A Setup.

Back in his room Danny sat at his Desk, pen to paper. Not writing, just sat there, trying to think of what to write. There was so much he could do.

"I'll start small," he said to himself, his stomach rumbled, despite having only just finishing his tea, "I know",

He started to write, "I have a huge cake all to myself," and the words vanished, and sure enough, there was a massive cake on his bed. Not on a plate mind you, but there none the less. "I don't really want this any more," Danny thought, looking at it, and with just one sentence, it had vanished as if it never existed. His attention turned to the weather outside,

"I should fix that" he thought, "It is sunny outside, and won't rain for ages" he wrote, the words vanished, and so did the rain.

"Thank's Danny!", his Dad shouted up, he'd obviously seen that the rain had stopped.

Danny's phone started to ring,

"Hello?" Danny said, answering it,

"HEY DANNY, IT'S ME!" the voice at the other end shouted, it was his friend Sam, he never had learnt how to use the phone without shouting.

"Oh hey Sam, what's up?" Danny asked,

"I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU WANTED TO GO TO A CLUB TONIGHT, TO CELEBRATE YOUR 18th?"

"I'd love to, "Danny replied, "Thank.."

Sam had hung up before Danny could finish, he wasn't very good at talking on the phone,(Just like I'm not very good at writing). Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door, Danny rushed down to answer it, collecting the notepad on the way,

"I've got it," he shouted opening the door, it was Sam,

"Hey, you ready," He asked, eagerly,

Danny looked down at his clothes, "I guess, he replied,"

And with that, they left for the Club.