From the Journal of Danny Fenton
January 13th 2008
Being a world-famous superhero isn't as easy as I thought it would be, you know? Christmas break ends tomorrow, but I almost feel like it never began. I spent the first half of it dodging people from school that wanted Danny Phantom's autograph and the second half fighting off colleges that want to recruit a superhero. It makes me miss the days when my identity was a secret. Well, not when I had to keep it a secret from my family, but… I just wish I didn't have the whole world breathing down my neck some times.
That said, I do have a few good college offers. Vanderbilt in Nashville, Tennessee of all places wants me. Who would want to go to Tennessee for anything, let alone higher education? Harvard said they appreciate me saving the world, but my grades aren't good enough. I'm definitely NOT going to the University of Wisconsin, but I don't want to go anywhere here in Illinois either. Amity Park has plenty of defenders now—Valerie, Mom and Dad, Dani. I can call a new city home.
I'm thinking about the University of Florida. It's closer to Cape Canaveral than any other university that's expressed interest.
Anyway, I guess I'd better turn in. School tomorrow.
January 14th 2008
Well, school went about as well as can be expected. Sam's still mad at me and won't tell me why. Every time I've tried to make it up to her, she ignores me. Tucker knows something, and won't tell me. I feel like I'm an outsider with everyone I want to be around and an insider with a bunch of strangers.
Then again, I guess I can't blame them for standing off, the way I'm always about to be trampled by a mob of fan-people. Sometimes I hate my generation.
On a more superheroic note… I saw Bridget today. Remember Bridget? No, of course you don't. You're a diary… er, journal. You don't remember anything. Okay, Bridget. She was a girl who transferred to Casper High in the spring of my Sophomore year, just after my identity went public. She was weird.
And coming from a guy that's half ghost, that's saying something. Dash always called her "Bridget the Idjit" because she'd give the most bizarre answers to questions.
"Who's the first president of the United States?"
"William Gates."
"Who founded Microsoft?"
"Alfred, Lord Tennyson."
Sam talked to her and seemed to like her, so I guess she couldn't be that stupid. Sam doesn't like stupid people. Sam always said she was just different, that her mind worked differently than everyone else's.
Then Bridget got killed—a murder that went unsolved.
But I saw her today—Bridget's ghost. She was in the girl's locker room (I was eavesdropping on Sam, trying to figure out why she's mad at me. Honest.) My ghost sense just went off, and there she was. I don't think Bridget saw me…
And as I learned the hard way with Mr. Lancer—God rest his soul—people don't become ghosts under normal circumstances.
I think Bridget was killed by a ghost, and I guess it's Danny Phantom's job to figure out who it was, and why. I'll write more when I know more.
From the Diary of Sam Manson
January 13, 2008
Christmas break officially ends tomorrow. Joy, oh rapture. Sarcasm aside, I'm disappointed that the Christmas Break didn't go as I would have liked? But what about my life ever does? I had hoped that the break would have freed the trio of us to spend our time together just fooling around like we used to. But Tucker's family had nearly the entire break busy for him with family and other guests visiting during the holiday. So I spent the weeks of freedom avoiding my family at every chance possible and stomaching all of our Hanukkah traditions.
Still, I saw Tucker more that I saw Danny.
That's really sad when you see your friend more than your boyfriend.
And I think that I'm justifiably peeved at Danny by this point. Yes, he's got responsibilities that keep him busy. Busier than he'd like to be. And no one leaves him alone despite Tucker and I trying continuously to get him or her off his case. But we were so close two years ago and now we barely get a word in to each other some days. The team we had has become his one-man show. And Danny doesn't even realize that it's happening, which is what really makes me mad.
If a ghost attacked over the break, I didn't hear about it. Danny has gotten so strong over the years that he can take care of them most of time by himself by now, but…
All I'm wanting is a call from him every few days to check in. A "Hey, Sam. Sorry we haven't talked; I've been swamped. Can we get together sometime? Hey, I've got to go, sorry, I love you."
That just made me sound like some sappy romantic. I think I'm tired; I'll get back to you when I've come to my senses.
January 14, 2008
I've got homework already, do you believe it? All that hype you hear about how easy seniors have it when you're still lower classmen is just that; hype. I have fewer classes than before, but the teachers are sadists. I feel sorry for Tucker. He has more classes than I do because he put off getting all the credits he needed for graduation.
Danny is more astute than I gave him credit for. At least he knows that I'm mad, but he doesn't know why.
Hard not to be with the stunt he pulled earlier today. He was there in the girl's locker room today. I've had four years to get accustomed to Danny's powers; it doesn't take a genius to figure out the cause when the temperature suddenly drops thirty degrees. I saw red for a bit.
Although….when I cooled off a bit, I did notice something about him. Something that potentially has me worried. For the rest of the school day, he was lost in thought and distracted. I know that face on Danny; it always meant he was contemplating something ghost related. Hard to say what he's thinking about, but I can't just let him go looking for trouble (Or have trouble come looking for him) without back up.
Maybe I'll call him. Maybe. But for now I should get to that homework.
AN: Thanks for reading. All sincere reviews are appreciated. The Danny portions are written by me, while the Sam portions are written by my wonderful girlfriend Faith's Melody. Be sure to drop her a line too, maybe it would encourage her to write more!