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Journal Entry 46

When Jazz first got me this, I didn't really understand. I mean, seriously? A guy with a Diary?

No.

Just, No.

Well, I understand now. Jazz, with all her stupid psycho-babble, really understands what makes people tick.

Even ghost-people.

Well, this...book...has been really helpful with helping me sort out my thoughts. Need someone to rant at who won't yell at you for swearing? Journal. Need to tell an embarrassing secret without fear of blackmail? Journal. Need to—

...I'm getting off track. Need to rant.

Today started off normally. Woke up, beat the crap out of Skulker, flew home, avoided getting skewered by an over-enthusiastic Valerie, and finally, managed to get to school. Ten minutes into first period, of course, but sacrifices have to be made.

That's when it started to get weird.

I'm in my junior year at Casper High now (Something that I have to CONTINUOUSLY remind Jazz of...), and I've finally started to relax. I've let my hair get longer, and I've quit hiding behind baggy t-shirts. Now—much to Sam's obvious glee—I've started wearing a smaller black t-shirt with a silver DP pendant around my neck. I kept the jeans, but I'm wearing black and white converse, now.

You'd think it'd be obvious, right? But no, the people in my school are as oblivious as ever—if not MORE so.

Perfect.

No one can connect "Puny-Danny-Fenturd" to the amazing, completely heroic Danny Phantom.

Sorry. Ego.

But one person DID notice.

The one person that I SHOULD have been ecstatic to notice me.

Paulina Sanchez.

But I wasn't ecstatic. I was terrified. And now, I'm just angry.

Paulina came up to me today, hips swinging and hair flowing. Boys and girls alike (Though mostly boys) parted for her like she was the Queen of England or something.

Only, of course, much younger and a lot less British.

Anyway, she just plopped on my desk, crossed her legs daintily, and proceeded to flirt.

With me.

Danny Fenton.

I nearly DIED.

Not in a good way, either.

I spent the whole day with her, completely ignoring Sam and Tucker. I felt horrible, and I nearly broke at the look of betrayal that Sam gave me, but there was nothing I could do. If I brought her anywhere near Sam, chaos would obviously erupt. And if I just ignored her, Paulina would spill my secret with no regret.

That would be BAD.

The longer I spent with her, the more I got to know her, and the more my temper rose. It took me maybe an hour to figure her out, even through my constant winces and teeth-grinding as her nails dug into my arm. I now know everything of importance to her.

Every last thing.

Paulina was like...was like the colour pink. Beautiful, feminine, and completely desirable. She wanted a horse for her sixteenth birthday, and she had gotten it. That, and an entire paddock and race-track. She liked shopping, and cheerleading, and watching MTV.

And that was it.

Not a mention of her friends. Not a mention of Star. I actually started to feel bad for her. Star, of course, not Paulina. I had seen the blond getting ordered around by the Puerto Rican. I had even seen her run to the bathroom in tears after a scathing comment from her supposed best friend.

But worst of all, there wasn't even a mention of her family. She actually seemed surprised when I asked her if she had any siblings. Then she laughed and said,

"Who cares about THEM?"

She seemed so confused, so hurt when I just detached my arm from her manicured gasp and walked away. She ran up to me and hugged me from behind, murmuring something about "Her Ghost-Boy".

Paulina was smart to figure it out.

She wasn't smart to try and follow me.

She had started talking really ast, then, slipping into Spanish and back again. I could hardly understand it, but I got the gist of it all.

"Leave you're loser friends. You're so cool and heroic and hot. I love you, Inviso-Bill."

I was too disgusted and shocked to even register the complement. (...wait, I'm "Hot"?)

I think I snapped then. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I think I just teleported out of there, using a power I hadn't even declared safe, just to get away from one girl.

One confused, shallow girl who used to scorn me with every fibre of her being.

And now I'm here, writing this. I realize now, that Paulina really is like the colour "Pink". Bright, peppy, flirtatious and feminine. But really, nothing more than a more shallow version of "Red".

Faded, dulled, washed away until nothing is left but the faint imprint of what might have been.

The A-list changed Paulina.

I'm managing to stay away from that.

Pissed and Determined,

Danny Fenton

Danny snapped his journal closed and promptly threw it across the room, where it hit the wall with a bang. He sighed irritably and fell back on his bed. Letting out a little growl, he put on his bulky headphones and turned up his ipod volume as high as it could go. Feeling his bad mood fade as the music played, Danny shoved his hands in his pockets.

A smile graced his lips as his fingers brushed a gold school ring.

I actually like this one! Though, these things seem to be getting shorter and shorter...hmm...well, once I actually write one of these in normal third-person POV, it'll be longer! Tehe!

...Can't you just picture Danny? Laying on his back...Black t-shirt, silver DP pendant, chunky Skull-Candy headphones? And looking like he wants to murder someone? SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE! *dies*