Disclaimer I don't own Danny Phantom
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Danny awoke the next morning to the sunlight shining through his uncovered window. Making a mental note to have his mother put up his blinds, we got out of bed and walked to his bathroom to prepare for the day. After showering and brushing his teeth he made his way to the open boxes that still held his clothes. After grabbing a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans he quickly changed into them and made his way downstairs. He found his father making pancakes while his mother sat at the table trying to fix one of the inventions his father had recently made.
Danny sat down next to his mother as his father set a pile of pancakes in front of him.
"My famous Fentocakes" his father said as he added butter and syrup to Danny's pancakes.
Danny dug into his food as fast as he could so he could go out side as soon as he way allowed. Once he was done he took his plate to the sink and cleaned it in hopes his parents would see how mature he was. His mother looked up at him as he died his plate off.
"Danny what are you going to do today?" She asked.
"Is it okay if I go and play with my friends." His heart lifted as he said friends. Noticing her son's smile, Maddy Fenton found it hard to deny her son. Telling him he could go, she barely had time to be home for lunch as he raced out the door.
Walking down the street, Danny noticed his friends at the park playing baseball. As Danny drew closer Dash pointed to the dug-out, signaling Danny to the team at bat. Danny was happy to realize he had been put on Sam's team. Sam was up to bat while Brad was at the mound. Tucker was on first base calling out to those around him that the pitcher had a big butt. Brad threw the ball low and to the left of the plate. Sam let it go by as Dash, being the catcher and the ump, called it a ball. As soon as Brad had released the ball Tucker stole second base.
"Why don't you try to throw something she can hit." Dash said as he threw the ball back to Brad.
Brad glared at Sam. She was always making him look bad. It was her fault Dash thought he was a whimp. He'd show her. Brad thought to himself as he alined with the mound and prepared to throw a pitch that would once and for all show Sam who was the better player. Nodding to the catcher Brad threw a curve ball with all his might knowing Sam wouldn't be able to touch it.
Sam decided to prove just how wrong boys could be about girls. Taking a deep breath she swung the bat with all her might. Feeling the satisfying sting on her hands as the bat connected with the ball, Sam knew she had hit a grand slam. Sam dropped the bat and threw a snug grin in Brad's direction. Sam skipped her way around the bases as the ball she hit went flying over the outfielder's head. As Tucker came into home plate, Danny and his teammates made their way to congradulate Sam on her homer. The cheers grew even louder as she made her way around third and headed for home.
Before Sam could touch home plate, Brad charged at her. With a well placed sucker punch to the jaw, Brad was able to knock Sam to the ground. For a second no one move. The air stood still as everyone looked at the motionless Sam who laid in a heap on the ground.