Okay, so at first this was just my own little story I was writing for fun, but I for some odd reason decided to post it for you guys. Enjoy!
I do NOT AT ALL own Danny Phantom or ANY of it's characters! Nor do I own Rise of the Guardian's Pitch Black. He's only mentioned a few times, but it's up for debate whether or not he's actually IN the story. Probably will be in a flashback, but I make NO promises! I only own my dear, sweet, Emily Diablo Black. Or, Emma.
Emily POV
For once I can't have a normal life, can I? Once again the house has collapsed after another one of Dad's fights with the Guardian's and once again, I have to relocate. I want to join them, but I fear they won't except me because of their rivalry with my father. That, and father won't allow me to. "Why is this thing so damn heavy?" I complained as I rolled 3 suitcases along the rough pavement behind me. I stopped and readjusted my backpack , duffel bag, and messenger bag so that they wouldn't fall. I continued walking until I reached a giant sign that read AMITY PARK. The words were slightly curled giving it a more elegant look. Underneath in bold letter read, The Most Haunted Place In America. I smiled knowing I was going to like this place.
I pulled a small red camera out of the small satchel bag around my waist and grinned at the familiar sensation of the cool metal against my skin. I kneeled down and focused my camera so that it was completely focused on the giant sign with a perfect background and outline of the peaceful town behind it. Just as I was about to take the picture, a voice startled me out of my concentration and I dropped the camera, giving a small yelp as it felt on my foot. I quickly swiped it off the ground and glared at the person who made me drop my camera, not even caring that they couldn't see me. Having enhanced senses can do that for you.
"Hey, Sam, wait up will ya'?!" The voice called again. I felt my eyes start changing colors so that one eye was purple as the other was green. My eyes usually glow slightly, even when I'm not in ghost form, so I get used to the extra brightness and sensitivity of it.
I saw a girl with short raven black hair and I high ponytail stopping abruptly and turning so that she was looking at something – or someone- with an annoyed expression on her face. Next to her stood a boy who looked identical to the girl, except he had messy raven black hair and a grin that could make a girl melt in her shoes. "Come on Tuck! I actually want to make it to school today!" the boy yelled. His bangs were covering his face, so I could only see the scowl on his face.
Out of nowhere, an African American boy who looked to be the same age as the girl and boy, ran up panting. His head was covered with a red beret that accompanied his nerdy looking wire-framed glasses and technology visible in his pockets. A strange aura circled all 3 of them, though the girl and boy showed a slightly different one than the kid with the glasses. "Sorry…Sam…Danny." The boy apologized in-between pants. Come on, or we'll be late." The girl – who I guess was Sam – complained pulling the scrawny kid. The other boy –Danny I think- snickered at his friends antics as he walked faster to keep up a pace with them. I didn't notice much of him because of the position his hair was in, but as soon as he turned around, I noticed something about him that I wished I hadn't.
His eyes.
Those two soft blue orbs sent shivers down my spine. Good and bad. They filled things that would make Pariah Dark -and my own father nonetheless- cower in fear, yet feel so much sympathy toward him.
To anyone else all you see are the color of two entrancing orbs. But upon closer inspection you see a whole world that makes you feel sympathy towards him. Disappointment. Sadness. Happiness. Love. Anger. Intelligence. Fear. Pain. Guilt. All just swimming around. I'm about a good five to ten feet away from him, and I can see it all clear as day. Thanks to my ghost powers of course. He has a secret.
And I intend to figure it out.
Alright, so I didn't stop it here when I originally wrote it, but I still feel it's a good story, and I want to leave you with a cliffhanger. But, I'll make you a deal. It's 6:03 PM at the moment here in Detroit. If I get at least 15 good reviews, and 5 follows by 8:03, I'll post Chapter 2 tonight. 2 hours. 15 reviews. 5 follows. Your time. Starts. Now.