So....this was honestly the first fic I ever wrote. It was deleted by evil Proboards, but I managed to rewrite it. Hope you like!
I don't own Danny Phantom. But I do own Steph!
Chapter 1
"Class, we have a new student." The students stopped their random chatter and obediently turned their heads to the front of the room.
Standing next to the teacher, Mr. Lancer, was a girl, with blond hair down to her shoulders and green eyes. She wore purple sneakers, black jeans, and a purple T-shirt stating, "Do you honestly think I care?" in black lettering.
"Her name is Stephanie Malley, and she just moved here from California," Mr. Lancer continued to speak as the girl looked around the room. When she saw a boy with black hair, blue eyes, and a red and white T-shirt, her eyes widened slightly.
"Stephanie, take any empty seat you like," Mr. Lancer said. She walked towards the back of the room, and then sat between an African American by and a girl wearing gothic-ish attire.
As Mr. Lancer began to teach, the class resumed its random chatter. The girl next to Stephanie turned to her and said, "Welcome to Casper High, the most conformist place on Earth." "Aren't all highschools conformist?" "I guess....I wouldn't know, I've lived in Amity Park all my life. I'm Sam, by the way." "I'm Steph. Please, don't call me Stephanie unless you have a death wish."
The African American boy tapped Steph on the shoulder. "Will you go to the dance with me next Friday?" he asked quickly. Steph raised an eyebrow. "What, got turned down by every girl in school, so you decided to ask the new girl?" "H-how'd you know?" he asked, sounding defeated. "I was joking..." Steph said slowly, staring into the distance. She then seemed to snap back to reality. "Sure, I'll go with you-if you tell me your name." "YES! Oh, I'm Tucker Foley."
After class, Steph walked out of the room with Sam and Tucker. The boy Steph had seen earlier joined them. They walked through the halls until their way was blocked by somebody.
"Hey new girl, I bet you want to go to the dance with a popular quarterback like me," the boy said. Steph raised an eyebrow. "Uh...what's your name?" "Dash." "Well, Dash, my answer is no."
"Are you crazy? Why not?" "Because I'm not planning to go out with the first idiotic jock that asks me!" "But-but no girl's ever rejected me!" "Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"
So saying, Steph turned away from Dash, to find that quite a big crowd had gathered. She slowly edged away from the crowd, and then ran back over to the three she had been with earlier.
"Why'd you do that?" Tucker asked. "You could have been popular!" "If popularity means dating that jerk, I don't want it." "Whatever."
Steph looked around the small group. "So, what are all your names?" she asked. "I know two of you, but I'm not sure if I have it right." She pointed to Tucker. "Tucker Foley." He nodded, and Steph pointed to Sam. "Sam..." she trailed off, and Sam filled in for her. "Manson." Steph then pointed to the other boy. He opened his mouth to say his name, but Steph quickly said it for him.
"Danny Fenton?"