Basically, this is my first Danny Phantom fan fiction. I want to know what you think of this.

I know this sucks. Reviews please! =]

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What will happen if I die?

Will ghosts be roaming around –

Celebrating my death?

Will my family mourn and cry

With Sam on one side ,

And Tucker on another?

How about those school mates?

Will Paulina Sanchez notice the disappearance of Phantom?

Will Dash Baxter miss bullying one of his jocks?

Will Kwan be depressed seeing his human football –

Having his life ended?

How about the other citizens then?

Will they be haunted with ghosts every morning,

Or have Nocturne put them to hibernate?

As intrigued as I am on what will happen ,

I certainly do not want to find out –

What will happen if I die.

If I do die, how will I die, then?

Will I die happy,

Or will I die in vain?

Shall I die stopping super villains –

From torturing the citizens?

Should I suffer in my deathbed,

Dying from a fatal concussion?

Or should I die before Skulker's amusement?

Should I die beheaded and have my head pelted on the wall?

Will I faint to death –

As soon as I hear my sister's twisted logic?

Shall I end my own life in suicide,

By jumping off a building's roof?

Can I be dead by assassination of one's kind,

Or murder by any means?

As intrigued as I am on how will it happen ,

I certainly do not want to find out –

How will I have my life stopped and ended.

If I die, why should I die, then?

Should I die because of a merciless person,

Who just wants to take over the world?

Shall I have my life cut short –

Because of something I haven't done?

Can someone even murder me,

Since killing itself makes it a crime of passion?

Will I die because someone broke my heart,

With me ending my life with suicide?

Should I die because fate wants it to,

With Clockwork letting that "cruel little fate" pass?

Will I die because of the revenge –

Of ghosts like Technus –

And Desiree and Pariah Dark?

As intrigued as I am on why should it be ,

I certainly do not want to find out –

Why death should come to me.

If I die, when will I die?

Will I die on Christmas,

The worst holiday "I've ever had"?

Should I die on Good Friday sometime –

Between March and April,

Since it was when Jesus Christ was crucified?

Can I even die on my birthday,

When the Box Ghost will come out of a present –

And shoot me with a pistol to death?

Shall I die in a consecutive Math period,

Where all the boredom will be gladly spent?

Maybe I will die at some random day,

When some popular kid like Dash Baxter –

Will beat me for having a low score in English or Science.

As intrigued as I am on when it will happen ,

I certainly do not want to find out –

When my death will happen.

Where will I possibly die?

Can I die laying on the floor,

With debris of glass and windows just a few feet behind?

Should I die electrocuted,

In my archenemy's ridiculously large mansion?

Will I die floating somewhere like the Ghost Zone,

In front of the thousands of ghost I know,

And zillions I don't?

Will I end my life in a bedroom,

Overdosed and with my eyes closed –

After taking a few pills and drugs found in a store?

Must I die staring at the ceiling –

Laying on my deathbed with a blank look,

Waiting some kind of illness take control?

As intrigued as I am on where it will happen ,

I certainly do not want to find out –

Where I will be when something ends my life.