Danny, Sam, and Tucker were walking to the Nasty Burger from school one afternoon. On the way, they were talking about an assignment that Lancer had given them that day.
"Man, I can't believe that we have to make a résumé of all the things we've done since the beginning of high school!" Tucker complained.
"At least it counts as part of that class's final exam. One less subject to study for, right?" Sam countered in an attempt to cheer her friend up.
"Easy for you to say! You've done so many protests and things like that you'll have a killer résumé! What have I got? It's not like I've done anything significant!" Danny snorted.
"You think you've got it bad? I save this town on a daily basis and even beat back the King of All Ghosts. That's a significant achievement, right? But can I put it down? Nooo, not if I want to keep my secret identity. You're pissed because you haven't done anything significant, but I've done plenty of significant stuff, I just can't admit to it."
"Danny, you know as well as any of us that you chose to be the hero because you were given awesome powers from another dimension. You can't complain now because you're not getting any recognition for being a hero; that would be selfish." Danny sighed at Sam's words.
"I know, it's just…I'm not that angry that I can't put down fighting ghosts on my résumé. I'm just frustrated that my time as Phantom could have been spent doing something worthwhile that could go on." The three of them entered the Nasty Burger, ordered their milkshakes, and sat down in a booth. Acting on impulse, Sam held Danny's hands in her own and looked deep into his eyes.
"Danny, even though you've sacrificed so much to protect this town, you still find time to hang out with us and be our friend. And to me at least, that's worthwhile enough." Danny grinned.
"Thanks, Sam…"
"A-hem" Unfortunately for the two lovebirds, their private world was interrupted by Tucker's loud, fake cough. They realized that they were still holding hands and both of them turned away, blushing.
"Clueless…" the techno-geek muttered, then had milkshake poured on him.
We actually have to do this-a third of our English final is a resumee. Another third is a personal statement, like the ones that are part of the Common Application. And guess what my essay is about? That's right, DP!
