Sometimes I wish that things just could've stayed the same

You know that time can break your heart,

just to see the way things change

Waves of emotion brought on by a song,

but now you're gone, and time marches on

-Tiger Army-

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A month had passed and construction on the town continued. The school had just reopened on November 24th, a little over a month after Danny died. People were slowly starting to pick back up as the buildings were going up and being fixed the streets were being repaved and a new City Hall was ressurected. A statue just for Danny was going up in the center of town exactly where he fell, no one wanted to forget him with time.What he did meant more to people than it could've ever been imagined.

Jazz went through her life slowly, her family had been blown apart by this. At first they'd stayed close finding refuge in each other's arms and prescence. But now they began throwing blame at each other fiercely, they should've known, she should've told them, Jack shouldn't have put the button on the inside, Maddie shouldn't have been careless to overlook it. It was a battle everyday that Jazz tried to stay out of as if war hadn't split apart their family enough.

But she couldn't keep taking the blame, maybe she should have told them the moment she found out. But she was always terrified of what they might've done to him if she had. She remembered the first fight occured two weeks after this mess, her parents weren't aware that she had been listening.

Jack sat quietly examining the ghost gabber, he wasn't working on it, just twisting it around in his exposed hands. He along with his wife had dropped the jumpsuit charade and wore normal clothes. He wore a orange plaid button down shirt and a pair of brown pants.

Maddie entered the kitchen in a normal outfit of jeans and a teal button down shirt. She sat beside him.

"Honey are you..."

"Mads how did we not see it?" He asked. Maddie cocked her head curiously. "Come on Maddie it was right there. The strange behavior, the wounds, the nervousness and shadiness, all our weapons keyed into Danny Phantom's signature always lead us to our own son."

"Sweetie we both didn't want to beleive it...didn't you ever think that maybe he was a..."

"Yeah, but we didn't ask we didn't check." Jack's tone became bitter. "What kind of parents are we, we tried to kill him. Ha imagine us thinking we were saving our family. Haha imagine us saying we were the leading ghost experts in the world but couldn't even figure out our own son was a ghost."

"Jack stop it!" Maddie growled standing up looking at her husband crossly, she stomped off quickly.

At first Jazz thought nothing of it at all. It was a squabble if it was anything. But as time continued it started to get worse and more hostile. But she managed to deal with it, she was strong like her brother. Which was more than she could say for other people.

On November 20th Jazz got a call from Mr.Lancer, he explained that she, Tucker, and Sam were excused from the first week of classes. It was an 'incase you need more time' thing. The redhead had considered this resonably, she could stick around and listen to the fighting or go to school and deal with the 'I'm so sorrys.'

Off to school was Jazz's plan. She wondered if Sam and Tucker would show or not. But the day of school came around and Jazz couldn't get herself out of bed. But just in case Sam or Tucker showed up she called up Valerie who she'd befriended to ask her to watch over them.

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Sam trudged into school as she used to do everyday. Sophmore year, she'd expected the trio to stay together all the way through senior year, but now it was a duo if anything.

Sam changed her outfit a bit she still wore a black and purple tank top but instead of exposing her mid-section it covered her, and she still wore a skirt except it was all black, her tights were still purple but her combat boots were different, same style different pair. Sam wore her hair in the normal devilock bangs but she didn't bother to put that wisp of hair on the top of her hair up, but she still had short hair, she still looked like Sam the purple lipstick wearing goth.

The minute the resident goth girl walked into the school it seemed as if the whole world stopped to stare at her. Sam expected this and walked in as if she couldn't see them or hear them. There were whispers and sad sighs. Sam couldn't ignore one voice,

"Hey Manson I guess you have a reason to be a goth freak now!" The voice shouted, Sam didn't recognize him at all but she turned her head to see Dash elbow the shorter boy.

"Don't make fun of her!" Dash scolded thwacking him on the head. "He was a hero!"

Sam nodded at the blonde haired and continued to walk towards her first class. She held tightly to the straps of her backpack and casually strolled ino Mr.Lancer's room. She was early and the out of shape teacher nearly choked on his coffee upon seeing her.

"Miss.Manson! I didn't expect to see you here for another week." He said flustered. "You do realize you were excused?"

Sam shrugged indifferently and sat in a seat up front near the window. Mr.Lancer shuffled a few papers and layed them on his desk and looked at Sam who sat intently in her seat.

"Yeah. I figure I'll either be mourning here or at home another week wont fix things. Besides I can get the pity thing over with faster this way."

"You're sure?"He asked. " Because Sam if at any time you feel the need to exit my classroom just feel free to do so. What happened...was tragic. And I'll understand if you want to leave if you are feeling uncomfortable or unwell." Mr.Lancer explained gently to her.

Sam blinked tiredly at him but worked a smile. "Thanks Mr.Lancer, but I doubt I will."

Valerie entered next and smiled at Sam gently. Sam smiled back half-heartedly, she couldn't smile for real anymore. Valerie took a seat behind her and sat quietly like Sam. Mr.Lancer didn't know how to react these were the two girls who had fought closest with Danny and had been very good friends with him, if he wasn't mistaken he was sure that Valerie had actually had a fling with Danny.

The bel rang and class started. Students filed in tiredly and begrudgingly, but the moment they saw Sam sitting in class they all tried to act a little better. If she could stick it out why couldn't they. Mr.Lancer started by saying that what had happened was an awful event and that the guidence counselor was open to anyone.

Sam had to bite back her disgusted laughter, she lost Danny, the Fenton's lost Danny, Tucker lost Danny, these people didn't lose Danny. They didn't know Danny. And last she checked he was the only fatality that occured from Vlad's attempt at ruling. While Sam began paying attention she realized that twenty minutes had passed. She shook her head for thoughts and saw Mr.Lancer hand her a small yellow slip of paper.

To Guidence:

Sam Manson

Time: 8:15

Mr.Lancer

Sam shrugged and grabbed her purple bag and exited. She wasn't sure if this was a planned attack or if Mr.Lancer had known that she was out of it and needed "help" so to speak. But despite her thoughts she went to the guidence office and showed the secretary her slip and opened the door.

A man was sitting on the other side of a desk that faced the door. He had gray eyes that watched her shut the door behind her and take a seat before him. Although his eyes said different Sam could guess on his facial features and his thick lock of brown hair that he was in his twenties or at the most early thirties.

"Sam Manson right?" He asked.

"So it was planned..." Sam whispered under her breath.

"Did you say something dear?" He questioned lightly.

"Um yeah I'm Sam. So uh why am I here?"

"Because everyone in Amity knows that you lost something very great to you. He was a very good kid. I talked to him once before, but I've never talked to you."

Danny went to a guidence counselor? After the Spectra incident? Sam felt a bit confused at first. Of course, Jazz. His sister probably pushed for one more session after even if by thens he knew about his powers. Sometimes Sam just couldn't understand what was going through her head sometimes.

"Mr..." Sam paused and read the gold plated name. "Frankiewich. I know you're probably thinking I'm all 'sucidal I can't live without him' but I'm not. I'm coping just fine I assure you I can handle this."

"Perhaps, but I want you to go home." He said folding his hands on his desk.

"Why? I'm already at school."

"Take some time for yourself don't push yourself into this. You'll feel much better now go on home."

Sam blinked at him for a minute then she reached for her backpack at her side and picked it up. She gave him one last baffled look but he smiled and nodded giving her the ok to go. While Sam walked out of his office the secretary smiled at her and with a cheery voice said,

"Have a good day hon."

Sam walked out of school into the bright sunshine and did a double take around. She wished things would just go back to normal, people were treating her differently and it wasn't a welcome experiance. Sam decided there was only one place she could go from here.

Soooo yeah this is the sequel. Let's see highschool is still as sucky as its ever been. People are both applauding and hating me for killing off Danny. I'm going to try and go back to my other stries that have been sitting there for too long and I'm fighting off the urge to start another story.

More coming...