A/N: Ok! I got this idea awhile ago, and didn't start writing till a month after! So I'm hoping you guys like this, and that it'll be my first successful chaptered story. (meaning I'll actually update regularly and crap like that)

So I'm not so great at updating. So I apologize beforehand if I don't update for like two months at a time.

LET'S GET CRACKIN!

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I hate them, was all that was going through my mind as I sat in a small waiting room. There was crappy magazines spread on a coffee table in front of us and there was elevator music playing in the background. I kept my arms crossed tightly and had a scowl on my face that would scare Steven King.

"Samantha Manson. You're next." Oh boy here we go. It was only yesterday that my mom got the brilliant idea to send me to a therapist. For what? I don't really know myself. I guess I'm just not the perfect daughter to my mom. But a therapist. Seriously. The-ra-pist. The rapist. Yea nice one mom. I sent a nasty look to my mom, which I'm pretty sure she saw, but choose to ignore. She was used to it after all. I could be doing anything with Danny and Tucker right now, but no, I have to go to a freaking session. Lovely.

All three of us got up and followed the secretary or whatever she was, so the next room. The door's sign had Dr. Merrill on it. Who's the idiot that decided some creepy stranger who supposedly "helping with your emotions" a doctor? The room was relatively larger compared to the waiting room. There was a desk, a degree hanging slanted on the walls to the left, a random plant to the right corner and three chairs in front of the desk. The therapist was a brunette headed lady in her mid-twenties. Make-up was caked on her face and she was smiling as I walked in. And to be perfectly honest, it creeped me out. God, let this be over with. She made a gesture with her hands for us to sit down.

"Hello Mrs. Manson! I'm guessing you're the one who called me?"

"Yes! My little Sammy here is in need of some help." Help to get out of here.

I rolled my eyes and my mom sighed. "Well Mrs. Manson, Here's how this will work. Sam will have two private sessions once a week. Then at the end of the month, you'll all come here and I'll discuss the progress we've made." What? I have to give up two WHOLE days every week to see a shrink? That's fan-freaking-tastic. She continued to talk to my mom. I didn't really pay attention since I was still fuming silently about having to come to the hell hole.

"Right Sam?" Whoops! What was the broad yapping about?

"Huh?" Great I was already making a bad impression on my part.

"Did you hear me?" she asked with a slight worried look on her face.

Well Obviously not dumb a- "No Sorry."

"I said that we're gonna have some fun right?"

"Sure," I mumbled back. That's rich.

I watched as my mom handed Dr. Merrill a large check for 1,000 dollars and shake her hand.

"We can start the session right now!"

"That would be fantastic! I'll pick you up one hour from now Sammikins!"

"Whatever."

"What?"

"Yea ok mom! Bye." She sighed once more and walked out the door followed by my dad.

Dr. Merrill walked to the door and shut it. She stayed there for a while to see if my parents were gone yet and turned back towards me. Taking a baby wipe from her pocket she wiped off the make-up. Blowing a sigh of relief she walked back to her desk. Admittedly she looked a lot better without the make-up.

"I hate meeting with parents. Ok, first off. No Dr. Merrill crap. Just call me Charlotte ok? And I won't tell anything to your parents that you want me to. So let's get started. What's wrong kid?"

I stared at her like she was crazy. I was preparing myself for Ashton Kutcher to come popping out yelling "YOU'VE JUST BEEN PUNKED!" Was it actually possible that I, Sam Manson, second unluckiest kid on earth (Danny's first) to get an actually DECENT SHRINK? Whoa! When did this ever happen?

She waved her hand in front of me and I finally blinked. "What?" Yea. I tend to space out a lot.

"Any problemo's life?"

"Uh…" Yea I do. My best friend's a ghost. My parents are nutcases, and I'm stuck in a Shrink's office two days a week. Oh and I might like my friend. "No. Life's just peachy." I love how people used to talk in the 50's. It sounded ridiculous.

She raised her eyebrow and sighed. "Look Kid…"

"Sam. My name's Sam. Not Samantha, or kid but Sam."

"Sorry, Sam. I know you're probably weirded out by all this. I would be too, but I'm pretty sure no one's life is perfect." Damn right.

"I never said life was perfect. It's far from it, but that's what makes it interesting. I don't wanna live in Pleasantville after all." I was getting into my protesting voice.

"Fine fine. I guess we can't target the problem right off. So why don't you just tell me about your family and friends and stuff and we'll see if anything happens from there."

"Ok. My name's Sam. I'm 15. I have two best friends, Danny and Tucker. I go to Casper High. I moved to Amity Park when I was in the sixth grade." Great. I just felt like I answered one of those annoying chain letters that people send to you cause they have no life.

"Mmk. So tell me about your friends."

"Uh… ok. Well I met Danny first…"

Flashback

I can't believe mom is making me go to another school. It's been a month already and I hadn't even made one friend. Well there was this nice girl in 4th hour. But she probably thinks I'm gonna beat her up or something. I mean, I did pack on the eyeliner. And I wore a bunch of bondage pants and skull shirts. I sighed and sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria. I opened my bag lunch and drew out a salad and vinaigrette. There's no way I'm touching that crap they serve in the Caf. Different schools, same recipe.

"Um… Hi," I heard a voice from some kid standing next to me. Oh great.

"No, I haven't killed anyone, no I don't plan to kill anyone, and no I don't worship Satan. Anything else?" I looked up. There was a scrawny kid with black hair and lightning blue eyes standing next to me. He was actually pretty cute.

"I wasn't gonna ask you that…"

"You weren't?"

He shook his head. "I was just wondering if I could sit here. But I guess…"

"Oh!" I said in surprise. "Course you can sit here." I moved me bag and scooted down to make room for Cute Boy. He sat down and smiled at me. Wow, he's even cuter when he smiles.

"I'm Danny by the way." I was startled by his voice.

"I'm –"

"I know who you are. You're Sadistic Sam. But I don't think that's true. So you're new here right?"

"Uh, yea."

"Where'd you come from?"

"Beverly Hills." I was embarrassed to say it. I didn't want to sound like some snob who wanted to all the sudden change her image at the change of schools.

"Oh Cool!" Well. That was different.

End Flashback

"Danny and Me become inseparable after that," I said with a big grin on my face.

"So, Do you like him?" Where's she getting at?

"What do you mean. Of course I like him. He's my best friend."

"No. I mean Like more than a friend."

I paused. What could I say? Yea Charlotte. I like him, he's cute and funny and sweet. Why wouldn't I like him? Yea right.

"Now we're getting somewhere." Oh crap.

A/n: That's all for chapter one guys! I hope you liked it! The other chapters shouldn't be as short. NOW REVIEW! I COMMAND IT!