Hello everyone, vividfantasy7 here.
As many people asked, I managed a try at a sequel of "What it feels like…" that I hope you'll enjoy, but you shall be warned, you've just released a dangerous beast. There'll be slow progress at first, then drama and angst and all that jazz. Bc I dig it. Oh, and fluff. I dog that too.
I greatly encourage critics, ideas and reviews all together. And a BETA or two, if possible.
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is copyrighted to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon (and I'm so not writing this down in any other chapters, bear with it)
Chapter 1 – Start of a new school year
A shrill ringing crept through the dark room. Something fumbled under the blankets of the queen-sized bed that was placed against the wall of the spacious dark colored room, and finally a hand emerged from under the wool material and battered around until it successfully hit the alarm clock standing on the night stand on the right between the bed and the curtained window. At the stop of the offending sound the hand retreated to the warmth of the blankets in which it was hiding only to be rudely pushed out again a few minutes later when a loud sound disturbed the lump under the blanket again. The hand hit the alarm clock repeatedly but noted sadly that the voice did not stop.
After a few more agonizing moments, and DHT's 'Magic Melody', the lump managed to find an exit from the sheets and wobbled toward the origin of the sound. Tired eyes scanned the surrounding objects until they settled on a black cell phone. It got switched off quickly, only a few moments saving it from being crashed to bits by a well aimed throw at the opposing wall.
Switching the light in the bathroom, Samantha Manson looked blearily at herself in the mirror and sighed as she noticed the circles under her eyes. What kind of idiot organized a 'Welcome to the new school year' party for kids before the first day of said school year? No, she didn't meant the parties thrown by students that went on all the previous week, the last one being on Saturday as everyone agreed it would be better to sober up till the first day of the year, but the party thrown, by whatever firm owner or other, for the kids of the important part of social life (though what was so important about the spoiled brats, she'll never knew) with the 'celebration' starting at 9 pm and ending at who-knows-when the next day. She was glad to be able to persuade her parents to leave around midnight, that meant she crawled into her bed at 00:53 approximately and was rudely awakened at 06:00 by her alarm clock and at 06:03 by cell phone later on.
The bell rang loudly signaling the start of the first period. Sam looked out the window as the last remaining students stormed into the classroom and went for the still available seats. She also noted sadly that the seat behind her was taken, as well as the one beside it, if the immediate chatter was any indication. At least they weren't one of the cheerleaders, or girls for that matter, so may be she could avoid the squeals, swoons and what not they usually emitted during each and every of their conversations. She tuned out their conversation in favor for Mr. Lancer, their homeroom teacher, as the class went on, than tuning out said teacher in favor of more entertaining thoughts.
She scribbled absent mindedly into her notebook as she went over the happenings of her summer vacation; the usual trip to Europe with her parents, that for her relief included a trip to one of the small East-European countries' wine festival, named after the small town lying beside the lake that became one of the symbols of that country. Now, not to misunderstand, she did not frequent the festival for the purpose of wine, more like the few people she met there a few years back when god-knows-how, she ended up alone there, (her parents only realizing a good 6 hours later she was not with them).
She met up a few rather spectacular people; Shin, a girl with a slight gothic attitude crying 'I hate life' and 'I want to die' while advertising some sort of postcards with a sickeningly huge grin attached to her face and Anne, an overly bright and painfully optimistic girl, as later turned out, who basically had a laughing fit why trying to help advertising. Least to say, she had an interesting few hours as they swept her into mindless chatting about anything that came to mind at the moment. As Sam was still in her 'gothic' period back than she mostly sported things along Shin's opinion, to what the Anne only smirked and rolled her eyes. As Shin and she later learned the girl they thought the same, or less, their age was actually their seniors with a few years, and at her comment that they will more than likely grow out this 'gothic', as it was mainly part of their teenage rebellion, they only sorted with a "Yeah, whatever".
And right she was; during the first semester of her 10th grade, her rebellion and gothic/dark views faded, not all, but enough that she started to wear more colorful clothes, listened to other music genres beside alternative rock and heavy metal (dance and house winning way into her favor), in movie genres now sci-fi and crime was just as usual as horror, and same went for books. Her black walls turned into violet, albeit still a dark shade, color and her furniture had a more sophisticated touch to it.
The fact that they exchanged mail addresses before her parents dragged Sam away and ever since than they kept in touch, as well as spending a few days every summer together, was more than likely the actual origin of said changes, or even at the least a strong pusher of them.
The sudden ring of the bell pulled Sam back from her reverie. She took a moment to note the things that were scrambled on to the blackboard and another at her notes. She sighed happily seeing that she copied everything while she was in 'another world'.
Lunch time came decidedly quickly. After first period, supposed English class, came another 3; history, two math class and her afternoon only contained one more physics class. Decidedly a good day so far Sam reasoned as she took a seat with her vegetarian sandwich, as not even her Hungarian friends could do against that one though she had to admit that she had gotten to drink milk, at the only free table still available plugged her dark earphones in and set her ipod to random.
Oh the bliss of tranquility the black head sighed contentedly as she bit into her lunch. She was so occupied with her meal and music that the sudden company didn't occur to her until someone tapped gently on her shoulder.
Started by the sudden motion she turned in her seat yanking the plugs from her ears with her left hand, her right still securely around her meal, and faced the person intruding on her lunch. Or people more accurately, as there were two suicide voluntaries standing before her at the moment. She recognized them immediately, Tucker Foley, short black hair under the red cap and dark eyes she noted, a techno geek and often aim of many jokes from the football team. Beside him, with his hand still on her shoulder, Danny Fenton, previous techno geek's best friend and usual victim of practical jokes of the football team as well.
Her eyes wandered from the hand touching her to icy blue eyes, and she felt a shiver as the dark haired boy kept staring back into her violet eyes. She tore her gaze away and moved away from his touch, it made her feel uncomfortable and she most certainly didn't like it. After a moment one of the boys cleared his throat and she was pulled back from her thoughts again.
"Mind if we sit here?" the Fenton boy asked at her raised eyebrow and she took a moment to glance around the room and note that all the tables were occupied, not leaving space for two people two sit. She sighed and motioned for them to take a seat. Tucker quickly sat at the seat diagonal from, leaving Danny to sit either across from or beside her. After a few moments of contemplations he sat across her.
Sam put away her ipod, as much as she would like to go back to listening to music her education about etiquette was firmer and the rule about music and company played a monotonous song in her head at the moment. She looked at her half eaten sandwich and was glad she'd soon finish it. She dared a glance toward her companions and she almost choked.
Basically the idea of other people consuming meat and other foods that before hand breathed, ate and altogether had a pulse was not a nice idea but she could live with it as long as they didn't try to push it down her throat. Danny Fenton's lunch of hamburger and fries fit into that category but that wasn't her problem either. It had more to do with Tucker Foley's… lunch. To just think of it as a meal made shivers running marathons up and down her spine and she felt her stomach make an unpleasant turn. She could not describe it, it was just too, too… she couldn't describe it. There were at least three different types of meats put on the boy's plate, seemingly rare or medium rare with sauce and ketchup poured onto it. She shuddered. Visibly, more than likely and with a rather expressive face if the glare Tucker threw at her and Danny's failing attempt at trying to hide his laughing behind a coughing fit, was any indication, that is.
"How can you eat that?" the violet eyed girl asked dumbfounded after a few moment of staring contest from the boy. He stabbed his right arm into Danny's ribs unceremoniously all the while not breaking eye contact with her.
"How can you eat that?" he gestured toward her vegetarian sandwich. Her eyes flared at the question and the two started into a verbal debate about the importance of healthy food consumption, or more importantly; whether meat had a role in that. This went on for the next 10 minutes when Danny clapped his hand around Tuckers mouth, after numerous attempts to break up their banter, and informed them there was only three minutes left from lunch break. This gotten Sam and Tucker quiet and eating, but their glaring contest was far from over.
After an agonizingly long and boring physics lesson, they started off where they left. Sam was dead set on introducing the healthy prospects of consuming vegetables to Tucker, while he was near the point where he wanted to pummel down a good portion of meat into the vegetarian girl to show the pros of eating things that have calories. Meanwhile Danny walked beside them with his hand his pockets, with either an amused smirk or a coughing fit.
Sam didn't even realize they were in the bus stop until her bus came and the boys departed with a respective grunt of "narrow-minded vegetarians" and a still laughing "see you tomorrow" thrown in her direction before they were gone. Today wasn't a bad day she thought as she sat into an empty seat, ipod already fished out and turned on, she let the music wash her thoughts away as she watched the scenery go by absentmindedly, not half bad.
end of chapter one *_* Review!