"You are kidding, right?" Samantha Manson asked her father, sitting down in an expensive chair next to his.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I can't say no. This will lead to a major raise, over five thousand dollars more than I've been making." Her father looked genuinely sorry, so Sam softened, even though moving was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Well, I guess I can't argue with that. Where are we moving too?" She asked, her expression dripping with false happiness.
"Oh, it's this wonderful little town, so cute, and full of adventure. It's ghost infested!" Mr. Manson chirped.
"Ghost infested?" Sam said, her mouth dropping open, and her eyes widening. She glanced at her mother to see how she would react to that tidbit of information.
Mrs. Manson was standing behind her husband's chair, her stiff smile revealing she was less than enthusiastic than moving to the new ghost infested town.
"Ghost infested! How adventurous! It will be like going on a safari! It's a town called Amity Park!" Mr. Manson said, a wide smile lighting up the room.
"Well, when are we leaving?" Sam asked, feeling defeated and helpless.
"In about a week! Best things are done quickly. You know what I say, efficiency never hurt anyone, and everyone knows, time is money. Tick, tick, tick!"
"Dad, you are way to happy about this." Sam laughed weakly, and continued, "I'm going up to my room to pack. You know, yay for efficiency!"
"Great spirit, hun! But, the maid, Theresa, will do that for you! Why don't you just clean up for dinner?" He said, the grin never wavering.
"Sure, Dad."
Walking quickly to the stairs, the thoughts raced through Sam's head, 'I've got to figure out a little about this town. What if I don't make friends? What if nobody likes me? What if I am a total loser? What if I get eaten by a ghost?'
Suddenly, panic overtook her, and she bounded up the stairs to her room.
She dropped into her computer chair, and quickly typed "Amity Park" into the local search engine.
She scanned quickly over all the headlines that popped up"
High School Attacked By Rampaging Ghost, Name Found to Be Skulker, but Students saved by Danny Phantom, Good Guy or Menace? We Have Yet to Find Out.
Mayor Attacked By Ghost, Danny Phantom, who Claims to be Peaceful, is he telling the Truth?
Ghost "Hero" Danny Phantom Attacks Mayor, News at 10
Danny Phantom in Relationship with Paulina Sanchez? Fangirl or Girlfriend? Sources Tell Us…
She glanced at a picture of the ghost Danny Phantom. He looked about her age, and in the picture, he looked slightly confused.
"Samantha! Dinner!!!" Mrs. Manson yelled, her voice echoing down the hallway to Sam's room.
"Coming!!" Sam shouted back, closing the window, and shutting off the computer, one last thought about moving ran though her head, 'Well, it certainly will be an adventure'.
o.O.o.O.o
"Hey, Danny! Danny! DANNY!" Tucker Foley waved his hand in front of his best friend's face, "DANNY!!! You've got a new neighbor!"
Tucker leaned in real close, "DANNYYYYY!!"
"Wha- Huh?" Danny Fenton snapped back into reality, seeing two big brown eyes staring into his, "ACK!"
"Well, I had to get your attention somehow, someone's moving into that humongous house down the street!" Tucker said excitedly, his brown eyes the size of saucers.
"Great. Just great." Danny muttered, "Who is it?"
"I don't know, but I will in a second. Why are you so down in some new neighbors?" Tucker responded, his eyes glued to his PDA, who he had named Carly.
"Aww, Carly, come on girl, you can go fast-, I mean, uh, hurry up, stupid uh PDA!" Tucker glanced at Danny who was giving him a slightly freaked out look.
"Oh, like you haven't named an inanimate object before!" Tucker said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, it's just, the last few families who've moved into that house have either been snotty and filthy rich, creepy and filthy rich, or just plain weird and filthy rich. And they've always left after about a month. It's just annoying." Danny spouted, pacing back and forth.
"Who knows?" Tucker said, "Maybe this family will be nice and filthy rich with a hot daughter, or a cool guy to hang out with. If it's a girl, I call her, by the way."
Tucker fiddled with the PDA, "The search is almost done, hold on…"
"You can't call women! We are happy, independent and we don't need boys, and we aren't called and-…" Jasmine Fenton, AKA Jazz, yelled from down the hall.
Danny sprinted to the door, and shut it loudly.
It was at that moment that Mrs. Fenton opened the door right back up, "We're going to be meeting the neighbors tomorrow for lunch at their new house at noon, Danny, so be nice, and I think they're wealthy, so wear something nice."
"Okay, Mom, just go. Just leave." Danny ushered his mother out of the room, and leaned against it, "My kingdom for a lock!"
Tucker snickered, "You really do need to get over this whole phobia of neighbors thing."
"I don't want to meet these freaking neighbors, they're probably filthy rich idiots who are just gonna rub it in our faces. I am so lucky to be living next to a freaking hell-whole-house!" Danny shouted.
"What did you just say, Mister?" Jack Fenton shouted, opening the door back up, a listening device strapped to his forehead.
"uh, we're out of fudge?" Danny replied, rolling his eyes.
"OUT OF FUDGE???? THIS IS A DISASTER! MADDDDIIEEEE!!!!" Jack bellowed, bounding down the stairs.
"My gosh, I sware, I'm going to shoot the next person who comes into my room." Danny grumbled, leaning against the door, and sliding down, so he was sitting with his back to it.
Tucker sat down too, leaning against the bed, and facing Danny, "Wow. You really are stressed out about this."
"Yeah, I don't know, Tuck, it just seems like I've been having awful luck lately." Danny sighed, putting his head in his hands.
"Don't worry, maybe it's just Johnny 13 and Shadow making your life miserable." Tucker said brightly.
"Thanks, thank you for that. How is that supposed to make me feel better??" Danny exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
"It's a family with one daughter, the grandfather invented some twirly corn dog stick thing, I don't know, now the family has inherited the fortune, the girl's about our age, and will be attending Casper High School, our high school."
"Great, she's probably a witch."
"Oh, calm down. Let's just go to the Nasty Burger, that always makes me feel better, it'll make you feel better too!" Tucker said, jumping up.
"Alright." Danny muttered, standing up.
"Yes!! Meat! Yaayyyy meat! It's almost as good as electronics. What if they combined them? I can see it now- meatronics!!!" Tucker exclaimed, spinning around.
"Tucker?"
"Yes?"
"You're a freak."
"I like meat."
"Did you drink caffeine before you came here?" Danny questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"No… maybe… yes. And now the room is spinning!" Tucker whimpered, walking into a wall.
"Come on, we need to get some meat in you. And fast!" Danny pulled Tucker out of house and down the stairs, listening to Tucker sing softly.
"I like meat. Meat, meat, meat. Do you like meat? I like meat. Meat, meat, meat."
o.O.o.O.o
"This house is incredible, Dad." Sam said, stepping into the old mansion, then getting on her knees to examine the carvings on the baseboards.
"Yes, and it wasn't even that expensive. Come on guys, just drop Van 1's contents into this room here, Van 2's content upstairs in the lounge area, and Van 3's contents in the back room here." Mr. Manson rattled off directions to around ten burly and hairy men standing dumbly in the foyer of the house.
"Oh, sweetie pie, the neighbors from down the street are coming for lunch tomorrow. They've got a son who's just your age." Mrs. Manson told Sam, a big smile on her well made up face.
"That should be… uh … fun." Sam said, a fake smile on her face, which, thankfully, her mother didn't notice.
"Great! Wear something nice, baby, your stuff should be in your room already, Samantha, but I'll have Theresa go check just in case." Mrs. Manson then turned to Theresa and rattled off her directions.
Sam turned around and walked to the back of the first floor, and up a set of creaky stairs that spiraled up for so long, Sam thought about going back down, until the steps got shorter, and they ended at the ceiling.
"What the heck?" Sam said, groaning in annoyance, "Have I been duped, what kind of- hey, what's this?"
She pushed up on a creaky board, and a trap door swung open, letting in brilliant pools of yellow sunshine.
"Whoa! It leads to the top of the house. Way cool!" Sam exclaimed, grinning, and climbing up to the top.
She glanced around and saw a little bench with an inscription carved into the seat.
"Yesterday I dared to struggle. Today I dare to win. – Bernadette Devlin" Sam read aloud, "Wow, cool."
"Samantha! Come down, let's see what you'll wear tomorrow for the luncheon." Mrs. Manson yelled up the stairs.
"Alright!" Sam said amiably.
'Wow. Well, this house is cool, and the town seems fine, I get to meet a kid from school tomorrow- doesn't seem too bad. I might even like this move.'
O.o.O.o.O
Well, what did y'all think? I actually really like this idea! This story is going to be a sort of "love-hate" thing, where Danny and Sam hate each other at first, but then start falling in love with each other.
Well, reviews please! --Callie