AN: Hey everyone! I'm back with a special treat for you: A Brand New Story! (Cheers are heard from no where) Sorry, I'm very hyper today, and that's because while getting annoyed with having writer's block, (and eating Peeps), I thought of a story idea! YAY! No flames please, but please R&R!
I don't own Danny Phantom or any other characters in this story, if I did, I wouldn't be writing this, I'd be writing new ideas for episodes of Danny Phantom.
Normal POV
Written stuff (Stuff… whoa, that's so scientific note sarcasm)
"Dialog"
That's right everyone, no thoughts in this one! (Sorry to all who like the mental punches, they'll be in the next one)
Let the story begin!
Sam Manson had just returned from school to the Manson home when she got a phone call from her parents.
"Sammykins, your father and I are going to be returning later than we thought from the convention. Take care of grandma until we get back, will you sweetie?"
"First off, it's Sam, not 'Sammykins' and second, fine, I'll take care of grandma until then."
"Thank you, Sammy."
"Whatever."
Sam hated it when someone called her something other than Sam. The only person who could even call her "Sammy" was Danny, and he still didn't. But she tried to tolerate her parents' clueless ness, seeing as they knew nothing about her.
She walked up to her room, closed the door, and stared out the window for a few minutes. She was tired from today, another ghost came to the school, and it was hard being a side-kick of ghost hunting super hero, Danny Phantom, or as the clueless town knew him, Inviso-Bill. That was still the stupidest name in the world.
Sam opened her book-bag to get her diary.
May 9
Dear Diary,
Once again, it was another day of hiding secrets within me. Danny is still oblivious to the fact that I like him, another ghost came by at lunch, and Tucker almost found the secrets that you hide. Luckily, I took my book-bag away from him before he went looking through it. Why he would even want to, I still don't see, but whatever.
If there was a way to tell Danny that I liked him without sounding ridiculous, I would've done it a long time ago. But then again, every time that I try to tell him, I get interrupted by either a ghost attack, or Tucker. If only he knew.
Sam
At the same time, Danny Fenton was in his own room, attempting to study, and was not succeeding. He stopped looking at the text book and instead opened up his journal.
May 9
Dear Journal,
If only she knew. Sam was once again oblivious to the fact that I like her. But she probably doesn't love me like I love her. Wow, that sounded really stupid. But it's a good thing that she can't read this.
Skulker came back today during lunch. So I'm really tired, and the worst part is, I have to study for a test in Mr. Lancer's class tomorrow. Do you know how hard it is to read old poetry, while you're really tired, and remember all of it? Sam could probably pull it off, but I can't. If only she knew.
Danny
AN: I think that's a good way to end the first chapter, don't you think? Ok, it's kinda short, but I can't think of anything else at the moment. I'll get the next chapter up A.S.A.P., basically, as soon as I think of an idea for the next chapter and type it up. Please Review, and as always, no flames please.
