I DO NOT own Danny Phantom. All rights go to Butch Hartman. The only thing I own is the plots and OC's I created.
The rights to this story idea are 2/4 mine, ¼ Butch Hartman, and ¼ to an anonymous review named Fan Reader. ¼ of the rights go to Butch Hartman because the FOP's episode "Shelf Life" is sort of like this story and ¼ of the rights go to Fan Reader because they gave me an idea that's along the lines of this, I just took it and changed it around.
Sorry it took me so long to post this first chapter, I know on my other story I said I'd have it sooner. I have like the 3rd or 4th chapter planned out, but not the first. So I had to think a lot about how I'm going to start this.
A/N I'm gonna be using the acronym "FFT" from now on whenever I want to fast forward the time in a story. Like when a scene ends, and the screen goes black or to a commercial or whatever, then the characters are at school or somewhere else when the show returns. Obviously this is a story though, and unlike shows I can't just cut to commercial and do that. So I'll just say FFT.
btw, when I can't think of a chapter title, I'll just write a quote from the chapter that I liked.
Chapter 1: "IT'S A LIFE CHOICE"
"Dude, check out this new game I got!" Tucker yelled to Danny, who was proudly showing Sam his Astronaut posters.
Danny quickly hurried over and jumped on the bed, then scooted beside Tucker to see the new game.
"Cool! What is it?" Danny asked.
"It's called Total Destruction. It's a really fun game!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Yeah, really fun 'til it melts your brain." Sam groaned. "What do you even do, destroy things?"
"Pretty much!" Tucker said happily.
"Awesome!" Danny joined.
Sam sighed, "Boys." she said to herself. "Want to know something even more fun you could do?" She added.
"No." Tucker and Danny said in sync.
"You could- HEY! Why don't you want to know?" Sam growled.
"If you're going to suggest: become a vegetarian, buy an eco-friendly products, get-in shape, or read, then were fine thanks." Tucker stated.
"BEING A VEGETARIAN ISN'T SOMETHING YOU JUST "do", IT'S A LIFE CHOICE. And anyways, I'm not just a vegetarian. I'm an Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian." Sam retorted.
"Ou, fascinating." Tucker said sarcastically.
"Maybe being a Vegetarian isn't your thing, but reading could be! There's a different book for every individual. Drama, romance, mystery, supernatural." Sam hinted.
"Oh really? So you could find the perfect book for a person who doesn't like books, to read?" Danny asked.
"A book about not liking books. Whoa, that'd be like inception." Tucker thought out-loud.
"You know Danny, some of the most famous authors hated reading and writing when they were our age too." Sam said.
"So what? Are you trying to tell me that I'll be the next J.K. Rowling when I grow up?" Danny remarked.
"No, I was just innocently stating a fact." Sam admitted.
"What ever, it doesn't matter." Danny and Sam spoke in unison. They then looked up at each other and gave a soft smile.
"Hey, do you think they'd have a book for video game cheats?" Tucker interrupted.
FFT
"Class, today we will be starting our writing assessments! You are to tell me what the main idea of the story is, how you think the author came up for the idea of this story, and ways you relate or don't relate to the main character. In two months we will be doing the same assessment but with nonfiction stories and different questions. So be prepared." Mr. Lancer told the class. He started walking around the room handing out two sheets of papers to each student. "The first sheet has all of the questions on it, this is your rough draft to plan out what you will say. The other has a list of books that you can choose from to read for this assessment. Good luck!" he said. " You're going to need it." He thought devilishly to himself.
BRING! The bell sounded for lunch. Tucker and Sam waited for Danny while he scavenged up all his loose papers and stuffed them into his binder.
"Wow, you sure are organized." Tucker joked while they headed towards the cafeteria.
"I'm too busy to be organized!" Danny declared.
"Yeah, too busy playing video games." Sam said with a laugh.
"No, too busy hunting ghosts and keeping you safe." Danny replied rudely.
"Chill Danny, I was joking." Sam explained.
"I know, I know. It's just; I can't believe Lancer expects us to read a whole book. It just makes me so-" Danny said, before he walked into Dash.
"Watch where you're going, Fenturd!" Dash yelled. "You wouldn't want to bruise my football arm. I need this, for the sake of our school."
"I'm sure our school would be fine without a football team, Dash." Danny muttered to himself.
"What'd ya say Fenturd?" Dash questioned.
"Nothing!" Danny replied innocently.
Dash grabbed Danny by the shirt and pushed him into a locker that was left open.
"You better hope it was nothing, or next time this" Dash said while pointing to a football. "Will be you. Go long Kwan!" Dash threw the football down the hall and walked away laughing to himself
"I hope he realized that I'm in a locker and couldn't see what "this" was." Danny said to his friends, who he was hoping were still there.
"He's a jock, Danny. That pretty much guarantees him to be sorta dim." Sam responded.
"You're lucky you didn't see it man, it was kinda scary." Tucker added. "He basically said don't cross his path again or he'll throw you across the room like a football. You better hope he doesn't get a touchdown dude!" Tucker exaggerated.
"Ha, seems like everything going pretty much normally today." Danny sadly admitted.
Alright, hope that was a good first chapter. Again, I'm sorry that I haven't written in a while. I'll try to post another chapter tonight, but I'm really out of ideas. I could go straight into the story-line, but I don't want to make this story too short... or too long either though. This chapter really gave no hints or clues to what the story is about. Maybe if you think about it hard enough, but not totally. I'm hoping in a later chapter you'll get it, but you might not because it's pretty well hidden.
A/N when Tucker says, "Ou, fascinating." Ou is pronounced ew, just to clarify. It's not like a oui without the I or anything, it's just ou. Like you without the y, or just ew. Man, I'm terrible at explaining things. You get the point, right?