A/N: This fic is a one-shot. Before reading i'll appologize for the bad quality of the writting and lack of coherence. This fic contains a poem made by me, and i don't thing it's good enough. Also, the characters may be a little ooc, and this story is a bit short. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of it's characters, they belong to Butch Hartman. The only thing i own is the poem.
CREATIVITY
"Mr Fenton! Pay attention please" The bald teacher yelled, startling the blue eyed boy. "This class is about creative literature and the most famous poems made by people with enough creativity to make them" He directed a side glance in the teen's direction.
"I have crativity" The raven haired boy muttered under his breath, but to his dismay, the teacher heard him.
"oh? Is that so? Well, why don't you enlighten us ith making a creative poem describing yourself, and if it's good enough, you'll have a passing mark this semester."
Instantly, Danny started writting and, 15 minutes later, he presented his poem to the teacher.
"Mr Lancer, i've finished!" said the kid.
Lancer eyed him suspiciously but changed his statement befere it leaved his mouth. "Well, Mr Fenton, you shall recite your poem to the hole class to get an oral mark"
Danny hesitantly walked to the front of the class and cleared his throat before casting a glance arround his clasmates and then starting.
"I am different form everyone,
more than anyone thinks,
they look at me and think i'm averrage,
but there's a secret about me
they would never ever believe.
"They think i slack,
that i don't have responsabilities,
but truth be told;
i'm more responsible than i let on.
"I'm one at school,
another at my house,
with my friends i'm fine,
but they truly don't know who i am.
"Whimpy, lonely, punny weak,
Punk, dweep, scum, freak,
Danger, meanace,evil, prick,
Goody, goofy, smiling geek.
"The words that describe me are different,
nothing in common they have,
they make me feel insignificant,
but strong and powerfull at the same time.
"There's a lot of things they don't know about me,
and they will never find out,
but bear this in mind:
i am more different than you think,
so quit thinking and make-belive."
When Danny finished his friends watched him wide eyed. They thought they knew everything about their best friend, but apparently they were wrong. Theis peers didn't know what to think and Mr Lancer was deep in thought when the bell rang, dismissing everyone.
Lancer put Danny is approoved mark and got ready for his next class.
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