"Memories"
By: PunkRocky98
A/N- Hi again. I'm just bored now. I'm not making a big deal out of this one, 'cause when it comes around to your second fic, it's not so fun anymore, now is it? I don't feel the special-ness anymore:runs off sobbing: (I do that a lot, don't I?) Now on with the show.
Disclaimer: If I owned "Danny Phantom", Sam would be my best friend.
Italic-flashbacks"Memories"
"Sam, can you help me with my home work? I think it's advanced algebra again. For someone so stupid, why would they put me in advanced algebra?" 14-year-old Danny Fenton asked his best friend Sam while he was in his room search for some loose-leaf paper stashed somewhere in his closet.
"If you want to pass your math class, Danny why don't you actually, um…what's the word for it…learn something once in a while so you can…what's the word I'm looking for…be intelligent?" Sam asked, sounding quite sarcastic. (Can you tell?)
Danny just glared at Sam from his messy closet and whilst he was doing so, his hands ran across something soft.
"What the heck is this?" Danny asked looking at something a blue-green color.
It was a scrapbook which Danny and Sam had made when they were in first grade until sixth. The color of the cover was the blue-green color and it had the words, "Memories" written on the front.
"Jazz must've helped us with it," Danny said quietly, almost whispering, observing the scrapbook from top to bottom.
"I don't remember doing this at all, and if I did, it's probably something stupid." Sam said rolling her eyes.
Danny opened it with Sam as they looked at the first page.
"Oh my gosh, look Danny! It's us in first grade when we wrote that short essay on how to ride a two-wheeler! Don't you remember that?"
Danny nodded as he looked back on it…
Flashback (note-they are talking as if in first grade)
"Hey, I bet I can wide a two-wheeler better den you." Tucker said pointing to Danny and Sam and sticking out his tongue. "Bet you can't. I can wide better den you!" Danny yelled back sticking out his tongue back. Tucker glared at him as he said, "Weally? Well, pwove it, den! Outside, at wesess when da teacher bwings out the bikes!" This so-called "wesess" was about 10 minutes from then, and the first graders spent that whole time on the essay. "Okay, kids, time for outdoor free time!" Miss Williams called out while clapping her hands. The oversized tots ran outside one by one, some of them letting the others go in front. As the trio reached outside, Danny got on the two-wheeler and glared at Tuck. Tucker glared back with two evil eyes. "Okay, here goes." Danny called out to Sam and Tucker. He steadily put his two small feet on the pedals and the bike started to roll slowly. The bike got faster and faster by the second. He was doing it! He was riding the two-wheeler! "Hey, look! Tucker look! I'm doin' it! I'm riding it! Look! See? Tucker, look!" Danny called out to Tucker and Sam. Tucker dropped his jaw, scoffed and rolled his eyes. Sam smiled and clapped in joy. "Let's see you beat that, Tuck." Sam called. Tucker just got a nervous face and got on a different bike. "That's ok, I'll get on it, AND do a wheelie! Watch!" Tucker began to move and pedal. "See, I told you I could do it!" He called. He then got the courage, (or was just out of his right mind) and "tried" to do a wheelie. He did it at the wrong time, too because as he did, he ran straight into a tree and flew over the top of the bike. "OW!" Tucker cried. All Danny and Sam had to say in unison was, "I told ya so,"
End of Flashback
"Wow, it sure isn't hard to remember that!" Sam laughed. Danny laughed along with her as they tuned the page to second grade…..
A/N- How'd you like it? I didn't like it that much, but I'm trying to get into a lot of FanFic, just because. I wrote this within an hour, so it sucked. :conscience: "Write FanFic!" :hides from conscience: Anyway, R&R, please or I'll cry. Again. And maybe even some more. So unless you want me to cry, don't review. :conscience: "people don't want to review. Your stories SUCK!" :me, sad-eyed: "What's THAT supposed to mean?" :goes off and sobs in a corner, sucking thumb: (sorry. R&R) Next chpter up soon. R&R people.
