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Jazz was sitting at the desk outside the principal's office. As the principals assistant she had a lot of "duties" or in other word, stuff too boring to interest the principal himself. Right now she was going through the attendance sheets handed in by all the teachers. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as her eyes began to glaze over.

A girl walked into the office. She was wearing black jeans and a long sleeved black tunic with lavender embroidery running down the center. She had shoulder-length black hair and purple eyes.

The girl looked around the office shyly.

Jazz took pity on her. "Hi, I'm Jazz, the principal's assistant."

The girl walked up to Jazz's desk. "Hi, I'm Sam, Sam Manson. I'm new. I think you have my schedule."

"Oh, yes. Here it is." Jazz handed the schedule to the girl. "Hey it looks like you're in some of my brother's classes. You're a freshman, right?"

"Uh-huh"

"Well say hi to Danny for me, ok? Danny Fenton?"

The girl smiled. "OK. I've got to go though. I don't want to miss all of first period."

Jazz smiled as the girl walked away. She seemed nice.

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Mr. Barackman wanted to start banging his head against the wall. A student had asked his to explain the Pythagorean theorem again. He was just about to start his now memorized lecture on it when a girl walked into the room.

"Hi, I'm Sam Manson. I'm new."

About three or four students looked up from their desks.

"Take a seat where ever you like, Ms. Manson. I was just about to explain the Pythagorean theorem,' said Mr. Barackman, in falsely cheery tone. "For the hundredth time." He muttered as he turned back to the board.

Sam looked around. There was only one seat left next to a particularly scruffy but cute boy with black hair and blue eyes. Sam walked over and sat down.

An African-American boy with green eyes and a black beret sat behind her. "Hey pretty lady," he said. "Are you taken?"

The girl smiled without even looking over at him. "Tuck, you tried the same line with me before. Try to be original."

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you said you lived in New York!"

"I did. My parent decided to move because they thought the city was making me morbid."

The scruffy boy leaned over to them. "Tuck? You know her?"

"Yeah Danny. Ya know the biking camp my parents sent me to? Sam was there too. We hung out."

Mr. Barackman turned around with a very irritated look on his face. "Ms. Manson, if you think you have the right to ignore your first class then why don't you explain the Pythagorean theorem."

Most students would mumble something along the line of a "no" and that was what Mr. Barackman expected. Sam never did what people expected her to do.

She stood up and walked to the front of the classroom with a purposeful stride. She took the piece of chalk from Mr. Barackman. "OK." She said, taking up position as teacher. "Who doesn't get the Pythagorean theorem?" Ten hands warily rose into the air. "Ok then," said Sam, Enjoying the sense of power. "Who has a camera?" Two hands rose into the air. "Ok tuck, you're camera-boy. Take a picture of the board once I'm done and send it to the people who ask."

"Will do." Tucker said, laughing. He loved it when Sam pulled stunts like this.

Mr. Barackman stood in a corner, stunned.

"Now, everybody take notes," Sam ordered. Notebooks and pens were whipped out from every bag. "This is the Pythagorean Theorem..."

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Danny was talking to Tucker as he put his books back in his locker. "I think I actually learned something!" he said with his eyes wide. "How does she do that?"

"Magic." Said a voice behind him.

He whipped around to find Sam leaning against the locker next to his. "And a stroke of genius, of course."

"Seriously, Sam, the photos were a stroke of genius. About 30 people asked me for a copy." said Tucker.

The trio started to head off to lunch. She had already become part of the tightly knit group.

Danny had an idea. "Hey Sam, do you think you could tutor me? I need to boost my grades."

"Ummm, okay?"

"Yes!" Danny said. "Thank you!"

Dash walked right up to Danny. "Hey Fentina! Who's the new girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Hey Fenton!" Sam said to Danny. "Who's the idiot?"

Tucker nearly fell over laughing. Dash turned maroon. "I'll get you later, Fenton!"

Danny turned and smiled at Sam. She was grinning.

"Man," Tucker said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "That was good."