AN: SUPPRISE! Those of you who have been reading Sam's Poetry Journal (this story's prequel) know that I was going to be doing a surprise with your guys's favorite character. Well too bad! I couldn't do just one, so I did them all! Enjoy!

Amity Park: 15 years in the future:

What's this?

Danny Fenton was cleaning out the attic, for the first time in his 4 years of marriage, and had come across yet another box. But this one, unlike the other cardboard boxes was wooden, and considerably smaller compared to them too. Curious, he opened it up.

As soon as he saw the contents of the box, a wave of nostalgia came over the 29-year-old Danny. It was his high school mementos, all in one place. Determining that it was high time he got a break, he climbed down the ladder to the garage and walked into the house.

Setting the box on the kitchen table, he opened it once again, and picked out the packet of papers on the top. Brushing the dust off, he read the words: The English Assignment: a Collection of Poems. Seeing the old book made Danny remember the assignment: how he had procrastinated, how him and his classmates had written surprisingly good poems, how Mr. Lancer had made the books, and how he had suggested they show them to their children.

Danny would've shown the poems to his children, but as of now, his oldest child, Lilith, was just three years old. He'd read the poems to her when she was older. He'd read them to both her and Tucker Jr, TJ for short, their one-year-old son.

So far, their kids had proven to be quateras, humans who had a ghost sense, intangibility and flight powers, but none of the other ghost powers. Since they couldn't exactly attack with those powers, Sam and Danny had agreed to train their kids in the art of ghost hunting (in a more toned down manner than the Jack Fenton method) when they were old enough.

After the dust was fully off the packet, Danny opened it up and began reading.


Sam Fenton came downstairs. She had been working from home on her laptop when she got hungry. Intending to make herself a salad, she went down to the kitchen. She could hear Danny in the living room on the phone, and she could tell from the tone of her voice that he was talking to Danny. Walking further in to the kitchen, she spotted an old wooden box on the table. On top was a wrinkled packet of papers.

She picked it up, reading the title and recognizing it as the only poetry assignment in her entire high school career. She flipped the pages open to read the first poem, Nathan's. She read the words about the music, and connected with the writing with the poem once more. She still lost herself into music sometimes. Except this time she wasn't lost alone. Instead of being alone with her earbuds, she was with her two kids and her husband enjoying the music together.

Sam had always appreciated poetry, but she had almost never appreciated her high school peers. However, that particular assignment made her raise her appreciation at least a little bit.

Flipping the page with a small smile, she began reading Star's poem. Sam really never felt second to anyone, as she had always been her own person, but she did like Star's writing style, how she went from explaining that she'd be fine, yet wanting something more in the very next line. In fact, Sam and Star were sort-of-friends now. If you counted having someone as a contact on your phone being friends.

Speaking of which, she should really text Star sometime…


Tucker just got off the phone with Danny. He always loved talking to his best friend, even though he was busy with mayoral stuff. One always had time for one's best friend, especially if said friend was the savior of the world. Correction: is the savior of the world. Danny still saved the world on an almost monthly basis, and saved the town on a daily basis.

No one had really expected the ghosts to stop attacking after the Disasteroid incident, and no one really expected for Plasmius to stay in space forever. And now that all of the ghosts knew both of Danny's identities (not that most didn't know before) and Plasmius didn't have the restrictions of having to keep his secret identity keeping him from going all out on Danny, his superhero duties were as constant as ever.

So Tucker was glad when Danny did call. It was fun to talk to him, and this call was no exception, even if it the topic was a bit out-of-the-ordinary. Apparently, Danny still had the book of poems from the one English assignment back in the 9th grade. Thinking back on it, the poems sounded pretty fun to read again, to relive high school for a minute, but he wasn't sure if he still had his copy.

Five minutes later, he knew he didn't still have his copy. But Valerie had kept hers, and now the two were on their couch, side by side, already on Mikey's depressing poem.

"Funny," Valerie said, "how the person who wrote about feeling like a failure is the one who co-owns the biggest company in the state."

"Yeah," Tucker agreed, "he and Nathan sure did well for themselves."

"They did, didn't they. Plus, contrary to what we all thought in high school, they both ended up with wives, and Julia and Sara are really nice ladies. But we did great too, you know… owning the biggest technological weapons company in the country."

"No, no we didn't," Tucker gave his wife a quick kiss, "but it would be kinda nice to talk to them sometimes."

"Tucker," Valerie said, in that voice that said he clearly was being oblivious about something, "Don't you have their numbers on your contacts list?"

"I do! But first, let's finish reading this."


Hey Star, it's Sam. Guess what? Danny and I found that old poetry book from the ninth grade… and it's even more fun to read now than it was to read then, at least for me anyways. If you still have it, you should consider reading it again.

"Hey Kwan, do we still have that poetry book from the ninth grade?"


"How's it going, Nathan? Mikey? This is your business line, so I know I reached both of you. Remember when Mr. Lancer made us write those poems in the ninth grade and then made a book out of them? Remember how we all almost threw them away? I'm so glad I didn't- our poems were- still are- spectacular. If you have free time, you should totally read them again. Until then, I guess this message is over. Bye."

"Hey Mikey, would you and Sara like to come over for dinner tonight? We've got good food, plus we can go back and look at pictures, poems, and such. I've got a whole box of high school mementos."


Dash opened his front door, only to see a packet of papers sitting on the stoop. What's this? He picked it up, and read the sticky note on the top. Star found her copy this weekend. Since trying to find old stuff is like searching for a needle in a haystack, I copied Star's for you and dropped it off on my way to work. Read and enjoy!

Dash smiled at the thought of his still best friend and pulled the sticky note off the top paper. He read the title and remembered. This is the one assignment in Mr. Lancer's class that I didn't hate!

Now, excited he went back inside, intending to find Paulina. It'd be fun to read it together.


Mr. Lancer finally plugged his phone into his charger after it being dead for three days. Once it was charged, he turned it on, noticing that he had about 11 new emails. Scrolling through the 11, he saw titles like The English Assignment, Remember that poetry book you made us?, and the like.

He knew what they were about before he even opened them up. I knew this would happen.

AN: I hope you enjoyed, and remember, it's never too late for reviews!