This is the end…

The end of this story….

But do not worry…..

For there shall be a sequel….

And you all will dance and cheer….

Maybe over a couple of beers…

Uh-oh this song reminds me of New Years….

When very few actually got wasted….

And their picture got pasted to my wall….

Because it was funny when we all had a great fall….

But really, why must plot bunny's attack?

Reminds me of my Uncle Mack….

Who lives in a wooden shack….

And carry's a lot of snacks….

But really, lawyers get off my back.

Because I will never ever own Danny Phantom, even if I hack.

That song I just made up along the way….

Now read and make my day!

…..

(Danny)

The weekend had already past by. It felt as if in a blink of an eye it was gone. I had written more in my journal, and Vlad was still here. My addiction hasn't been…how do I put this….solved. Jazz tries to help, though I rarely talk these days. I blinked at myself in the mirror; my appearance hasn't gotten better, or worse. Yes I had bags under my eyes, my hair was as messy as before, I was still to pale….but it wasn't worse….that's a relief….

"Danny! Let's go or we'll be late!" my sister yelled from downstairs. I shook my head and grabbed my backpack from the desk chair. I paused and went over to my drawer. I reached inside it and grabbed my journal, knowing my mom she would come in here later and try to find out what was wrong with me, which would end in her finding this. I quickly stuffed it inside my backpack and walked out my door. I went downstairs and went inside the kitchen. I grimaced at the fruit, and at the granola bars.

A scent lingered in the air. I took a small sniff and coughed. It was this morning's breakfast. I left the kitchen with no snack at all; food seemed to repulsive right now. I walked to the front of the door to see my Mom standing there, giving something to Jazz. Apparently it was lunch. I flinched when I saw another bag of lunch in her hand, one for me I guess.

I walked over by her (BY her, not close to her) and she pulled me into a hug. I winched in her embrace, my chest still hurt from when she shot me there….. "Have a nice day at school sweetie!" she exclaimed as she handed me my lunch bag. I nodded and quickly went outside, to Jazz's car. She was waiting in front of it….when did she get there? Probably when I was hugging, or more like she was hugging me, my mom.

She smiled at me and went to the driver's side. I went into the passenger's side and sighed once I was in there. Jazz looked at me and asked "What's wrong Danny?" I shook my head and said nothing, as usual. Jazz sighed and said "You know, you're going to have to speak someday." I looked over at her and raised an eyebrow she caught my look and said "Yes you are Danny; there is no way out of it." I shook my head and turned away from her.

That was when I realized we were at school. I turned to her, shocked. "Yes Danny, you do have to go." Jazz said, playfully glaring at me. I smiled and nodded, opening the door to go meet Sam and Tucker. Once they saw me they came running over. "Hey Danny!" Sam exclaimed as she hugged me….

And we both fell to the floor.

That's when I realized I had left my backpack open….and all my stuff inside there fell out. "Sorry…" Sam muttered as she helped me put my things back into my backpack. I smiled at her and shook my head, she knew she was forgiven. "Hey what's this?" I heard Tucker say. I glanced over to see a composition book in his hands. My eyes widened, Sam must have seen my reaction because she quickly snatched it out of Tucker's hand and handed it to me, but not before he read some of it.

"Vlad gave you that journal?" he asked me, surprised. I glared and nodded my head. Sam sighed and said to him "It's a JOURNAL, Tucker. Which means it can only be read by the user!" Tucker rolled his eyes but nodded. I quickly placed everything in my backpack and stood up. I smirked at my friends and began running away. Knowing I was early to Mr. Lancer's class I sat down and took out my journal. He looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back and ran up to him to give him a note, from Jazz, so he won't call on me in class. He nodded and pointed to my seat.

Once I got there I opened up to a new page in the composition book. Smiling at the familiarity of the situation (writing essays in this class) I picked up my pen and started writing down all my thoughts.

…

There, I finished the epilogue!

I would have finished it sooner….

But there was a roach in my room….

I'm not so fond of roaches…

So I screamed and my mom killed it….

And their going to survive the apocalypse -.-'