Where I belong || Danny Phantom.exe

Chapter 1

Please note that this is a fanfiction story about  Danny Phantom exe from tik tok.
This means that whatever I write isn't how the real Danny would act, so no hate whatsoever. The sole purpose of this fanfiction is for readers to enjoy the story.  I also do not know him very well, so I have to give him his own personality as one of my characters. :)

Lastly, you can go and follow his instagram and tik tok if you want: danny.phantom.exe

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They say change can either make you or break you; that change in your life will have to be accepted as it comes. Never in a million years would I have expected that my life would change. It was impossible since there has been no change in my life for the past seventeen years...

Oh, how wrong I was to assume such a thing.

Sighing quietly, I gaze out of the window. Clouds cover the entire expanse of the sky, their murky black colors swirling ominously over the tall skyscrapers around. Looking down, I can see cars; tiny and speeding on the grey lines that represent the city's roads. The sun had been long gone, leaving in its absence only darkness. The city lights reflect off of the building's huge windows, emitting light all around me. I do not need to put on a light switch.

Eventually, I turn away, glancing at the room I reside in. White walls, white tiles, a white bed. No color embellishes the large area; there are no pictures on the walls for memories, no posters. One would never have guessed that the room belongs to a seventeen-year-old.

A knock comes from the door; it came every single day strictly at six. "Just leave it outside!" I yell, pulling my legs up to my chest. I hear the sound of metal clanking and footsteps fading away. I stare numbly at the door, not sure why. I have no one that I can wait for. My hand instinctively shoots up to grasp the green pendant that hangs loosely around my neck, feeling the delicate chain and the smoothness of the gem. The only reminder that I once had a mother.

Unlike any normal teenager, I have to be highly educated. Since I turned five, my father got me the best tutors that he flew in from all over the world to America. I've never stepped a foot out of the building, never had a reason to.

I have no friends, no family. I have never been to a mall or a restaurant.

My father gave me a credit card that I can use when I want to buy things online. When I was sixteen, I went through a rebellious stage where I bought random things, just to spend as much money as I possibly could. I thought that maybe when my father saw how much money I was wasting, then he might have made some effort to come to see me.

Hell, I hoped that he would even ground me. No, he gave me even more money to spend on useless stuff I had no need for.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm not allowed to go outside, of course, we have a private tiny piece of land that serves as a very small park that I often go to when I want to be alone, but that is all. Why does my father want to keep me a secret? My father is a very famous scientist, the very best perhaps that the world has ever seen. But as far as the outside world knows, he is a single workaholic with no family relations whatsoever. The public doesn't know he was married once upon a time, they thought of him as an emotionless genius.

I often watch the news on my TV I rarely use, just to see what's going on with the rest of the world. I see my father quite a lot on there, speaking in his monotonic voice while explaining his latest project. Another knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts. I frown, confused as to why anyone would want to see me now at this time of the day.

"Lady Evangeline, are you in there?" called a man's voice, but not just any man, my father's assistant, Barnes. I release my legs and stand up quickly from my position in front of the window and rush towards the door. I nearly fling it open; my gaze looking up into a shocked expression. He is in his early thirties now and still has his dark brown tresses, no greyness in sight. "You wanted to see me?" I question, uncertain as to why he would want to meet with me.