"Are you sure it's up here?" Danny asked for possibly the millionth time. I struggled to not roll my eyes at him. "Yes, Danny, I'm sure. "
He frowned and little and pushed open the lid of an old trunk. It coughed out some dust making us turn away in a coughing fit. Danny waved the dust away, struggling to catch his breath. "Jeeze, when is the last time they cleaned this place?"
I sneezed a few times and gagged, "I don't know. Mom always uses this place to store things she doesn't like. Out of sight out of mind."
"Well she needs to get her mind to it, this place is a mess." Danny's head and shoulders disappeared in the chest, rummaging through old quilts and family photos. I returned my attention to an old dresser, trying not to gag at its princess pink coat and hand painted daisies.
The first drawer was filled with old clothes. Some of which were so horrifying I questioned what type of sane person would dare wear such a frilly design. I rummaged through the clothes as quickly as I could. Pulling out random shirts, dresses, and a few skirts. All of which were so bright I was almost blinded by them.
The second drawer wasn't as bad. It actually had a few black shirts folded neatly in its space.
The third drawer was empty, its bottom coated in a thin layer of dust with some cobwebs decorating its internal corners.
Groaning, I moved my inspection to the shelf hidden in the dark corner of the attic. The books weren't much better than the dresser and chest.
I flipped through some of the pages, but discovered nothing to my interest. I tossed the book onto a nearby table that had also been ransacked for some information.
For the first time, I began to question my choice. Did I really want to find out more about my parents?
Despite what I have said in the past, I honestly did love them. They were my parents after all. Sure, they were the complete opposite of me; usually trying to control my interests with their happy-go-lucky attitude towards life.
But they were still my parents. Right?
My mind drifted back to the early morning events that led to me and Danny searching the house top to bottom for evidence of my birth.
...
Danny, Tucker and I had just wasted another day at Casper High. I wouldn't' have minded it as much, it beats having to spend the day running from my mom's pink monstrosities. But Tucker and I were sent to detention for covering for Danny, again.
I know he has a job to do and I always try my best to help, but lately it has been getting out of hand.
Especially, since we have an important assignment to do on the 5th. Mr. Lancer wanted us to write a three page report on our family history.
Where did we come from. Who was a famous person in our family and why did we think they were. So and so forth. It's a major part of our grade. If we fail, we fail the class and none of us wanted that.
"Hey guys, I need some help with my report," Danny was the first to speak up. "I have no idea what to write. My family hasn't done anything except hunt for the paranormal!"
"Dude, what's the big deal?" Tucker might have been playing on his PDA, but he was still listening to Danny complain.
That just made Danny explode, "The 'big deal', Tucker, is if word gets out that that's all my family does, I'll be a walking freak show until graduation!"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Danny, it's not that big of a deal."
"Says you!" He shouted, "I envy you, Sam. You're parents are normal. Rich, but normal."
"Speaking of which," Tucker pulled his eyes away from the bright screen. "Hey, Sam, were you adopted?"
"Wait. What?" He wasn't serious right? No, he was dead serious. Tucker was looking me straight in the eye and I could actually sense his curiosity.
It was one of my 'gifts' as my Grandma called them. I could sense other's emotions. Some call it a gift, I call it a curse. It's hard walking around school and feeling A-Lister's disgusted emotions all aimed at you, especially that witch, Paulina.
"No, I wasn't adopted. Why do you ask?" I had to resist kicking him in the shin.
The techno-geek shrugged, "Just wondering." This actually caught Danny's attention ,too.
"You know he does have a point."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, think about it, Sam." He said, "I've seen your parents and to be honest they don't look anything like you."
"So, I get my looks from my grandma." I denied, folding my arms.
"That's just the thing; I don't see any resemblance with her, either."
I tried to laugh it off. "So, you think they adopted me? Are you kidding?"
Their straight faces proved they weren't and that's what scared me.
I snorted and rolled my eyes again. "Guys, seriously, they're my real parents. I know we don't normally see eye to eye, but they are. Don't you think if they adopted me they would have told me by now?"
It sounded logical in my head, but sadly not to them.
"Maybe, but you guys have always had a tough relationship," That was true. They were my polar opposites. I liked dark, secluded areas. While my parents both enjoyed being social butterflies and they always tried to drag me out with them.
"I could be wrong." Danny continued when he saw my sour look. "I mean, it's just that Tucker and I have noticed this for awhile and well… We're just curious."
I lost it.
"Okay, you know what, if you guys are so worried why don't we go find my baby photos. Will that satisfy you?"
Tucker snickered and threw in his two cents, "Only if Danny gets to see baby Sammy's cute, wittle butt."
I didn't hesitate stomp on his foot. I love my combat boots.
"Ow! You guys are abusive!"
…
So now here we are searching through my dirty attic. Tucker couldn't join us because he wanted to finish his project early. Jerk…
He did that on purpose.
"Um…Sam…?"
I looked up at the call of my name. Danny was suddenly pale in the face and was looking into an old, worn and torn book. "What is it, Danny?"
He glanced at me, and my stomach fell to my feet. Gulping, I forced my legs to move.
The picture I saw took my breath away. It was a picture of a beautiful woman. Her dark purple hair was kinked in odd places and her moon washed skin was coated in sweat. Yet, despite those details she was still pretty.
Her matching purple eyes were staring down at a child with the same skin color and odd green hair. The baby was folded into a peach blanket, eyes closed, tiny fists curled near its chubby face.
At the bottom of the picture, written in navy blue ink, read: Raven and Garfield's first baby, Sammy.
I froze and tried to figure out a better explanation for this, but nothing came to mind.
Danny turned the ancient page. The second picture was of the same baby, only a few months older. She was crawling towards a man with green skin, hair and eyes. The man had his arms wide open and was grinning, revealing a set of fangs.
Danny turned the page again.
It was the little baby again, only she was older, probably only 1. But unlike the first two pictures we saw, her hair was jet black and held in pig tails. She was seated in my mom's lap, with Dad's arm wrapped around her shoulder, holding a pink rattle to the baby.
I wanted to cry.
At the bottom of the picture read: Sammy's new family.
It was like a big slap across the face. A punch in the gut. It was like someone had spit on me and told me I was nothing.
I knew me and my parents didn't have that much of a connection, but I only assumed it was just because I didn't want to be controlled. I was trying to prove my independence towards them. To explain that I wasn't going to be what they wanted me to be. I was going to be my own person.
I was wrong.
After searching through the book, I realized that Danny and Tucker were right to question my family. Why it took me so long to figure this out, I have no idea. I might have just been in denial, but to be honest, I wasn't that shocked.
Deep down inside, I somehow knew we were different. Whether it was personality wise or physically, I just knew. But, I simply turned a blind eye, and tried to ignore it.
I, Samantha Mason, am not the daughter of Jeremy and Pamela Mason.
I am the daughter of Raven and Beast boy of the Teen Titans.
And I am going to have a long talk with my parents about this…
AN: Please don't' kill me! *Dodges an arrow* This idea has been bugging me for weeks! I was looking at a local Danny Phantom wiki since I'm too lazy to watch the entire series again and I saw that Sam doesn't look like her parents at all. I tried finding a picture of her grandma, but there wasn't one, sadly. Anyways, I hope you like it. This is the first time I've ever wrote a POV! R&R PLEASE!