Hi guys! I've seen people do the paper thing for essays.. yah... Lols. :P My attempt. One shot. Review please!
Ohh and I don't own DP if I did, Danny would get some major training turn into something even hotter than he already is and have an amazing chic worth his time! (I actually like Sam and Danny, I just loovee the concept of new people more.. no Val please! :PP)
Freedom
Daniel Fenton
Prompt: Write about something that symbolizes something significant in your life.
Flying
I doubt there's anything greater than the feel of wind hitting you hard in the face, the best wake up call is when you plummet downwards towards the ground. I don't think there's anything better than being able to soar to the highest hights and watch as the moon and sun take turns in their rightful places, or how the stars sprinkle into view.
I've spent life stuck with expectations, from my parents and teacher who want to me to be as smart as successful as Jazz to everyone else who expect me to be someone strong and brave. I'm thrown into dark, small spaces plenty of times. But the feeling of being high above in the sky, where I can be simply me, where there's no one to judge me, its freedom.
To fly is to be free, free of-
"And here he was doing so well," Mr. Lancer's whisper reached no one's ears though, and as he considered the person he saw through this piece he realized this was not the person he though Daniel Fenton was.
"One day I will ask him what it feels like to be so free, that is, if he ever gets to feel it as well." he stared into the sky and watched as the birds continued their migration away from where they were coming town. He knew they would be back, better and happier than ever, and sadly Mr. Lancer was next to certain that a trip alone is exactly what Mr. Fenton needed. Glancing back at the paper, he put it aside, knowing his decision.
"I can give him one more night. After all if, he meant to cheat off of someone wouldn't he get a full assignment?" the teachers whispers faded into oblivion as he wondered about his student. He knew there was something about this boy, something different, that would lead him somewhere. If only he could get that drive into his school work.
Little did he know, that the same student had just finished getting patched up from his latest battle and was now experiencing something that Mr. Lancer or anyone else for that matter would ever feel. Freedom...