A/N: So this is the first story I've uploaded. I hope you enjoy it and review even if you didn't, every writer likes to know what others think they can improve upon.
The full Summary: A picture shows a four year old with blonde hair that flows to her elbows. On top of her head sits a shiny silver tiara. Blue eyes, accentuated by a light layer of eye shadow, show clear and vivid disdain that matches the ruby-painted scowl on her little lips. She is dressed in a fancy powder blue princess dress with a sparkly tulle skirt and matching elbow length gloves and a sash adorned with 'Little Miss Amity.'
I know it's not entirely necessary but I want everyone to know what I envisioned the picture being like because it is never fully said in the actual story...
Disclaimer: Well this is weird, I own Danny Phantom and I'm posting my story on a site for fan fiction... Right, that makes a lot of sense. So yeah, no, don't own, never will. I accept that fact like everyone else on this site =)
1000 Words, Forgotten Memories
It slipped out of the album her mother had just put back on the shelf. Sam's eyes widened in horror as Danny picked it up. "Mrs. Manson, this fell out of your book," he said politely. Sam almost let out a sigh of relief as her mother looked back at the boy.
"Thank you," she replied stiffly, not moving to take the picture in his hand before she simply sauntered out of the room.
Danny shrugged and walked over to his Gothic best friend to hand her the photo instead. Sam reached out for it eagerly, she didn't want anyone to get a good look at it but it was snatched up by Tucker. He stared at it nosily for a minute before saying: "Wait a sec, is this what your mom looked like as a kid?"
"No," Sam replied, not able to look either of them in the eye as a slight blush frosted her cheeks. The photo was of a blonde four-year old in a fancy princess gown with a tiara on her head and a sash draped over her shoulder. The child was scowling at the camera. Sam crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to look at either of her best friends.
"So then…" Danny started, kind of stunned.
"That's you?" Tucker finished for him, laughing. Sam exhaled angrily, thoroughly irritated with both her mother and friend. Yes, Samantha Manson was a toddler pageant princess.
"Yeah, whatever, I was forced to do them when I was little. I hated it. Can we just go watch the movie now?" she confessed crossly. Tucker had found the floor in his laughter and was rolling around on the plush carpeting. "Shut up!" she muttered snappishly at the techno-geek on her living room floor. The fifteen year old Goth glanced at her other best friend- and crush- looking for his reaction. She blushed slightly when she saw him just standing there, staring at her. It took Tucker another minute to get a hold of himself, not noticing his friends' eyes locked on each other. Danny broke contact first and picked up the picture that had ended up on the floor a second time. He handed it to her, blue eyes meeting purple for a fraction of a second before she looked down and viciously tore the image apart, letting the pieces fall to the carpet.
"Movie time," she said simply before turning in the direction of her family's home theater.
"Hey, Sam?" Danny finally spoke; she turned to look at him as she reached the door, the only acknowledgement she gave. "You had a cute scowl," he grinned walking past her into the theater room.