A/N: Hi, everyone! Now, this is not exactly original. I just read the well-hated book, "My Best Friend Is Invisible". And I started thinking how I could improve it. Low and behold, this fic happened!

Plot: Samantha "Sammy" Jacobs is into ghosts and science fiction. Not the smartest hobby, in the opinions of her parents. They're research scientists and want her to be interested in real science.

But now Sammy's met someone who's really unreal. He's hanging around in Sammy's room, eating her food, trashing her room. Sammy can't stand it, and wants to find a way to get rid of her new best guy friend. Only problem is...the guy is hopelessly in love with Sammy! Oh, and he's invisible.

So yes, I am totally ripping off the story. And genderbending Sammy. And making Brent want to be her boyfriend instead of her best friend. And improving it. And changing things around. Still, please enjoy.

As I sat at the table, I started to wish I was invisible. It would be so much fun.

If I were invisible, I could leave the food I didn't want and no one would know where to find me. Then they couldn't pull me back to finish it. And I could just go back up to my room and finish my new book of ghost stories, preferably somewhere no one would think to look.

It was a great day dream. Samantha Jacobs, invisible girl. But don't EVER call me Samantha – I'm Sammy to everyone.

I saw a movie about someone invisible recently, but it sucked. It showed the food digesting in his stomach when he ate. Excuse me, but the food was inside someone invisible, therefore it was part of the invisible body, therefore it should've been invisible too. Gross. Then again, it was so bad it was funny.

I poked at my string beans with my fork as my parents talked. They're research scientists, and they work in a college lab. And they do stuff with light, then come home and talk about it. And talk. And talk.

Yeah, they think kids don't have something to say? Simon, who's ten, usually has something to say, but it's never that important. But me? I have a lot to say. And instead I have to sit through words that I barely understand.

I prefer science fiction to science. I like aliens, and things like that. But in my family, I might as well be an alien. Or at least from a different country. I mean, honestly, do they think what they say sounds like English?

I tried to get into the conversation. "Hey, Mom? Dad? Did you see the grade on my grammar homework?"

Yeah, that didn't work. Normal stuff never did. Mom and Dad didn't even hear. They were still talking about things that didn't make any sense to me.

I tried more drastic measures. "It seems you haven't noticed that I accidentally kicked down a hornet's nest in the garden and that I've been stung all over."

Nothing! I just wanted them to at least look at me for a moment, just so they'd noticed there was no proof of that (yeah, I was lying). But did they? Of course not.

I was so bored, and I swung my legs under the table. Suddenly, I hit something.

"Ow, quit it!" Simon whined. He glared at me. "Sammy, you did that on purpose!"

I glared at him. "I did not, you little twerp!"

He kicked me back. So what was I supposed to do? Not react? Now that kick was on purpose. But then it was Simon's kick that caused the most damage.

A plateful of spaghetti and a lot of string beans stained my jeans. My favourite jeans.

"Sammy, what did you do?" Oh, finally! My parents noticed.

"Simon kicked me and it caused me to knock my food into my lap." I said.

"I did not! And besides, you started it!" Simon protested.

Mom looked up from her chart. "It doesn't matter who started it. Simon, why don't you help your sister clean up? And then you can mop up the rest of it."

I scowled. "Mom, can't I just get changed? I'll come back and clean up in a minute." I started for the stairs.

"Stop right there, Sammy." Oh no, Dad had caught on. "I know what you're up to. You'll go up there, take forever putting some other jeans on, and by the time you come down, the mess'll be cleaned up. You clean up the spaghetti first, then you finish your dinner. And then you can get changed if you still want to."

"But Dad," I protested, "I can't sit with damp jeans all dinner! Can't I get changed once I clean up?"

At least he let me do that. It wasn't fair, though. Simon never got in trouble, even when it was his fault. It was like he's the good kid and I'm the bad kid, and that's all that matters. Simon isn't perfect. Seriously, I know he isn't. He's just organized. Abnormally organized.

Simon helped me clean up. "You're not normal, you're not normal..." I chanted quietly as I cleaned up. Luckily, he didn't hear, or he would've tattled straight off. Okay, so I blamed him for the spaghetti, but still. Simon was always a tattletale as well as abnormally organized. And he had no sense of humour. I could tell him something like "Molly and Olivia aren't BFFs any more...they never were. They're lesbians!" And he'd just look blank. Or ask what BFF stood for. Or ask why he should care. Hello, it wasn't like it was true! It was a joke!

Simon, the abnormally organized tattletale, devoid of humour.

Mom refilled my plate. With a ton of beans. Great. I dashed upstairs, changed my damp stained jeans for some clean ones, and went back down to finish dinner.

"I can't wait for Saturday." I finally said out loud, taking a forkful of spaghetti.

"How come?" Simon asked.

"That new movie about the spirit of the school is coming out."

"School spirit?" Dad said, looking up in interest. "Are you doing school spirit activites at school, Sammy? That's great."

"No, Dad, they're embarrassing." I said flatly. "And it's a movie about a ghost in a boarding school. I'm seeing it Saturday."

Dad lost interest, and finally said "I think it's a shame you're not more interested in real life science, Sammy. Fantasy is interesting, but I think the real things are stranger. You should give them a chance."

"Who says ghosts aren't real?" I demanded.

Mom spoke this time. "Sammy, that cannot be proven. We're scientists. We don't believe in ghosts."

"Just cause it can't be proven doesn't mean ghosts don't exist." I snapped. "Besides, this movie is made from eyewitnesses. Real kids were interviewed about the ghost. They all claimed they saw it."

Mom and Dad just chuckled, and then asked Simon what he was doing in school. Yeah, when I talk about my grades, they ignore me. But Simon's school life is just so fascinating.

"I'm staring my science project." Simon told them. "It's called How Fast Do We Grow? I'm going to study my growth for the next sixth months." And of course, this meant praise all around.

I rolled my eyes. "May I be excused?" I asked. "Roxanne's coming over to do math homework with me." Roxanne's my best friend. We're in sixth grade together and we are very competitive. We compete with everything, and we both love science fiction. In fact, she was coming to the new movie with me.

Finally, I went up to my room, opened the door...and gasped.

I know, that's pretty much how the first chapter went. However, this Sammy is not as dumb as the original Sammy, so things will change once Brent comes into the picture. Please review!