WARNING: This story is slightly spiritual! If you are not a religious person, I suggest you don't read this story... :)
Author's Note: Sorry it's been forever since I posted a new chapter you guys! My life can get super busy at times... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next story in the Danny, Tommy, and Friends series! I do not own any of these characters (or Goldfish Crackers :) ) in this part of this chapter except for Jeremy Dreamer, Jazz's soccer coach, and the girl on the opposite soccer team. All of the other characters in this chapter belong to Butch Hartman and Paul Germain. Enjoy the story! :)
Chapter 1 Part 1
Five-year-old Danny Fenton walked down the street, his head hung low. He was angry. And he had a good reason to be. He knew why he was so mad, he just didn't get why the thing that made him so upset had to happen in the first place.
Danny didn't know why, and he didn't know how he was doing this with his mind so full of thoughts, but he started running. He ran as fast and as hard as he possibly could.
Danny kept running, only to stop at crosswalks. He had to get back to Fenton Works. He didn't want anybody to see him like this.
After it seemed like hours had passed, he finally made it to Fenton Works. He sat down on the front steps of his house, and took a few deep breaths.
After Danny finally caught his breath, he sat on his front porch and started sobbing. Right then and there. He didn't care who saw him now. He just had to let it all out.
But, wait a minute. You don't know why Danny was so upset, do you? Well, let's start from the beginning.
It all started three weeks previously. The Fentons' and the Pickles' families were at Danny's school that Saturday. Now, you're probably thinking, why would they all be at school on a Saturday? Well, you see, Jazz Fenton, Danny's older sister, was on Ghoul Elementary's little league soccer team. So, Danny's family, along with his playmate Tommy Pickles family decided to all come to the game together.
Tommy was watching Jazz run around the field, trying to get the ball into the goal. "I don't gets it, Danny." he stated. "If there's a goal closer to Jazz behind her, how come she just doesn't goes to that one instead?"
"Because that's the other team's goal, Tommy." Danny explained. "If Jazz kicks the ball into that goal, she'll score a point for the other team."
"Oh." Tommy nodded, understanding. He suddenly frowned once more. "But wasn't that goal behind her her team's goal?"
"That was the first half of the game, Tommy. This is the second half of the game, so they switched goals."
"Really?" Tommy was puzzled. "This game is confoosing."
Danny laughed. "That's what I thought too when I was your age." He shook his head. "That's why I don't ever try out for sports. That and all of the older kids would trample me."
Tommy grinned at his playmate. "Don't worry, Danny! I'm sure you'll find a sport you're really good at someday!"
"Thanks, Tommy. I appreciate that."
The two boys glanced back at the soccer field, trying to find Jazz again. They found her a minute later, closer to the other end of the field. She was going to score a goal!
Both families stood up and started cheering Jazz on. She was so close to the goal now!
But, then something terrible happened. A girl from the other team was gaining up behind her. She placed her foot out in front of Jazz's foot to try and get the ball, but the young Fenton girl refused to let her. It was a battle between feet for a minute before the girl from the other team awkwardly tripped Jazz down onto the ground, and the girl ran with the ball in the opposite direction.
Normally, Jazz Fenton would've seen that as a challenge. Or, at least, more of a logical game plan that she would've saved in her brain for later. She normally would've gotten up, and ran back after the girl on the opposite team and try to steal the ball once more. But that didn't happen. Instead, she just sat on the middle of the field, tears of pain forming in her eyes.
The referee saw this, and blew his whistle to stop the game. He ran over to where Jazz was sitting, and leaned down to talk to her.
At this point, the Fentons' and the Pickles' were both very concerned.
"Danny, what's going on?" Tommy asked, worriedly. "Is Jazz alright?"
Danny shook his head. "I don't know, Tommy."
A couple of minutes passed, before the referee pulled out his megaphone, and announced, "Would the parents of this young lady please come down to the field? We think she's twisted her ankle."
Immediately, Jack and Maddie Fenton were rushing down toward the soccer field.
Danny sighed, and turned to face his playmate. "And this is exactly why I don't try out for sports." he concluded.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Jazz yelled, as the doctor examined her left ankle.
Danny frowned in concern. Poor Jazz was in a lot of pain. He couldn't help but be worried for her, even though he knew he shouldn't be. After all, he knew his sister. Jazz was tough. She could take a broken ankle without showing fear any day.
Danny sighed. He was relieved Jazz was okay, but he wished Tommy were here to talk to him. Stu and Didi Pickles had to go back home because Didi wasn't feeling all that well. Stu figured it was morning sickness. I mean, she was going to have another baby in two and a half months. But still, it didn't mean Danny wasn't bored to death.
Suddenly, Danny heard a long, low growling sound. He glanced down at his stomach. It didn't take him too long to realize when he was hungry. He walked up to his mom and asked, "Do you think I could borrow some money to get a snack from the vending machine just down the hall? I'll pay you back. I'm just really hungry."
"Don't worry about it, honey!" Maddie Fenton rummaged through her purse and handed him a five-dollar bill. "Nothing too sugary though, okay dear?"
Danny took the five-dollar bill gratefully. "Thanks, Mom! I'll be right back!" He quickly ran down the hallway.
Once he got to the vending machine, he glanced up and down at all the brightly colored packages, viewing his options. Finally, he decided to get himself a bag of Goldfish crackers, and slipped the five-dollar bill into the slot.
"Excuse me?"
Danny turned around, startled. A boy around his age in a wheelchair with a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers was smiling back at him. He had short, spiked up, dark brown hair.
"Sorry." he said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just wondering if I could have a snack."
"Er…" Danny hesitated. "I'm sorry, but my parents say I can't share my money with strangers."
The boy nodded. "That's fine. I totally understand. My parents are the same way." He held out his right hand. "I'm Jeremy by the way. Jeremy Dreamer."
Danny grinned, and shook Jeremy's hand politely. "I'm Danny. Danny Fenton."
Jeremy smiled brightly at him. "Danny." He murmured. "I always liked that name."
"Gee, thanks. I like your name too."
Jeremy laughed. "Thanks." He grinned at him once more. "You know, I kind of like you Danny. Do you think you want to come into my room, and hang out?"
Danny froze in his spot. "I don't know. I'll have to ask my parents first."
"That's fine." He wheeled himself down the hall a ways, turned his head, and said, "If your parents say yes, I'm in Room 205. It's just down the hall."
Danny grinned. "Okay."
"Oh, and don't forget your Goldfish crackers."
Danny, who had almost rushed back to Jazz's room froze once more, and smiled sheepishly. "Oh. Right." He quickly reached down in the vending machine, got his snack and change, and headed back into Jazz's room.
Once he got there, he gave his mom the change he got back for his snack. She turned to her son, and smiled sadly at him. "I'm sorry, dear, but it sounds like we're going to be here for awhile. The doctor wants to do some x-rays on Jazz's ankle and bandage her up before we go home."
Danny nodded. "That's fine." Then he asked, "I met this kid about my age down the hall. His name is Jeremy Dreamer. He said if it was okay with you, I could go to his room and talk with him for awhile."
Maddie hesitated. "I don't know…"
"Come on, Mom!" Danny pleaded. "Can I go, please? Jeremy seems really nice. And he said he totally understands that I'm asking you guys first before I go there. His parents are the exact same way. He's in Room 205, just down the hall."
Maddie thought about this for a moment, then said, "Well, alright. But, if there's any problems I want you to come straight back here, do you hear me?"
Danny nodded. "Thanks, Mom!"
And with that, he quickly trudged down the hall.
Author's Note: I will be splitting chapter one into two parts. That way, you look forward to more reading material from me later on. :) Please,leave me a review, and let me know what you think so far!