AN: Hi! In a hurry today, sorry! Here's the next chapter, and I don't own Jimmy Neutron.
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Chapter 2- Summer
I hold the ball in my hands
I dribble past the empty stands
I blow at several stray strands
Of blonde hair in my eyes
I'm all alone, but that's okay
Here in the park, I will stay
So I'll have time to ponder my day
And figure out what's wrong
I know that there's something changing
I don't know if I should be complaining
But all I know is I am straining
To understand my heart
Why do I now feel so altered?
My faith in anger now is faltered
And I wish that I hadn't bothered
To think about it now
But it's too late, now I'm curious
And it makes me so furious
That I act so mysterious
Whenever he is near
Please explain the way I'm acting
My heart beats so, it gets distracting
Whether adding or subtracting,
I can't concentrate
I finally made my diagnosis:
The object of all this psychosis
Is a boy with brain necrosis:
Mr. Whippy-dip himself
But I admit that I am afraid
Of the thoughts that now invade
I hide under a charade
So he won't find the truth
I can only yell and scream
When I hear his next big scheme
Though I don't hate him, as it seems,
I know no other way
So he'll just keep right on believing
In my words, so deceiving
As I simply go on weaving
Lies around myself
Maybe in time I'll understand this
And fix whatever feels so amiss
But for now I'll just reminisce
About a simpler time
So as I watch the ball drop in
I explore deep within
I hope I get him out from under my skin
By time fall rolls around