In this one, Sam is the quiet new girl. When Paulina and the A-Listers start to mess with her, Danny is more than eager to come to her rescue.

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Danny's POV

It was just another, normal, day at Casper High. The jocks were picking on the nerds, and the A-List girls were drooling over the jocks. My best friend, Tucker Foley and I were standing at our lockers; getting ready for our first period class. Suddenly, I noticed a new girl.
She had short- about shoulder length black hair. A small section of it was in a ponytail on the top of her head. She had pale skin, and what looked like amethyst eyes. She wore a black tank-top that cut-off above her bellybutton, a black skirt with thin green stripes make a checker board shape, purple tights, and black knee-high combat boots. She had lipstick on to match her eyes, and a light dusting of black eye shadow.
"Who's that?" I asked Tucker, my eyes still on the girl.
"That's Samantha Manson. She just moved here from New York over the weekend," he answered.
"You know anything else about her?"
"If you talk to her, call her Sam. She'll kill you if you call her Samantha. She's a goth, she's a vegetarian, and she's not very talkative."
"Okay," I nodded.
Sam shut her locker and walked past the A-Listers, probably to go to her next class. Paulina, the Queen Bee, knocked the stack of books out of Sam's hands. The crowd laughing and walked away. Tucker was in the middle of telling me something about the new PDA that's coming out next month. I quickly ran over to Sam. I kneeled down next to her, and helped her pick up her books.
"Here," I said, handing her the last of her pile.
"Oh, uh, thanks," she said, barely above a whisper.
I stood up and held out my hand to help her up. She took it and stood up. Standing next to her, I noticed she was about three inches shorter than me.
"No problem," I replied. "I'm Danny Fenton, by the way."
I stuck out my hand for her to shake.
"I'm Sam," she whispered, taking my hand. "Sam Manson."
She dropped my hand and looked down at the floor.
"Where are you going this period?" I asked.
"Mr. Lancer for English," she replied quietly.
"That's where I'm going. You want me to show you where to go?"
She nodded.
"Sure."
"Okay, let me go get my friend Tucker, and we can go."
"Okay."

Sam's POV

Danny walked over to a darker skinned boy with glasses, a red beret, green pants, brown boots, and a yellow long sleeve shirt. The two boys walked over to me.
"Hey, I'm Tucker Foley. That's TF as in too fine," he winked at me.
Danny slapped his arm.
"Tucker, don't scare her. God!" Danny complained to Tucker. He turned to me. "I'm sorry about him."
I silently giggled.
"It's okay," I said, a little louder than I'd been talking originally.
"You ready to go to English?" Danny asked me.
I nodded.
The three of us walked to Mr. Lancer's class. The way there, I studied Danny. He was cute.
He had pale skin, but slightly tanner than mine. Beautiful baby blue eyes, long, messy black hair that went across this forehead, slightly going into his eyes, and perfect white teeth to go with an adorable smile. He wore a white t-shirt with a red oval on the chest and red lining on the sleeves and neck line, baggy light blue jeans, and red and white converses.
We reached what I'm assuming is Mr. Lancer's class room. We sat in three empty seats in the back corner and then class began.

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