AN: 59 reviews- you guys are awesome! Keep it up please! Anyways, you guys might have seen the updated description of this story- the one that says that this is NOT a reveal story. I read the reviews (and thank you all for reviewing) and I noticed a few of you want a reveal story. I'm sorry, but this will not be a reveal story. Here's why: Danny's smart (except in math) and if he didn't want to reveal his secret for months, he probably wouldn't want to now. If he did reveal his secret, I think he'd go to his parents first. Instead of having someone else tell them, he would tell them himself. I also kinda think a poem is a pretty lousy way for the secret to be revealed. Once again, thank you all for your reviews, and enjoy this chapter! And this is pre D-Stabilized too.

Valerie had a plan. She didn't want to read her poem in front of her class. Not because she didn't like her poem, but because she really didn't like standing up in front of a lot of people. Not that roughly 15 students was a lot of people, but it was still out of her comfort zone. So, she formed a plan of how to not be remembered. She knew from experience that everyone remembered the first few to read their poems, and everyone remembered the last few to read their poems. But as time went on, they started to zone out more and more (that is until the last few). So, she would go close to last, but not last.

And that's why, when only five people were left to read their poems, she volunteered to read hers. Mr. Lancer called on her immediately, as she was the only student raising her hand, and she picked up her piece of paper and walked to the front of the classroom. She hoped she would be ok, and in the last few moments before reading her poem, she remembered the day she wrote it.

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ROUGHLY FIVE DAYS AGO:

Valerie sat in study hall, trying to come up with a topic for her poem. She had been thinking about it for about half an hour, and her mind was starting to wander. To Phantom. That ghost was the bane of her existence! He ruined her life, and damages property, and steal stuff, and attacks the mayor, and everyone thinks he's some kind of hero!

Better yet, Valerie thought sarcastically, the ghost has intangibility. Even if she had a perfect shot, it still probably wouldn't hit him. Valerie was getting sick of battling something that was seemingly invincible. And yet her persistence still made her. Groaning, she laid her head on her desk. Trying to switch thought processes, she went back to thinking about her poem. Wait… maybe I do have a topic!

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PRESENT TIME!

"The title of my poem," Valerie introduced, "is Persistence."

Looking down at the paper in her hand, she began reading.

"Persistence.
Sometimes I get tired of trying to beat the invincible.
Sometimes I get sick of trying to prevent the inevitable.
Sometimes I get fed up with attempting the impossible.
Sometimes I get exhausted from trying my best and not getting anywhere.
And, stupid me, I still try to beat the invincible.
I still am idiotic enough to try preventing the inevitable.
I foolishly continue to attempt the impossible.
I continue to try my best and continue to go nowhere.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.
You've fooled me many times. Shame on me and shame on my naivety.
I think of myself as persistent.
But am I really just idiotic?
Will I ever win, or do I keep making the same mistake?
And everything seems hopeless, there is no chance for me to prevail.
Because I'm battling the invincible.
I'm trying to prevent the inevitable.
I'm attempting the impossible.
And like every time before, I'm not getting anywhere.
Yet I still try, for some reason.
And right now I'm cursing my persistence."

After her poem was finished, Valerie lost no time in getting back to her desk and into her chair. And even though she was no longer at the front of the room, everyone still looked at her and most people clapped. Most people could relate from the feeling of trying to do the impossible.

Danny realized that Valerie was most likely talking about Phantom in her poem, and he felt bad that she felt that way about him and herself, but hey, he couldn't just surrender to her! He did relate to the poem, though. For him, he felt he was trying to prevent the inevitable sometimes. He was trying to prevent the day where there were too many ghosts for him to handle. Trying to prevent the day where he couldn't save everyone. Trying to prevent Him from happening. Knowing that any small mistake could mean life and death, he was often freaking out about making mistakes at all.

Dash was trying to prevent the end of high school. He knew that in high school, he was feared because he could pack a punch, and he was idolized because he could play football. But when he went to college, if he got into college, there would be people who could hit harder and play better than him. He would no longer be top dog, he'd be another face in the crowd. He was afraid of the inevitable. Although he kept his thoughts limited, he had something to do, and he couldn't write if he was lost in thought.

Star, in her quest for trying to get out of Paulina's shadow, felt as if she were attempting the impossible. She had been the girl's satellite for so long, she doubted anyone was even capable of seeing her as anything else. Even if it was possible, it would take forever, and she didn't want to wait until junior or senior year, or even college, to be seen as her own person.

Sam was also trying to prevent the inevitable: death. Sure, she was an ultra recylco vegetarian because she didn't like the idea of killing innocent animals, but she was also trying to be healthy as to not cut her life short. But she knew that death was inevitable. Even perfectly healthy people had the chance, although smaller, of getting cancer. Anyone could die in a car accident or another type of accident. Heck, one of her best friends was half dead!

Tucker sometimes felt like he was battling the invincible. Sure, Danny handled most of the ghost fights, but the times when he did have to help, he knew that he and Sam were outmatched when it came to ghosts. He would always help his friends, but he couldn't help feeling that they were trying to take down the invincible.

And as Valerie saw all of her classmates lost in thought (all except for Dash, who was scribbling something furiously on a piece of paper), she knew she wasn't alone in her thoughts, even if her classmates didn't relate to them in the same exact way she did.

AN: And that is finished! Next up: Dash! Remember to leave a review, it would be greatly appreciated!