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Buried ch.5 - I Am NOT Like My Parents!Disclaimer: Oh, seriously people, why do you call it FANfiction if you still force us to half to write a disclaimer. I do not own Danny Phantom. There, I said it! Ya happy now!
Jazz woke up to the sound of her alarm clock (and on a Saturday, of all days). She got up instantly and turned it off. After a quick morning shower, she changed into her clothes and decided to start making some breakfast for the whole family. She didn't want to risk having her food come back to life with her parents' cooking. She was starting to go down the stairs, when she passed by her little brother's room. She knew Danny hadn't come home yet by the time she went to bed, so she decided to peek into his room to see if he came home sometime during the night.
"Danny?" She asked, poking her head through the door.
By now, Jazz had opened the door all the way and started walking towards his bed. Checking under the covers, she discovered that nobody was there.
"He must be sleeping over at Sam or Tucker's
Buried ch.4 - Checking On DannyI have a quote on this chapter that I took from another cartoon caracter from another show. Now, just for fun, If anyone can correctly tell me what quote it is, and who said it, they get a cookie!^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom! Now get off my back!
Sam groggily awoke as the rays of the morning sun phased through the window blinding her vision, forcing her to squint her eyes.
"Uhh, why does the sun half to shine?" she asked in a dull tone, obviously irritated.
Rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, Sam looked up at the clock. It said 8:47am before switching to 8:48am.
"So much for sleeping-in." Sam stated while yawning and stretching, "Well, I guess since I'm up, I might as well have breakfast." She changed into her usual attire before heading down the stairs.
As she got to the table, she noticed her parents were nearly finished with their breakfasts already. "Well good morning sleepy-head!" Her mother said in a voice so cheery that it almost made Sam gag. "You're up awfully l
Buried ch.3 - Awakening and RealizationsDisclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom
"Uhh!" Danny groaned. He put a hand to his head as he woke up with a pounding headache, "What happened?" he asked himself.
Danny slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn't see a thing. The room he woke up in was so dark, that he couldn't even see his own hand in front of his face. "Where am I?" he asked with a sudden shiver. Danny crossed his arms around his chest, "And why is it so cold?"
Danny thought hard as memories of the last night began to flood through his mind. He remembered patrolling the streets with Sam and Tucker, Sam getting angry at Tucker for jinxing Danny's luck, him promising Sam that he would be fine. Then he remembered his mysterious attacker.
"I was attacked!" He exclaimed in a panicked tone. "But by who?"
He started thinking through the entire incident. He remembered the voice his attacker had. It didn't sound like anyone he would have known, but then again, it was so quiet that it very well may have been for all he knew.
Buried ch.2 - Don't Worry So Much, SamDisclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom
Sam and Tucker were driving back home on their motor scooters, when Tucker noticed Sam with a worried face on.
"Hey Sam, what's wrong?" He then asked.
Sam, startled by the question, randomly whipped her head around as she quickly responded, "Huh what oh right! Nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be fine?"
Tucker bluntly responded back, "Well for starters, the way you can't answer the question with a straight face is a pretty good indicator."
Sam gritted her teeth, her face changed to one of anger and her voice grew venomously dark. "I am fine, Tucker!"
"You're still worried about Danny, aren't you?" Tucker asked.
At that very moment, Sam drove her scooter right in front of Tucker's, causing him to nearly crash into her. Then she screamed, "Well, I wouldn't half to worry about him at all if you would have just kept your mouth shut!"
Tucker raised his hands up in a lame attempt to try to defend him-self as he took a step back
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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