Authors notes:
Okay, so I don't expect grate praise for this story, it's my first original character story. That's right, it's an OC story so if you don't like it, tuff!
Well try to enjoy it any way.
Disclaimer- I don't own Danny Phantom or any other related characters. The character Jo and Erica are mine though.
You're no Hero
Chapter One: A Brothers Curse
"3:30PM! Danny Phantoms coming on! Jo I already tolled you! Get off the TV!" I'm excited; this is my favorite television show.
"Okay." My brother rolled his yellow-green eyes and left as I changed the channel.
"Up next on Nick is Danny Phantom!" The announcer's voice says.
"Man!" I said watching my favorite characters fill the screen. "If I could have one wish it would be that I could go between Danny's world and my world at will and that I could take people with me!" I did this every time like a drunken, insane, over obsessed fan, and I was... minuses the drunk part. Really I'd thought this wish through several times. Of coarse nothing ever happened... What did you expect? Desiree to pop out of the TV and say: "So you have wished it! So shall it be!!!"? No... That didn't happen... something much, much weirder happen this time around...
Jo walked back into my room and just stood there starring at me; I didn't really mind till it started distracting me from my show. "What do you want?" I demanded.
He just stood there.
"Okay... go away freak."
Stare.
"Stupid," I said, glaring at him. We were now having a staring contest.
"Afternoons delight..." He said suddenly in a creepy voice.
"Um, Jo, I'm trying to watch the show." I say, now irritated to the point of throwing the TV at him.
"... no hero's might..."
"Okay!" I stood up. "That's enough smartass!" I was getting freaked out but I wouldn't admit it.
"... hart surrounded by still..."
I was in his face now. "Nock it off dipstick!"
"... hart as weak as sleet..."
I blinked his eyes were foggy like he couldn't see. "Jo... are you okay?"
"... mark this girl with fait..."
"Do you need me to call mom?" I asked. "You're really, really freaking me out... even for you."
"... let her fall, till she see's strait..."
I grabbed the phone by the couch and started to dial, as I did I warned him. "If this is some kind of sick prank-
"... give the girl her wish, and through in a twist!"
I never did get to dialing that last digit...
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Authors notes:
Okay tell me what you think, this was a random Idea I had like a year ago, I was going to scrap it but changed my mined. So… Review Please!
I like the poem; I made the poem so you don't still!
NO STILL!
Afternoons delight
no hero's might
heart surrounded by still
heart as weak as sleet
mark this girl with fate
let her fall,
till she see's straight
give the girl her wish,
and throw in a twist!