written 11/1/09
Jackie Phantom
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Nano
Sometimes, life is too good to last.
Chapter 1
Summary of My Childhood
When people tell of their own traumatic experiences, they often state that they do not remember them well. Either the details have slipped their minds, or it was all a vague blur. At least, this is true in stories. I truly believe that it is impossible to forget a traumatic experience that influences your entire life (omitting the ones who lose their memories). There have been many instances in my life that are extremely hard to forget. I recall the visions, the smells, the nerves, the people, and all the details and environmental structures in my surroundings. Of course, I only remember the details I experienced. For example, if all I saw was a bright, green light, then all I remember is a bright, green light. One of my experiences that I will never forget as long as I live is when I became a ghost.
As you are reading this, you probably think that I am Danny Fenton, a.k.a. worldwide known ghost-boy Danny Phantom, Vlad Masters, Danni Phantom, or even Dark Dan. You have never heard of me before, because this is the first time that I expose my story and myself to the world. After you learn about me, you will never look at ghosts the way you look upon them now. I am not just another character that fan fiction writers add to the Danny Phantom series, for I am more than that. I am a person, a ghost, your hero, and your friend.
My name is Jacklyn Peters, a.k.a. Lyn, and I'm Jackie Phantom. That last sentence is basically summarizing my entire life story. Explains the title, right?
Many people believe that I could be Danny's clone. I have jet-black hair, no highlights, and it comes down to just below my shoulder. I almost never pull it back. It is naturally wavy, but I straighten it every morning when I have the time, so my hair is usually somewhat thin, but it is not flat. I pull my bangs aside, which comes over part of my left eye. I really like my hair, because it gives me somewhat of a Goth look, but I am not Goth. I am more of a rocker or skater girl. My eyes are sky blue, and in "ghost mode", they are glowing green, just like Danny's eyes.
I live with my best friends Zinnia and Sheryl whom I have known for nearly my entire life. I am fourteen years and ten months old, and I have basically raised myself. My parents died in a plane crash when I was almost a year old. I was involved in that plane crash.
For now, I am going to explain more about me and my twisted lifestyle. I don't want to go into minute detail about the plane crash right now. Although, I want to mention that it is one of my traumatic experiences that I was talking about.
After surviving the plane crash, I was transferred to an orphanage on a road located just outside of Amity Park, USA. The orphanage is where I met Zinnia Robinson and Sheryl Lohec. I despised that place.
The orphanage was filthy, unless we orphans cleaned the place up. The woman who ran the place never paid much attention to us. She was not rude to us or anything, she just didn't give us much and never interacted with the orphans. Everyone always ran wild. The only things I owned were the undersized clothes on my back and my old stuffed bunny that my parents gave me when I was born. I still had it from the plane crash.
Zinnia and Sheryl shared rooms with me, which is how I knew them. When we were about ten years old, we followed through with an escape plan. One night, we slipped out of our dorm window and ran away as far and fast as we could. We stopped at Amity Park, which was about a twenty-minute run away. We slept in an alley that night, with nothing but rags and dirt ground on that early December evening.
The next morning, Zinnia fell down a hole at the end of the alley. She broke her leg after the fifteen feet drop. There was a long underground tunnel beneath it, and Sheryl and I carefully peaked in and checked it out. First, we had to cautiously pull Zinnia out with a nearby rope. We found and stole a ladder from the grocery store next door and dropped it down the hole. Sheryl and I climbed downward. The only light came from the opening in the ground above us. We decided to make the tunnel our shelter until we could find a better place to live. We called it the "Subhouse."
Over the next couple of years, we furnished and decorated the Subhouse with things we bought with money we earned from jobs. We even built an internal staircase and walls. We had to do something all day besides work.
Zinnia received a job at the grocery store next door, while Sheryl became a paid helper at the public library. I taught myself how to play guitar, and I wrote and sung my own songs and posted them on YouTube, hoping I could find a career as a child star. Zinnia and Sheryl knew that singing was one of my hobbies, but they failed to notice that I was trying to make a job out of it. YouTube was somewhat of a secret life, but it was nothing compared to the hectic secret life I have now. Nothing.
Sheryl kept telling me that I sounded exactly like Miley Cyrus. I honestly did not believe her, but after listening to my recordings, I could doubt her no longer. My voice could have been Miley's voice. Nothing against Miley, but I did not want to sound exactly like an already well-known superstar. I believed it slightly lowered my chances of becoming an original singing sensation from YouTube. With my plain looks, good singing and guitar playing were the only opportunities I had of becoming famous. Anyway, just listen to any Miley Cyrus song and pretend it's me singing. If it were me, you wouldn't know the difference. I think it's extremely weird.
All three of us attended Casper Junior High School as soon as we were old enough. I was in sixth grade when I met my future all-time best friend Verona Vitale. Verona had black, shoulder length hair and hazel eyes, and she was a half-inch shorter than me. She's my height now. She had a smaller figure than me, she was obsessed with skateboarding, and she liked wearing T-shirts, long jeans, and hats. Verona was an all-around tomboy.
That year, I also met Danny Fenton. My sense of direction was so horrible that our homeroom teacher assigned him to be my school guide since he apparently knew the building inside and out, and we were friends after that. Through his connections, I met Tucker Foley and Sam Manson. I liked Sam a lot. She was happy to know a girl, besides Verona, that wasn't all girly and popular. She didn't like seeing me with Danny, though. She always cringed when Danny talked to me. The connection was so obvious.
Verona started coming over to the Subhouse a lot. She said that she disliked having to babysit her younger brother and baby sister all the time. If you had not known better, you would have thought that she lived at the Subhouse with us. Verona and I did homework together every day after school, and we even shared the exact same iTunes library. Yeah, we were close.
Then, all of us happily attended Casper High School. Zinnia, Sheryl, Verona and I were still the closest of friends, especially me and Verona. We did homework, hung out, crushed on boys, all of that. If it had kept up, I would have grown up looking back at all of the normal, happy high school memories. Although Amity Park had a ghost infestation problem, it did not really bother me. Ghosts just made our lives more special. Besides, the only times I ever saw them were on the news. They were too distant to worry about. Danny Phantom always took care of them and trapped them in his "trapping gadget", at least that is what Verona called it.
One day, Danny told me that he was having trouble with algebra homework, and since I was considered best in math, he asked me to tutor him. He told me that he didn't want his sister Jazz to help him because he never understood what she was talking about, and that she would keep saying that it's a "relatively simple procedure." He always had something to say that would make me laugh, and his eyes would sparkleā¦
Stop it, Lyn, stop it!
Anyway, he asked me to start tutoring him that evening. I agreed since I had nothing better to do after school. I arrived at his house around 5:00 just before dinnertime. Nobody was home, so instead of leaving right away, I decided to wonder around the house. After passing the kitchen, I drifted into the official Fenton Works lab. It was the beginning of one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.
Strong, metal tables lined the walls of the room, only spacing out for electrical outlets. Ghost hunting equipment, charts, a computer, writing utensils, and additional papers and data covered the tables' surfaces, leaving the stained floor in the middle as the only free space in the area. The carpeted walls, deeming Danny's parents' unusual way of decorating, were caressed with thin blue and black stripes, matching the solid black wood floor. The high-rise black ceiling was covered with black dirt.
I walked over to the giant hole in the wall, obviously some sort of experiment that the Fentons were working on. I saw three hazmat suits hanging on the wall beside it, all one size. The hole in the wall clearly was meant to be a walk-in closet or something of the sort.
Being my curious self, I slipped one of the suits over my clothes and walked in. The overbearing light from the lab flooded into the dark tunnel. I pressed the large red button on the wall, which read the word "On", and a bright green light started progressing from the end of the tunnel.
Worst mistake of my life.
This is my NaNoWriMo 2009. I kept debating on whether to post this here now or wait until I've finished and edited it, but I decided to post it now and wait for tips from readers. You're very lucky.
Jacklyn is a character that I have been developing for months. I honestly hope that she can be carried on further than just this one story. I'm not going to tell you any details for now. First of all, it would spoil the story, and second, I haven't come up with the details yet. I will post more about Jackie Phantom on my profile. Feel free to PM me with any questions or requests.
I will be posting a chapter every day, each one unedited. I'm trusting you to help me edit it. I'm not good at correcting my own mistakes. Also, I really want to know if the whole "Miley Cyrus' voice" thing is too cheesy, because I've always imagined Lyn with her voice.
That's all for now, please let me know what you think. Thanks!
~Nano
