Chapter 2

Danny was on the floor, gasping for air. He could not find air. All he could do was just take one last breath…

Danny had just gone ghost after his ghost sense went off. He looked around for the enemy. Nothing but a boy with a silly pink hat who was staring at him, dumbfounded. Danny looked at the boy, then quickly shot him with a ghost ray, and flew off.

Now, if you were a resident of Amity Park, and you were searching for a ghost, who could probably turn invisible, then you were hopeless. Danny lived there, so…he could not see the ghost either. Figures.

What he didn't know was that when HE turned invisible, he could see, hear, and touch all other invisible things. It was pretty obvious, but Danny was a D-student, so it would be 10 years from now that he would figure it out.

After…

It was 10:00 PM by the time he had checked the entire city. Danny was surprised that his ghost sense had gone off without any ghost in the area. That's weird, he thought, it never goes off when there's no ghost. With a long yawn, he knew that he was exhausted, so he finally set for home.

As Danny was flying home, he passed a clock tower to see what time it was. Uh-Oh. 10:00. He spent the whole afternoon and the entire night looking for the ghost that he totally forgot about his homework and his curfew. Omigod, he thought. My parents are probably pissed.

When he finally got home, you would expect that nobody like the IRS, Tax Collectors or Michael Jackson would be at your door at this time of night. Well, there definitely some people at the door, and their names were Jack and Maddie Fenton. Wait, I take back that part about Michael Jackson.

Danny went human behind his parents Specter Speeder, which was confidently located next to the sidewalk. And its 8-feet long. So nobody can drive by it.

Danny slowly approached the door that lead to his house. He reluctantly reached for the knob, and slowly turned the knob, and jerked it open! And who was inside other than his parents? Jazz. Yep, Jazz was there.

"Okay, um, I had some important, um, stuff to do, and…

"NO EXCUSES, MISTER!" Yelled Mr. Fenton. "You are late again! Wait do you have to say for yourself?"

Now, what I'm going to tell you next in the story of Danny Fenton/Phantom isn't pretty, and neither are Fisher Cats. God, I hate those things. They're so ugly, with their snarling, and their tiny ness, they're smaller than midgets, and midgets are small! But anyways, I don't want to sound like Daniel Handler or anything, but, um, stop reading now. Seriously. Stop reading. Fine, keep reading, but I know where you live.

When his parents said that, like most parents do, their children would have no answer. Danny was the same, but THIS time, it seemed like something had taken over him. Something…stupid.

"Yeah, I do have something to say for myself," Danny replied. "I have to say that YOU'RE BAD PARENTS!"

Now not only was his parents surprised, dumbfounded, and pissed, but now Jazz was in it, too. Yep, Jazz was there. There…and listening.

"What did you just say young man?" Danny's mom said, filled to the top with anger and lemonade, which she had been drinking a lot of that night. I wish she had some for me.

"You heard me. You're bad parents. You… are…bad…parents." Said Danny swiftly. He was definitely something. Definitely…stupid.

Now Dan's parents were thinking of killing him, because they were so mad, but all they could mutter was "Go…to…room…bitch." Which Danny did.

Now by the time Danny got halfway to his room, that mysterious, evil, stupid thing left his mind, snapping him back to reality with "Why am I walking to my room?" Then he saw the slideshow of what just happened. "Crap". In he background he could've sworn he heard a tiny voice laughing.

"Heh heh heh. It's working…"

Yep. Jazz was there.

Yep, you guessed it. Review time. Talk about how stupid this story is. Or how much Danny and Sam mean to each other. Or talk about ME! Yes, me.

Just a City Boy,

Born and Raised in South Detroit.

Itook the Midnight Train

Goin' Anywhere.

Yep, that's me.