TADA! Another update! Aren't you all just bursting with joy?!…No, I didn't think so… Anywho, I just thought I'd update before Christmas, at least! So, here is chapter three!
Disclaimer: No, a million times, NO! I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM!!
Yes, that school was so very persistent with their letters…and, if only they hadn't been, perhaps…perhaps I wouldn't be here anymore…
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It was a brisk Friday morning, and Danny had a long weekend.
He stretched, and leaned back in the comfy recliner that resided in the Fenton's living room, flicking through channels, bored out of his mind.
"Hey, Danny, another one of those letters came in the mail today," Jack said, walking into the living room where Danny sat.
"UGH!!" Danny groaned, putting a hand over his face, and slumping down in the chair.
"You know, Danny, this school sounds pretty good. You should really consider going." Jack said, sitting on the couch, and holding the letter out to Danny.
"DAD! I haven't even thought about University yet! Let alone an 'institution'!" Danny said, sitting up in his chair, and looking at his father in disbelief.
"Danny…You're going to graduate in a year and a half. You really should start considering possible school possibilities!" Jack insisted, bringing the letter back towards himself.
"Ok, fine. I have been considering schools," Danny admitted, "I was thinking of just going to a local school with Sam…"
Jack looked up at his son with a bewildered look on his face. "Why would you want to do that Danny? You can do so much better than that! This institute would do wonders for you!"
At the remark that he could do better, Danny stood, anger written all over his face. "I can do better, huh? Well then," he snatched the letter from his father's grip, "I guess I can do better than the institute, then!" And with that said, he tore the letter in two. "And, you know what else, dad? I NEVER want to do anything with ghosts EVER again! I'm not like you and mom! I can't stand the way you obsess over them! I don't want to have anything to do with that stupid school, or anything else paranormal as long as I live!" Danny tore the letter up some more, then tossed the pieces onto the floor, before storming out of the room, and up to his own.
Danny knew he didn't mean what he said, after all, he was half ghost, so he could be rid of all things paranormal. But, even so, the way his father had said it, made him angry. It was the fact that he made it sound like he was too good for his life, his friends, and Sam.
Danny growled, slamming his bedroom door shut, and flopped onto his bed, still unmade from when he had gotten up.
After about 10 minutes, Danny sighed, and stared at his closed door. He felt bad for the things he said. He knew he hadn't meant it, but…his father might've. Jack might've taken it all to heart.
Danny buried his face in his pillow, near ready to burst from guilt.
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The next couple years of my life were as normal as any other kid my age. With the exception of catching the few ghosts that still ventured from the ghost zone, with Tucker and Sam.
It was when I was 19, and ready to go onto University, that things in my life really began to unravel.
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In the end, out of shear guilt, Danny had decided to go to the Wisconsin Institute for Extraterrestrial and Paranormal Studies, to make his father happy.
A small group of people were gathered at the airport, to see Danny off.
Sam, Tucker, his parents, Jazz, Jazz's boyfriend, and Tucker's new girlfriend were all there.
Sam burst into tears as Danny checked in his bag. When he came back, he wrapped his arms around her, and cooed to her that he'd be back for the holidays. This seemed to comfort the girl, so Danny soon let her go, to say good-bye to the rest of his family and friends.
When he had bid farewell to everyone, he went through security, and waved at them from the other side of large glass doors.
He looked at the group that had gathered.
His mother and father were beaming with pride, Jazz was just smiling, leaning on her boyfriend, and Tucker and his girlfriend comforted Sam, who was smiling as she cried silently.
Danny smiled, and headed towards his airplane's gate number.
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I miss them all so much. Truly, if I hadn't left that day, I would've made sure Sam never had to cry again…
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Danny yawned as he walked towards a large building with a large sign over the front doors reading 'Wisconsin Institute for Paranormal and Extraterrestrial Studies'.
Danny heaved a sigh.
"This is it…" he muttered to himself," Once I go in, there's no turning back."
Danny heaved a sigh, lifted his bag, and headed inside.
After a few weeks on campus, Danny soon found that he wasn't exactly very welcomed by the other students.
They all seemed to skirt away from him every time he came near, and almost no one spoke to him, unless they needed him to pass them something.
Danny sat in the cafeteria, alone, and slowly ate his lunch. He had a spare next period, so he didn't need to rush. Besides, it's not like he exactly had any friends that wanted to do anything, and rushed him here, either.
When he finished up his lunch, he went up to his dorm room.
It was a sad thing, Danny realized, being here, since he didn't even have a roommate.
He tossed his bag full of books onto the floor near his bed, then sat on a swivel chair, that resided in front of a computer.
Danny sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
He logged onto the computer, but due to the harsh rules at the school, none of the computers were allowed to have messenger programs, web cams, or microphones, even if Sam, Tucker, or anyone else was on, he couldn't reach them.
He couldn't even call anyone, since you were only allowed to make local calls. So, what was he supposed to do? Call Vlad for a nice little chat? Danny didn't think so.
I'm sorry that this chapter is shorter than my last one, but I'll be busy for the next few days, so I won't have time to type anymore up, or post, so I thought I'd just quickly finish this up, and post it I hope you liked it!
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