Just creativity that I can let out without committing to a story that will be god knows how many chapters. I have a lot of writing Ideas and unfinished stories I just can't stick with them and I also do not leave unfinished stories! That is a sin i...
Sam and Tucker sat board at lunch. Tucker poked at his now cold burger and yawned. Sam didn't eat either. She just moved a piece of limp lettuce around with her plastic spork.
After lunch they threw out there food and went to class. "Ahh! I see we're actually on time for once!" Mr. Lancer exclaimed in a sarcastic way. After a few seconds passed he saw that the kids were weren't humoring him. If anything they looked dead inside.
They just passed him and sat in there seats. The 2 pulled out there text books and opened up to the page before the overweight teacher could tell them. The teacher sigh and walked over to his desk and sat down.
"Ok class we are going to learn about the holy sonnet 10 'Death, be not Proud' by John Donne. Please open your books to page 253." He heard multiple groans from the group of teenagers. But Sam and Tucker were already there. Remembering where they left off the week before.
"Ms. Manson will you start please." Mr. Lancer asked the goth in the back. She let out a sigh hand held up the book. She cleared her throats and started.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Mr. Lancer nodded. "Thank you Ms. Manson. Now Mr. Foley would you be so kind as to tell us what the poem is about." Mr . Lancer leaned forward on the desk.
Tucker sigh. "The meaning of the poem is that John is trying to attack through the persona. Death has been personalized and is being told not to be proud because at the end it is conquered. People just die for a moment then live eternally there after where death cannot take them again, a point at which death is defeated."
The teacher that once thought so low of them (he never admitted to thinking that) now sat in astonishment as Sam read the poem with ease and Tucker knew exactly what the words meant! It was kind of weird that they just now were showing off there genius. They used to be late all the time and even straight up missed days of school without a good excuse. In fact half the time they didn't even have an excuse! Now that Mr. Fenton is gone. Odd.
"Wow! Umm Mr. Foley, Ms. Manson. That was some extraordinary presentation. Mr. Foley how did you know so much about that?!" Tucker shrugged. "Guess it was just luck." Tucker brought the book back up to his face to avert eye contact with the other students.
He leaned over to Sam. "Course they chose this poem to read about!" Sam nodded. "Why couldn't they have chosen something like 'Oh Captain, My Captain' or 'The Road Not Taken'." She said with venom in her voice.
"Am I interrupting something?" Mr. Lancer asked with raised eyebrows. "You two may be the only ones who understand this but please pretend you are interested. Also can you share what is so important you talked in my class."
Sam and Tucker sigh again and looked over to him. "We were just talking about other poems that could have been read instead." Sam nodded. "We were discussing poems that were easier but were more in tune with the history of our country." She said. But truth be told she didn't even know where the idea of that came from.
After school the 2 of them sat down on the stairs of the building. Ghost attacks stopped happening and soon there were none. There was no longer a need for Team Phantom. There was no longer a need for them period.
That sad news lead for them to have an average life of school and home. After so long of not having any free time now they have whole days to them selves. It was an odd feeling. To be free. How to be free again. To live life before the accident.
Damn some days Sam regretted having Danny walk into the portal. This day in particular was hitting her harder than others. "You know it wasn't your fault. Back when Danny got his powers. None of us knew what was to come." Tucker said to her putting a hand on her shoulder.
He pulled his hand back and let it rest on his lap. Sam put her elbow on some elevated piece of concrete put there for looks. "I know Tucker. I feel like this was my doing though. I told him to go in there. If I didn't them he would have been getting 8 hours of sleep and not get stitches every week."
Tucker looked down at the ground. "Well I'm sure Danny would have rather lived doing what he did best than live life like an average teen. You know that." She let her eyes close half way. Without ghost hunting there was nothing for them to do.
They got there homework done in a breeze. Any extra curricular activities were to easy. They fought for the lives of Amity Park 24/7. Now what? Stay and do chess club? Doodle and call it art? It as all so boring, why did he have to leave so soon? Why?
Somewhere in the ghost zone. "You did what had to be done." A hand was placed on the Time Master's shoulder. It gave a reassuring squeeze. "I know. But doing that really doesn't make it any easier."
The hand left his shoulder and the sound of a door opening was heard. "You can find me in the other room when you are ready to talk." Then the bang of the door closing caused him to flinch. He have one more look at the screen before turning and walking into the other room.
"Now. Are we ready Danny Phantom?" Clockwork asked the new Master of Time.
Danny nodded.
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A/N I admit this chapter was rushed. I copied and pasted a poem to take up space. I am pretty damn proud of this chapter though! The Poem was 'Death, be not Proud' by John Donne. Look it up for your self.
