These is me secound story and this one is much easier to write that the other one since Sam is blind in that one...

Sam: Why'd you make me blind?

Me: Because I'm the author!

Sam: That's no fair!

Me: Don't worry. You are fine in this one! .

Sam: !

Me: On with the story! By the way I don't own Danny Phantom.

Well, just to be blunt, life sucks. I mean, my only two friends in the world blew me off for girls in our sophomore year at Casper High.

Well, while Danny and Tucker were out having fun my life took a turn for the worst. My mom and grandma left me and Dad and never came back, and after few months he started beating me. And not the small light slap. I mean beating, punching and kicking and slapping and throwing and all that good stuff that makes you sore in the morning.

That was a year ago. Now in my third year of high school and I haven't even talked with Tucker or Danny in over six months. Well, how about I take you with me on my life journey? Well to bad! You're reading it so stop you're whining. I'll start with the fourth day of school.

As I walked into the crowed halls full of laughter and screaming I was filled with disgust.

'How can these people be so happy in this hell whole?' I thought. I walked to my locker and put away my things and was starting to get out my books for geography when I heard someone call my name.

"Sam? Is that you?" a boy with raven-black hair asked.

"No, I'm a talking bat. Who're you?" I asked.

"Sam it's me! Danny!" Danny said.

Whoa! Danny really changed. I mean he still had that shaggy hair cut and same cute baby blue eyes, but he was now towering a head over me. And was now ripped! Must have been from the ghost hunting.

Did I mention that those two didn't even call me for ghost hunting! Some friends they were huh!

"Oh, yeah. How's it been going?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing really. How 'bout-"

"Danny! Who you talking to?" a African-American boy asked.

OMG! That's Tucker! He still had his red beret and black glasses, but he was ripped to and also a head taller than me to. I'm starting to get scared of about how I looked if was still ghost hunting. Gross!

"Hey Tuck!" I said. He looked confused at first, gosh he's still slow, but a smile came to his face. I must look different too if these two didn't recognize me. I had changed my clothing style. Now I wear dark skinny jeans with a long sleeve black shirt, you know to cover my bruises, and my hair was longer. Almost to the middle of my back.

"Sam! I haven't seen you in like-"

"Over a year." I said with raised eyebrows.

The two of them just looked at each other with guiltful eyes.

"It's okay guys. You had your own lives to." Although you threw me out of it fast, I thought.

"Yeah, but it's still not right. I mean you're are best friend." Danny said.

"Yeah, what he said!" Tucker said pointing at Danny.

"Whatever." I said as I walked away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the hurt look on their faces, but I really didn't care. They weren't there for me when I needed them so they're not really my friends.

The rest of the day went by in blur. Classes seemed short and easy and I was alone to read my novel. The only thing that spoiled my mood was the last bell of the day which told me I had to go back to my hell whole of a home.

As I closed my locker Danny and Tucker came up to me.

"Hey, Sam! Want to hang out with us today." Danny asked.

I was a little, no, really surprised. "Why?" I asked, "Don't you have girlfriends who would rather hang out with you?" Again I saw the hurt in both of their eyes.

"No, as of three minutes ago we both are single." they both said with cheesy grins on their faces.

I thought about it for a minute. It might be nice to go out with them and not listen to my dad. Oh shoot my dad! Today was the day dad said he wanted to relief stress from work. Which meant more beating. My body was still blue and purple from the last beating, but I still had to go so he would go 'easy' on me.

"Nah, thank you the offer though, but I have plans." I said as I started to walk away.

"Wait! Sam!" Danny said as he grabbed my shoulder.

I tiny scream of pain escaped my lips as my book bag dropped to the floor. Danny immediately dropped his hand and looked at me. The shoulder he had grabbed had fallen victim to my dad's fury last night and was still very sore.

I turned and looked at them, their eyes were full of concern, mine full of fear. I turned back around and started running with my bag in tow towards my house probably leaving them with the thought "what the hell?"

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