Hi I'm pretty new at this and this is my first story. Sorry 'bout short chapter. It will get longer, but right now I'm banging my head on my desk cause right now the story looks terrible to me...
ANY WHO I DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM.
How should I put this..? Ah, yes, it really stinks to be me. Well, for starters, I'm blind. And how did this happen you ask? I was born this way, and I swear if you start singing Lady GaGa's song right now I will kill you.
Oh, by the way my name is Samantha Manson, but if you call me that we are not going to get along so well; so just call me Sam. I'm goth and about to move. Oh, but not with my parents of course, I mean how could I ruin their live, I mean it was only by chance that I was their daughter. It's not my fault I'm like this, blind and goth; and lets not forget that I'm an ultra recyclo-vegetarian. Everything they didn't want in a daughter.
Well anyway, after my grandmother pasted away my parents could finally send me away which would be now. And I think I'm moving to a place called Amity Park and somehow my parents even got a house and 'family' to live with. They're ghost hunters I think. But ya know it's kind of hard to know where I'm going when I can't read the note my parents gave me as they shoved my into the car and said goodbye. I mean I'm not even sure if they even packed all my clothes with me!
Well any who, as far as I can tell I been in this car for five hours. And I think the drive is about five and a half hours so almost there. So lets just keep our fingers crossed.
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As I stepped out of the car I could already tell I was not going to like it here. First of all, I could feel the sun on my arms, not really sure which tank top I'm wearing right now, which meant that there were probably not a lot of trees around. Well, that. . . stinks.
"Well you must be Samantha Manson" said a voice to my right, most likely female.
I didn't turn to her just said "Sam."
"Well, Sam, welcome to Amity Park. I'm Maddie Fenton."
I went quiet after she said that. "You do realize I'm blind, right?" I said, she was probably stinking out her hand to me thinking I would shake it. People these days.
"Oh, that's right, sorry. . . . How did you know I had my hand out though?" she asked.
"Most people try to shake hands with me when they first meet me," I said like it was just clear logic. "That and I have acute senses, like I know that those people standing over there is most likely your family," I said while pointing to my left.
More silence. This is not going to be a fun place to live.
Please don't hurt me if it's that bad! review are highly wanted, just. . go easy.
