of harm's way. As soon as I opened that door to the back alley it had happened all in a flash. I remember my heart had skipped two beats at that exact moment I saw my little baby brother change into one of them, and once he turned back to fly in and save the day I quickly made my escape so he wouldn't figure out what I had witnessed. After he had saved everyone, I silently vowed to myself I wouldn't confront him about it until he was ready to tell me. I could understand though, why he wouldn't tell our parents about his secret. They would be all over him with needles and different surgical equipment to experiment on their own son. A half ghost wasn't something you encountered every day in a small town like Amity Park. Then again, this was the honors student who didn't believe in ghosts and was just converted to a believer of the paranormal abruptly by her own brother. After that night, I had spent many sleepless nights lying awake; my mind kept swimming with new possibilities: like what about mermaids, or dragons for that matter! The thing was everything that I had been giving explanations for could have been completely wrong. My parents could have been right all of those years of bickering over the bumps in the night. What made me feel the worst was the fact that I was wrong, about everything I had ever believed in for my whole life. I guess it's more shocking if anything to me, realizing how misguided and close minded I was this whole time. I'd say the more shocking thing is the fact of the huge responsibility my little baby brother has taken up. I've finally seen that he's actually grown up to be a fine young man, he isn't just my little baby brother anymore; he's an actual hero to many citizens-people who owe their lives to him for his deeds as a person and as a ghost. He doesn't need me to hold his hand anymore to do things; he can do things on his own free will now. And though it may not seem like Danny Fenton, or Danny Phantom for that matter, have many people who are fans of them, I can assure you. Both of them have my full support, as a big sister, and as an undying fan of the amazing phantom hero, Danny Phantom. And I am not ashamed to say that I am proud of them both.