In memory of 9/11, this is the story of that fatal plane crash through Danny Fenton's eyes. I don't own the song. Darryl Worley does.
Have You Forgotten
A fifteen year old Danny Fenton sat in his living room, watching the news, to see if anything interesting was going to happen, or a ghost was attacking, since his ghost sense didn't sense 20 miles away.
The anchorwoman came onto the screen. And she showed a video of the plane crash that he'd seen through his own eyes years ago. It was September 11th.
He bit his lip. After his accident in the Portal, he'd always felt that he had to help people in trouble. He'd had it before, but it was strengthened after Danny Phantom happened.
He picked up the remote and hit the power button.
The Next Day
"I hope you all remembered 9/11 yesterday and thought a minute for all those people who lost their lives that day." The voice of Principle Ishiyama buzzed over the intercom during the morning announcements.
"I don't see why everyone's making a big deal about this anyway. A few people died, so what?" Danny had been forced to sit across the row from Dash Baxter that day and was just close enough to hear his mumbling. His fist clenched.
He gritted his teeth as a few girls giggled and a few of the jocks nodded in agreement.
"I mean, come on, it happened years ago, what's the point of it anyway?" Dash was mumbling and constantly pushing Danny towards his limit.
"Shut up Dash. You don't know what happened?" he said, just loud enough for the jocks to hear him.
"What did you say to me, Fenturd?"
The teenager turned to the jock, eyes narrowed in anger.
"Oh, sorry, was that too complicated for you? I told you to SHUT UP!!"
It took Danny a moment to realize that he'd yelled and the jock looked up and the teenager, who'd stood up, in surprise.
Danny wasn't done yelling though. "Hundreds of people died that day, Dash. HUNDREDS! I saw those towers fall!! I was THERE!! People died and you don't give a crap!!"
"That's enough Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer's voice broke through the anger and Danny sat down. He didn't expect what happened next.
"Would you mind telling us what really happened?" Danny looked up, surprised. He nodded slowly.
"My parents were going to a convention in New York City that week. They took us with them then and I'd wanted to go see the Twin Towers, so Jazz took me. We were just getting there when…"
Flashback
"Jazz, are we there yet?" A raven haired eight- year old looked at his ten year old sister. Most people wouldn't let ten and eight year old children walk the streets of New York by themselves, but Jazz was good at throwing some kicks and both children had ghost weapons with them, which did in fact hurt when they hit you head on.
"We're almost there Danny, just another block." The red-head answered her brother for the thirtieth time. It was getting kind of old, but she wanted to see the Twin Towers too.
The famous towers of the World Trade Centers were visible now, just across the road. Danny hit the crosswalk button and waited impatiently.
"Hey, what's that?" A pedestrian pointed in the sky.
That's a plane, Danny thought. It didn't look that different from the jets he'd seen.
Then he realized it was headed straight for the Towers.
"Jazz, it's gonna crash!!" He cried out in shock.
The noise was ear-splitting and smoke billowed out. He thought he could hear screams.
"Danny," Jazz was studying the plane and the buildings intensely in her genius way. "Run." And with that, the ten-year old turned and ran, her younger brother in tow. They didn't stop running, save for the crossings, until they were about two miles away.
Danny and Jazz were panting when they finally stopped. It was a good thirty minutes later and the screaming of sirens were enough to make anyone go deaf.
"Why'd… we… leave?" he panted.
Jazz looked at her little brother and decided that he could know.
"It's the way those buildings are made Danny. It's going to pancake down, crushing everything. Both of those buildings are going to fall. All those people, Danny, they're going to die." Jazz turned away from her brother, a tear leaking down her cheek.
Danny clenched his fists and sat back in his seat, the class looking at him in shock.
Sam reached over and squeezed her boyfriend's shoulder, saying nothing.
A few hours later
Danny had been quiet all day, not saying much to even his friends. Luckily, there hadn't been any ghost attacks that day.
"Danny, was it really that bad man?" Tucker Foley bridged the silence.
"Leave him alone Tuck," Sam snapped.
Danny shook his head. "It's okay Sam. Sometimes, it just seems like everyone just forgot about all those people. Like no one even cares that they died."
I hear people
sayin'. We don't need this war. Have you forgotten, how it felt that
day? You took
all the footage off my T.V. Have you forgotten how it felt that day? I've been there with the soldiers Have you forgotten Have you forgotten? Have you
forgotten? Have you forgotten?!
I say there's some things worth
fightin' for.
What about our freedom, and this piece of ground?
We
didn't get to keep 'em by backin' down.
They say we don't realize
the mess we're gettin' in
Before you start preachin' let me ask
you this my friend.
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown
away
Have you forgotten, when those towers fell
We had
neighbors still inside goin through a livin hell
And you say we
shouldn't worry bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
Said it's too disturbin for you and
me
It'll just breed anger is what the experts say
If it was up
to me I'd show it everyday
Some say this country just out lookin'
for a fight
Well after 9/11 man I'd have to say right.
To see your homeland
under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten when
those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin' through a
livin' hell
And we vow to get the ones behind Bin Laden
Have
you forgotten?
Who've
gone away to war
you can bet they remember just what they're
fightin' for
All the people killed
Yes
some went down like heroes
In that Pennsylvania field
Have you
forgotten
About our Pentagon
All the loved ones that we
lost
And those left to carry on
Don't you tell me not to worry
'bout Bin Laden