AN: Unfortunately I do not own Danny Phantom or any of the other characters in the story. The lucky and talented Butch Hartman does. DON'T RUB IT IN! R&R!

First Fan Fiction, no flames please!

Normal POV

'Thoughts'

"Dialog"

And now, on to the Story!

It was another boring day for 14 year old Danny Fenton. And now it was his least favorite class, English, Mr. Lancer's class. 'Last class until lunch Danny.'

"Mr. Fenton, is there a problem?" Danny looked up absent mindedly and answered, "No Mr. Lancer."

The rest of the class he did what he always did. Not pay any attention what so ever and doodle. He was a great artist, although he never really that that they were any good, it just gave him something to do instead of listening to Lancer. But he did put a little of his soul into some of them. And some of them, means just about all of them. Most of them were of Samantha (Sam) Manson, one of his best friends. Of course, he liked her more than a friend, but was way to shy to admit it.

The Bell rang but he was so caught up in his artwork to hear it. "Danny," he heard a voice say. Not just any voice, but Sam's voice. "Danny, the bell rang already, and what are you drawing?" "Oh...um… nothing." And with that he closed the sketchbook. "Where's Tucker?" "He got tired of waiting and left without us. Let's go, the more time I spend here the more I want to get out." "Alright Sam."

The Lunch Room

"Yo guys. What took you so long?" Tucker asked this while eating a giant burger. "Danny was drawing something again and spaced out."

"Well, well, well. The two lovebirds finally decided to come to lunch." Paullina said an annoying tone of voice. "WE'RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!"

Danny and Sam said in unison. She just walked away after that comment from the two.

The rest of the day went as usual, except that there were no ghost attacks yet. Before Danny knew it, it was the end of the day. Although he did have detention with Mr. Lancer, so it wasn't really anything to look forward to. Sam said that she was going to wait for him at his locker, and as for Tucker, he said that he was going home because of his mom making cookies or something weird like that.

Detention ended and Sam was right at his locker waiting for him. 'What has he been drawing so much?' She kept thinking this to herself until Danny walked up to her. "So, what'd Mr. Lancer make you do in there?" "Reading poetry," He showed her the book that Mr. Lancer assigned him to read. "And I have to read even more of it for homework." "Maybe you should go home and get started on it so that you won't be up all night long again." "Maybe you're right." Just then, his cell phone rang. Even though Sam wasn't really listening to the voice on the other end, she could here it loud and clear. Tucker was screaming on the other end about a ghost attack. "Or maybe I have to go save Tucker from the ghost. I'll see you later Sam. And don't worry; I won't stay up all night." With that, he ran down the hall to the exit. But when he was running he dropped something. "Danny, you dropped your sketchbook," Sam yelled. But Danny had already left. 'I shouldn't look at it. But I do want to know what he's been so caught up in. Maybe just one little peak.'

AN: YAY! A cliffhanger! Will she find the sketches of herself that Danny drew, or will she not look at all? Find out in the next chapter!