I'm laying on my bed, listening to music and doing my homework. The phone rings. I answer it.
"Hello?" I ask
"Hey, it's Dan."
"Oh! Hi, Danny! What's up?"
"Um, listen, it's a nice day out. So, wanna take a walk with me?"
"That sounds cool. I'll see you in a little bit."
"Awesome. I'll pick you up outside your house in twenty minutes."
"Cool. See ya then." I hang up. "Perfect."

The year is 2006. My name is Sam Manson and I'm 15 years old. I live in the city of Amity Park, it's in Colorado. I really like this guy, Danny Fenton. He's really sweet and nice and all that junk. I hope that he likes me back.

So, Danny and I are walking to the park. Our arms are linked and I'm blushing like crazy. The cold December wind is blowing through my hair. We're both silent the whole walk there. After I start a conversation with him, Danny grabs my hand and stops me in my tracks.
"Danny, what's wrong?" I ask
"I have to tell you something, right here and now."
This is it. I thought.
"Okay..."
"Sam, I lo—" I jumped up, throwing my arms around him and kissing him. He blushed when I stopped.
"Wow," he says. I giggle.
"I've been waiting a long time to do that." I say as I make a circle with my foot.
"And I've always wanted to do this." He cups my face in his hands and brings it closer to his. Danny kisses me passionately. I put my arms around his waist as he takes me to cloud nine.

Later, while we were walking—and holding hands—there was a flash of light. Danny pulled me away from it and we tried to get away. The next thing we knew, everything was different. I couldn't understand any of the signs; my t-shirt and jeans became a long dress; and nothing looked familiar. I quickly bought a newspaper and showed it to Danny. It read "15 June, 1942. Distributed in Munich, Germany." We were somehow sent back in time. But first, I needed to know if any of my family was around. I asked a random person if she knew if any Mansons lived nearby. There was. I grabbed Danny's hand and ran off towards the location that the woman had told me. When we got there, I knocked on the door. My mom opened it.
"Samantha!" my mother yelled, "Get in here! And what are you doing with that boy?! You're not allowed to interact with him!" I waved goodbye as I went inside. Mom shooed Danny away.
"Mama!" I cried. I said "Mom", but "Mama" came out. Weird much.
"I'm sorry kinderla, but he's not even supposed to be in this neighborhood."
"But I love him! Doesn't that count for anything?"
"You're fifteen years old. You do not know what the meaning of the word "love" is."
"But I do!" I ran up to my room and cried my eyes out.
Why can't I see Danny? I wondered.

There was a knock at my door. It was Dad.
"Papa?" There it is again. "What are you doing home?" I pondered. He was supposed to be at the shop now.
"The Nazis issued a decree that Jewish folks aren't allowed to own shops anymore. So I had to close down the store."
"How awful. I loved that store!" I replied
"I know you did." He sighs. Then he puts his hand on my shoulder. "Your mother told me about earlier."
"Oh, so now you're on her side?" I crossed my arms and turned away from him.
"Samantha," He sat down on my bed. Then he puts his hand on my shoulder. "We're only doing this to protect you."
"Well, you're doing a lousy job." I brush his hand away.
He sighs again. "I brought you some new books. I know how much you love to read."
"Can't I watch TV?" I whined
"What is TV?" he asks me
"Television, Papa."
"Ah, yes." Pause. "What's television?"
That's right. TV hasn't been invented yet.
"Never mind, Papa. When may I see Daniel again?"
"We just went through with this. You can't. You're not allowed. If the Nazis catch you, you'll be killed."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, punta shnaim, we'll be okay." He kisses my head.
I smiled at my father.
"I just hope things don't get any worse than they already are."
Papa chuckles. "You and me both." He says, stroking my long, black hair.

Kinderla- darling

Punta Shnaim- pretty face