Wow...I made more errors than usual... Don't mind me, I'm just fixing them.

My mind was whirling with no signs of stopping to sit still for even the shortest moment and seeing both my parents walk in looking slightly worried did not help. I figured this was just going to be another "you need to be taking care of yourself' lectures, but I was wrong.

"Danny, we need to talk." There were only about a million different things mom could mean by that.

"What about? I'm not neglecting my needs anymore." To them, it might have looked like it, but I really wasn't. My body just didn't need nearly as much of the basic human necessities as the normal human did.

"It's not about that, son." Shit, after dad's statement I could already tell my slip up a week ago was about to come back around to bite me in the ass.

Mom sighed and grabbed my hand. "Danny, we need to know what you meant the other day. When you said something about Phantom?" Why? Why did they have to start putting the pieces together now?

"It doesn't matter." I couldn't look her in the eye.

"Yes, it does Danny. It wouldn't be eating at you if it didn't matter." She stopped and I practically heard her next words before she said them. "We hate to put this on you with everything that's been going on, but we need to know so we can help you through this."

"It's nothing you can help me with." I already knew how this was going to end, I didn't have the will to hide it anymore.

"Danny," dad had pulled out his powerful "you're not getting off that easily" voice. "No one is leaving this room until we know what's going on."

Maybe it was the stress of seeing Sam the way she was, maybe it was the confusion from trying to piece together how I really felt about her, maybe it was the long repressed wish to just tell them, or maybe it was a combination of it all, but I felt what little was left of my resolve crack.

"I…" I sighed. "Can we get Jazz in here first?" I needed someone with a level head in here for this.

"Sure we can, honey, but why do you need her?"

"Because she already knows and I need someone here to moderate if this goes badly." Mom just nodded in response to the answer I'd given her question. Under normal circumstances, she would have questioned me farther, but these were not normal circumstances by a long shot. Mom stepped outside for a moment and Jazz appeared when she came back in.

"You sure about this, little brother?" Jazz could probably tell I really wasn't in any sort of emotional condition to be making this kind of decision, but that didn't stop me

"No, but that's not going to change my mind." Jazz just nodded with a worried look on her face. I didn't bother with giving out any sort of backstory or explanation before I let my secret out, I just let the rings of my transformation wash over me. "I'm Danny Phantom, okay?" I said nothing more, I just left poor Jazz to explain this to our shocked parents while I disappeared back into my own thoughts.

What the hell was I really feeling for Sam?

Sixth grade is here and with it comes the shock of middle school. Eight different classes a day and only one with Danny. Even though we are in most of the same courses, his decision to take orchestra for a year along with choir gave us completely different schedules. To top it all off, I have the joy of a half-hour walk to school in the mornings and after school now. At least I get to spend those walks with Danny.

I joined choir this year, but it was mainly because I needed two electives and of the four options given to sixth graders, Discovery and Choir are the only two that don't require me to lug an instrument home. Three weeks in, Danny is already whining about trying to carry his viola to and from his house. I just laugh and tell him it's his own dang fault.

I never thought I'd ever say this...but there's a really cute, smart guy in a few of my classes. I don't want to date him (come one, I'm not even twelve yet) but apparently a few off handed glances is all it takes for ...bitches like Paulina start spreading rumors around about you liking a guy. Only two weeks into the school year and there's crap going around about me. I'm twelve! I don't like anyone yet! Danny's the only one with half a chance at really capturing my heart at this age, and I don't even like him!

Wait...did I just imply that I could fall for my best friend eventually?

I'm going to ignore that for now.

In November, Jazz lets it slip that Danny has a little crush on me, but I don't think I really believe her too much. He couldn't like me like that, could he? She must have heard something wrong. It's not like he really wants to date me at this age, right?

I find myself bored in gym and wishing I had Danny there to entertain me. Tucker's in that class, but we aren't very close yet. We're kinda friends, but when Danny's not around, we don't talk a whole lot. This class doesn't even give me a real challenge. It's official, I'm going into the athletics program next year. Even if I suck at sports, I'm still going into it just for the challenge of the off season.

Danny tends to slack off in math, the only class I actually have with him, and it shows. Anyone can tell he does have a brain up there and our teacher can tell he could be doing way better than he is, but he just won't pay attention. It comes back to haunt him at the end of the year. Our teacher (who everyone else seems to hate though I actually like her) is creating a class of the smartest kids for our seventh and eighth grade years to give us a chance to get a year ahead of everyone else if we can keep up. Tucker and I both get invited to it, but Danny's slacking has cost him that opportunity. He'll have to tough it out friendless next year and the year after that. I could say I feel sorry for him, but it's his own fault.

Sixth grade passes by in a flash, and I realize there aren't a whole lot of specific moments I remember, just generalizations. I came to realize that I really do depend on Danny to be there to keep me from falling into the abyss of loneliness. I realized that I really need a challenge somewhere in my life just too keep me sane and that people like Paulina do nothing but piss me off to no end.

The familiar blackness is back, but all I can think of is why my memories turned into generalizations in that year rather than specific moments.

Then I hear something. One sentence from the world just outside my mind.

"I'm Danny Phantom, okay?" Something nags at me that I should be worried about hearing that, but I'm not, mainly because I don't really have time to process it before I'm sucked back down into a new strain of memories.

Why is it that my scrapbook kinda drops off right where my memories do? I would manage to not get any pictures of the one year I remember almost nothing of. -_-

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