The Banana Peel Essay

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Danny Phantom'.

Danny was thinking. He was thinking about what to write. What should his fake fear be? Then it hit him. It hit him like…a submarine falling out of a bus window.

The purpose of this essay was to write about my fear. I have two main fears. The first one is banana peels! They are evil incarnate! I know what they're planning. Those yellow peels, they're just waiting for the right moment to strike. You could just be walking along, minding your own business and then…BAM…you're on your back out cold. I know what I'm talking about, I watch Saturday morning cartoons! It always happens. Even I've experienced it.

I was the ripe, young age of six. I was in the park, swinging on the swings, when suddenly, I noticed a yellow peel. Being the curious young explorer I was; I went to check it out. I was looking at it for some time until I was called over for food. I ran to the sweet, sweet aroma of chocolate only to find myself in deep, deep pain. I already knew who the culprit was; that evil, evil banana peel. I could practically feel the smirk it was wearing! I didn't sleep that night, the embarrassment still haunted me. Ever since then I have feared banana peels. I also stay away from anything yellow.

…Not that I'm paranoid or anything.

My second fear is old people. All those wrinkles and oil spots are too much. The way they pinch your cheeks (on your face that is) causes too much pain to endure. They also seem to like bananas; they must be in league with the banana peels! Whenever an old person comes into the room I run out screaming. I try to avoid them as much as possible. That might explain why I'm always late to your classes, hint hint.

I can't take stories about how it used to be in the old days. I DON'T CARE!! This isn't the old days; they should all get a life or something. I'm not even going to go into detail about those false teeth. I had to TOUCH some once! I never lived that down…

Danny sat back in his chair satisfied with his work. He was sure to get an 'A' without revealing anything. His essay was pure genius.

"Danny, dear, come down for dinner!" called Maddie.

Ah, yes, time for the sweet, sweet chocolate.

Poor delusional Danny. This is just an interlude about the fake essay. I just had the urge to write it and here it is. I hope you enjoyed it.

Edit: Nothing really change in this..interlude chapter. I couldn't salvage anything from this horrible piece of writing.