I don't own Danny Phantom.

x D I'm watching Scooby Doo The Mystery Begins right now!

On with it!

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Danny smiled a little at this next essay topic, he hoped he wouldn't have to fall asleep……Skulker tried to hunt him again.

Emphasis on the word try. Of course Danny had beaten him. It took (he thought) at least 30 minutes. Danny smirked, Skulker was just a blob when he put him in the thermos. Danny thought for a moment. 'How did he become a blob?'

The young halfa decided he would ask Skulker someday, maybe later when they MIGHT be fighting. Danny looked back at Lancer and realized he should be writing his essay right now.

He took out a sheet of paper and pencil. Smiling as he started to write everything down.

He wasn't sure if the essay he was about to write was worth an A or something, but he was happy enough to let out his feelings. He was happy about these essays, period. They were a way to clear his mind…..

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Dreams by Danny Fenton

There are two different kinds of dreams, one of them being when we fall asleep and when were in class, the other being our goals we attempt to achieve.

The dreams when we sleep are the best ones. They consist of colors and shapes. They consist of imaginary things that we didn't think was possible. They consist of a new adventure for us.

Some dreams feel real, as if everything in that dream were alive and real. They bring happiness to anyone who has these dreams.

I would do anything to have dreams like that.

The other kind of dream is the goals. When I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut. But that isn't possible for me now. My grades are in the toilet and what I do…..it would get in the way and cause destruction.

Some people actually achieve these dreams. Some people want these dreams but end up being something…..unique or something better.

It's the way of life.

Sometimes……something bad happens……like an accident that cause that Dream to suddenly vanish. It slips away from peoples fingers. And sometimes once it slips away, they can't grab it back.

I knew once I accepted I could never grab my dream back. It would cause more chaos into my life.

I already have enough anyway. But once I let go of that dream, I began a new dream which eventually became my number one goal. After that goal I've had many more goals. A LOT MORE.

Most are achieved, the rest are being close to being achieved. I know I may seem young and a lot of adults think 'He doesn't understand what its like to work hard, blah blah blah' Well I do know.

I know what its like to have a whole bunch of responsibilities. I know what its like to do work, to not sleep well, to get hurt over stupid things.

I know what its like to not have much freedom.

Dreams. Their funny little things aren't they? They change you into a new person. Every single one of us was just normal, no thoughts at all, but with one single dream everything changed.

One changed into a football played, the other a cheerleader, the other a Goth, the other a techno geek, and the other…..a freak.

What are your dreams? How did they change you?

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Lancer smiled softly at Daniel's essay. He gave it and A-

He turned to the board and erased the word 'Dreams.' What he wrote next was the exact opposite.

When he passed by the board as he left the classroom that single word seemed darker in the bright classroom.

'Nightmares'

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Woot I finally wrote for this story. Don't expect me to update soon cuz there's CST'S and I need to sleep early and eat well and stuff :D