DANNY PHANTOM DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. THIS GOES FOR ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS! DANNY PHANTOM © BUTCH HARTMAN!
"Danny! Danny!" Who, or what, was calling his name? It was so close, yet so far away. It was driving him crazy. "Danny! Help!" The voice kept calling his name. BLARG! BLARGBLARGBLARGBLARG! "Damn it…" Danny groaned to himself as he sat up. He slammed his fist on the snooze button of his alarm clock and plopped back into his bed. His eyes were wide open now, and he turned over and punched his pillow as hard as he could. This dream had been repeating over the past month… and he STILL had no clue who was saying and pleading his name. It sounded so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Good morning! Sleep well?" Danny looked up from the table and stared at his sister, disgusted. He had bags under his eyes, and he was now aware he had fallen asleep into his bowl of cereal. "Ha, ha. You're HILARIOUS Jazz," Danny said sarcastically wiping Cheerios off of his face. Jazz looked at him sympathetically, and went over and put a clown nose on Danny's nose. "Turn that frown upside down!" Danny glared at Jazz and muttered, "Go join the friggin' circus." Before Jazz could reply, he stood up and trudged sulkily out of his home to the bus stop to meet Sam.
"Hi Danny!" Sam smiled at him. When she saw him sulking towards her, she frowned. "Danny, is everything ok?" Danny looked at Sam and whispered, "It happened AGAIN." Sam put her arm around Danny. "The dream again? You should really tell someone about this other than me! I mean, come on! I am your friend, it's just that, well…" Danny looked at Sam. "Well, what?" Sam blushed. "I'm worried about you." Danny looked at Sam with surprise. The only time she was worried about him was when he was around Paulina. The bus came, and they both got on. Sam nearly tripped over a little ten-year old kid running past her and went and sat next to a girl named Trixie. "Why that little pink-hatted twerp…." Danny almost had to over-shadow Sam just so she wouldn't hurt the kid. "Give him a break," Danny said. Sam relaxed, and walked over to a seat, Danny joining her.
"Hey, Sam?" Sam looked up from her salad and into Danny's eyes. "Huh? What? Are you okay?" Danny sat down next to Sam. She was surprised to see that he was eating a salad. "Are you okay? You NEVER eat salad!" Danny looked at Sam and sighed. "Do you think my dreams have anything to do with…." He was interrupted by Sam placing her finger over his mouth. "No, Danny. Remember. It wasn't your fault. You were out cold, and didn't wake up in time to save…" They both looked at the empty seat of their table. It had been two weeks since the incident, and Danny and Sam both still hadn't gotten over losing their friend. Sam placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. They both got up, barely eating anything, and left.