A/N- Hey, hey, hey. I promise that I will write more if you review more. I only have two. I am very sad because of that. I have entered a deep depression. :sobs: Yeah, here's second grade. I guess that its not as cute as the first one. I haven't updated in a while because I've been at the mall. (Hot Topic) Oh, yeah! Anyway, story. No reviews, no story. Enjoy! (My friends don't wanna read my story, so why don't you?) :cries:

Disclaimer- I don't own Danny Phantom. If I did, Paulina would be dead.

"Second Grade"

"Oh, my gosh, Danny. Do you remember that? Tucker used to be really cocky, didn't he?" Sam asked looking at the pictures from second grade.

"Used to be? He's still trying to prove that he can get more girls to go to the dance with him than Dash." Danny laughed as he looked at the picture with Sam sleeping on his stomach during naptime.

"Ooh, Danny do you remember that? Do you remember that time when you and Tucker tried to see how many macaroni shells you could stick up your nose when we made those cards for Mother's Day? You guys were at the nurse's office all day, literally!" Sam giggled looking at the picture Jazz took when they were there.

"Don't remind me. I think that one of the shells touched Tuck's brain." Danny said, spacing out to the memory…

"Hey Danny! Look what I can do! I can stick macaroni up my nose!" Tucker exclaimed to Danny and Sam. Sam scoffed at the idea of even trying and said, "Why don't you just be even more of an idiot and see how many you can stick up your nose?" Danny and Tucker looked at each other in excitement. "Oh, no, I did it again. I gave both of you another bright idea." Sam said, getting back to her project. "You go first. See how many you can stick up there." Danny said, looking at Tucker closely. "Okay. I bet I'm going to get at least 50 up there…or at least more than you, Danny!" Tucker scolded Danny. "Well, if you think that you're better than me, Tucker, then hurry up and prove it!" Danny exclaimed. "Okay! Here I go," Tucker said holding a shell. He put it in his nose and stuffed it like turkey. Danny then followed his lead. He put one in after the other, just like Tucker. Sam just watched for her own sick, yet pleasant, entertainment. "Ooh, I don't feel very well. I think I accidentally swallowed one, somehow." Tucker said, with three shells in his nostrils. Yes, like he said, somehow, he swallowed one. So he ran to the nurse's. Danny followed his footsteps saying, "I won. I have…four :trips: shells…in my :sneezes: nose. I…won…" Danny walked out the door along with Tucker saying, "I think…they're stuck…in my…nose!" Danny ran into the office, and so did Tuck. "Why am I a friend of these imbeciles?" Sam said, helping them into the office.

"Why did you do that in the first place, Danny? What were you trying to prove?" Asked Sam looking at Danny with concern.

"I wanted to prove to Tuck that I could stuff more shells in my nose than him, duh, Sam." Danny said with an uncertain look upon his face.

"Well, both of you lost in a way, I guess." Sam said turning the page…

A/N- I know it was rushed, but we just had a thunderstorm, and I was trying to finish before it was over for some reason. (Or else it would've crashed) So, seriously, though. If you don't review, they're won't be anymore. And I think that there is fluff involved later. Hehehe Hehehe :evil laugh: So R&R and I will BH&W (be happy and write) Tata.