The sequel is here. This is planned to be longer than Understanding Poison but nothing works as planned.
Enjoy
Prologue- Danny's POV
I took a deep breath. Today I was leaving the hospital. I sat on the edge of the bed wearing a pair of jeans and white top with red oval. Over the top of the shirt I wore a black hoddie. A couple of days ago, I met my family. I vaguley knew my mother, my father and my sister. The thing I knew the most was the locket Jazz was wearing. When I touched the metal a memory came to me.
I was handing a box to Jazz.
"What's this for?" she asked me.
"For not sucking me into the thermos for a month" I said and she laughed and took the box.
It was a locket that was pure gold. Writeen on the oval was Sister and inside was a picture of me and Jazz when we were little.
When I came out of the memory, Jazz was holding me while I held my head, where a pain was going through my head but was fading fast.
"He remembered when he gave me the locket" Jazz smiled while I dug my face into her, tears streaming down my face from the sudden pain.
Now I smiled as Jazz walked in.
"You ready?" she whispered.
I nodded and jumped off the bed. I pulled the hood up while she grabbed my bag. I followed her out of the room and down the stairs to the back exit.
Everyone tells me that I am a celebrity. A superhero. I sortof believe them because flashes keep coming to me of fighting and a lot of green while I am sleeping. Yesterday, Mum had me change to Danny Phantom and I will never be able to tell anyone the feeling that spread throughout my body when the halos covered me.
Mum and Dad were waiting in the RV when we arrived. Mum helped me in and got me belted in while Jazz sat beside Dad at the front.
We slowly drove through the town.
We pulled up at Fenton Works and I was quickly put into the house.
"Your room's this way" Jazz said and she took me to a blue room with Nasa posters covering the wall.
"I like this" I smiled.
"You tired?" Jazz asked me and I nodded.
"Get some sleep then, your meeting your friends tomorrow" smiled Jazz and she left, lightly closing the door behind her. I dropped my bag down beside the wardope and approached the desk that stood beside the window.
On the desk was a frame and I picked it up. In the picture was three teens. Me, a african american wearing red hat and a goth girl. I smiled.
"Sam and Tucker" and I put the photo down and went to bed.
I never felt my head hitting the pillow before I was out.
Prologue done. Next will be Sam or Tuckers POV of the meeting. You can decide.