Chapter 2: Danny Fenton Has A Brain

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A/N: Everybody was Kung Fu fighting! *Picture above*


Danny Pov

BANG

BANG

BANG

Everyone turned to me. Why? I was currently trying to give myself a concussion.

"Chicken soup for the soul! Danny, are you trying to give yourself a concussion? Stop banging your head on the desk!" Mr.Lancer yelled.

As soon as I stopped banging my head on my desk Maddie and Jack continued to talk about the field trip. Not caring about if something was upsetting their 'son' or if I was hurt. They never did, I was used to it by now. I soon zoned out there talking and started writing poems. Or at least attempting to. A habit I picked up other the years.

"Danny! Are you even paying attention?!" Maddie yelled.

"Obviously not."

I looked at my classmate to see them looking at me with wide eyes. Whoa! I disrespected Maddie! Someone call the FBI we have a code red!

"What are you even writing Mr. Fenton?" Mr, Lancer asked while taking my notebook.

"Hey! Giv-" I start to say.

"Lord of the Flies! Mr. Fenton this is Esperanto! How do you know this language?"

"I learned," I said in a 'duh' tone.

"What does it say, Mr. Lancer?" Dash asked.

Darkness - Danny P

I hide from myself and others,

Monster to all, even myself.

Where do I hide?

I hide in a corner, Darkness consuming me.

Hero to most, Freak to all

Darkness will always consume me,

Now and forever.


In esperanto:

Mallumo - Danny PF

Mi kaŝas de mi kaj aliaj,

Monstro al ĉiuj, eĉ mi.

Kie mi kaŝus?

Mi kaŝas en angulo, Mallumo konsumanta min.

Plej heroo, Freak al ĉiuj.

Mallumo ĉiam konsumos min,

Nun kaj eterne.

(I used google translate don't hate on me if it is wrong)

"Can I have that back now?" I say shyly

"Ummm.... class dismissed," Mr. Lancer says as he hands me my notebook.



A/N: Sorry If the poem sucked. Not even sure if that was a poem... Two chapters in one day... yay! Might not happen again. Bye!

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