This is my first one-shot, so yeah… Ĝuu! (Enjoy in Esperanto)
Danny fell eleven hundred feet, going faster each second; his fourteen-year-old neon-green eyes flooded with horror and disbelief as a pain hit his stomach; something filled with so much hatred it. A hole formed where the pain originated from - he had been shot at.
Green ectoplasm with flecks of rosey-red blood in it every so often dribbled down his back, catching a ride in the wind. Another pain in his left leg, more ectoplasmic-blood floating out. He was losing too much ectoplasm, to fast.
The moonlit sky was filled to the brim with gleaming stars. Danny thought back to his aspiration of becoming an astronaut - something that he knew would never happen. The wave of nostalgia hit him like a slap to the face, his old memories surfacing over the ocean of things he never wanted to remember; or, for that matter, forget.
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"Shut up!" Danny screamed. His parents had been lecturing him about curfews, which the twelve-year-old couldn't care more about. Danny stormed up the stairs to his room where he opened the window. The winter air was cold, but in a calming way. Slowly and carefully, he made his way to the roof; he star-gazed until the sun started to rise, turning the two lazy clouds from above orange.
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Today was Danny's first day of kindergarten. The foreign smells and faces confused him, but he advanced towards the active playground with his father. Finally, the all-too-long adventure to school was over, as he sat down on the dewy grass in the fenced area.
Suddenly, Danny was hit in the face with a ball, smacking him right in the forehead, falling back. Two kids -An african-american boy wearing a red beret and a black haired girl- came up to him and stared into his icy eyes, before one of them spoke. "Wanna play with us?" the girl asked. Danny nodded eagerly.
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"Danny!" Sam screamed. Danny looked over and saw his ninth-grade friend being attacked by ghost. Quickly transforming to his alter-ego -Danny Phantom- he shot the ghostly figure with a ghost ray. They hastily retreated to the deepest depths of the ghost zone. Danny blushed at Sam, who looked away; most likely blushing herself.
The memories. His friends, his family, the would all miss him. He would miss himself. With no resistance, the bright bluey-white rings formed around him, turning him from Danny Phantom back to his original form, Danny Fenton. He never knew who shot him.
But even with imminent doom ahead of him, Danny did something that would even confuse Clockwork, Master of Time.
He smiled.
For those who are confused, he smiled because he remembered those who he cared for. Got it? Okay. First one-shot! Good night (Even though its like 5:50 in the afternoon)!
-Parker
