Spectral Angel: Hi! *Waves*

Danny Muse: Okay, you got your 5 seconds of fame, I'm pretty sure the readers would like to hear the story.

Spectral Angel: Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there. This is my first story. So please review! Oh! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to... *Drums play* Arette! She gave me lot's of ideas for this story! I hope you enjoy it!


20 years after Phantom Planet

RIIIINNNNGGG! "YES!" A kid with raven black hair and electric green eyes, pumps his fist in the air. "Lizzy! It's Friday!" You maybe confused on what's going on. See, my name is Darry. I'm the only kid of Danny and Sam Fenton. Oh, and that's Lizzy. She's been my best friend since kindergarten. Her real name is Elizabeth but, call her that and your dead meat.

"Yo, Darry! Come on, I want to go home already!" Lizzy yelled.

"I'm coming!" I yell back. I run over to Lizzy, (Even though that's against the rules) and we walk down the halls together.

"So, did you hear about the Heritage project?" Lizzy asked me.

"There's a Heritage project?" Oh, great. What a way to ruin a weekend.

"Yup. I'm just going to ask my Mom about it." Lizzy replied. "What about you?"

"Eh, I'll ask my Dad." I said. "He usually helps me anyways."

"Oh, okay. Bye!" Lizzy turned right while I turned left towards my house. I live in a giant reddish-brown house with a giant neon sign at the top that practically screamed 'abnormal'. My Dad says it was my grandparents house before they died. I miss them a lot. Grandpa Jack died when I was 8 and Grandma Maddie died when I was 9. Oh, there's the door.

"Knock, knock!" I knocked on the door. Please answer, please answer I mentally pleaded. The door creaked open. Yes!

"Hello?" My Dad said. Then he sees me. "Oh, Darry it's just you."

"Were you expecting somebody?" I reply

"No. Come in." My Dad said.

I walk in and sit on the couch. "So, umm Dad."

"Yes?"

"Well we have a er, Heritage Project and I was wondering if you could help me." I said.

"Sure. I'll be right back." My Dad leaves the room and comes back with a book. He hands it too me. "Here. Our Family history is in there." My Dad walks out of the room. I look at the book's cover and realize it's not our Family History book. It was Sam's old journal.