hey look a rewrite
Alright, some things to remember:
This is a rewrite of my original Danielle of the World. I will be taking down the story after I hit chapter 5, so y'all have a limited time to read it- but don't actually do that, please don't read it.
It's set in 2017. I do not want to do the math for ages n' shit and I don't actually remember anything from the 2000's, we'll stick with things I know.
I swear a lot.
Lots of filler. No seriously, like most of the things I put in here could be summarized easily in less than 500 words (ew where's the fun in that)
Most of the story will be OCs and ghosts that had been confirmed to be workin' for Vlad, along with those who don't. Mostly, it's just about discovery and friendship and other fun stuff.
Updates will be slow. It's not that I have a problem with writing, it's just that I'll open a document, write, like, a paragraph and say "fuck it" and leave.
And uh, Danielle of the World, I hope will have at least 1k words per chapter, unless it's an AN in which I will feel bad.
Danielle sat in the chair. Plastic seats were lined up against the wall, with yellows, reds, blues, greens and - oh wow how do you even pronounce that? Sh-are-truse? Chartreuse? Yeah, that's it. It was quite an ugly color for a chair, if she had to be honest. Her contrasting purple-red bag placed on top of the color wasn't very inviting. Well, she could always move it to the other side of her, but that would just land it on the table of magazines and even with her limited knowledge of the world, even she knew that, as a guest, it wouldn't be courteous to dump your own things over others.
Well, she wasn't exactly a guest. She had been caught shoplifting at a nearby local store. Her sweatshirt was getting a bunch of holes in it and one of the strings was sucked into itself from her pulling on it when she was nervous but was afraid she would get it permanently stuck if she tried to phase it through.
A green hoodie, a bright pastel that wasn't the shade of her ghost form's eyes but pretty damn close (besides, what are the odds of getting something the exact shade of your eyes?). Before anyone could understand what was going on, she was already taking off toward the exit. But with her luck, someone was bound to stop and her - and they did. Some buff guy who's name is probably Brad or Chet stopped her, claiming that she needed to come with him and to stop trying to put the hoodie on because it's too late to try that.
Danielle had screwed up. She knew she should have used her powers to get away somehow, but after an hour of debating whether looking suspicious from her escape or just staying there, she ran out of time and was led into a police car, where they dropped her off at a juvenile facility. She had to sign her name on a sign-in page, stating her name and her parents phone number. Danielle, of course, wrote down "Dani" and put a frowny-face where everything else should be. A woman that smelled like cat pee at the receptionist counter told her that she'd be in there shortly.
So that's how Danielle ended up reading some weird fashion magazines and staring at the gray walls in a small room with only one mirrored window, a video camera pointed straight at her and no escape.
A woman walked in from the door, the receptionist from outside, holding a clipboard a pen. Her graying brown hair was up in a neat bun and her grayish high heels complemented her white pant suit. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes. Danielle was almost sure this woman was from the Guys in White. At least the smell of cat pee had lessened.
The woman took Danielle's bag and dumped it to the seat next to herself and looked at Dani. "Hi, my name is Priscilla. You're Dani?"
Danielle nodded. Priscilla wrote something down. "Where ya' from, honey?" she fiddled with the pen.
"Amity park," Danielle replied. She really wished she had chosen a fake city, but it was too late to take back her choice.
"Oh, like the one with the ghost boy? Uh, what's his name, Danny Phantom?" Danielle nodded again. There was a slight pause as Priscilla reviewed the next question.
"Alright then, what's your parent's phone-number?" Priscilla didn't look up. She didn't have to to understand that the question wasn't a good one. "Alright, do you at least know a phone number of a friend?" No. "An orphanage?" No. "Any phone line other than 911?" Well, she knew Vlad's (why he had taught her, she would never know); and there was Danny's- wait, I don't remember it now. I'll have to ask next time I'm in town. Of course she wasn't going to say either, so no. Priscilla sighed.
"Well if you don't have any living relatives, you will be placed in foster care." Oh no. Danielle had heard the horror stories of children getting in and out of foster care their entire lives and never living it to the fullest and becoming killers and- stop thinking about that, you'll be alright. Priscilla took the bag of Danielle's belongings (if you can call some stolen money and clothes "belongings") and waltzed out of the room, despite the halfa's protests. She sat back, fuming. First, she had to live at some weird family's house, then they take her stuff (which she stole; she really had to point that out today, didn't she)? That's just rude.
Whatever. Danielle just curled up on the very uncomfortable chairs, spanning three of them, and tried to get some rest. Of course, when that didn't work, she tried it on the floor. No, it was hella cold down there (was the air conditioning coming directly under the floor?). Under the chairs? Perfect. No light could penetrate her ready-made fortress. She took off her sweatshirt and draped it over her, then deciding to put it under her because she was still on the floor and it was still cold there. No seriously, if she had to guess it would be about 30 degrees fahrenheit - well it was an exaggeration, but what did she know? Oh, she could already feel the mucus forming in her eyelids. Fun.
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When Danielle was shook awake, her involuntary groans indicated that it had been less than a full night's of sleep. Well, it couldn't have been a night - wasn't it like, nine when she was caught? Oh god, and what day was it? Like, Saturday? That seemed like the most plausible to her. Or was it Friday? She did buy some food, like some bread or something, on a Friday, and it seems like it would've been today… okay, now she was confused.
Warbling, like ones you'd hear in a peanuts cartoon which gradually gave way to an actual voice (after, of course, a couple of shakes of the shoulder and more groans.)
"We've found a nice home for ya'," she said. Wait, who was she again? Something with a 'p-' Parker? Peyton? Uhh… oh yeah, Priscilla. Sounded like 'princess,' that's how she'd remember.
Oh, she was still talking. "It's got a nice couple, with two girls of their own," the sweatshirt was pulled from under her, along with a grunt of force. Damn, the floor was still cold. "April and Elisa, I think." Danielle opened her eyes and let them adjust to the light. "They won't be going' to your school, but I'm sure you'll make friends."
Danielle squinted at the light, high off the ground. Why can't those things be turned off when a girl wakes up? "What time is it?" she asked slowly.
A couple seconds and came, "About twelve-thirty-six, I would say. Well, my watch is always fast, so we'll see." Danielle crawled out from the chairs, cringing when she saw the big smile on Priscilla's face. Why is she so happy?
"We should be leaving soon," Priscilla declared, rolling up the sweatshirt and tossing it lightly into Danielle's face. She didn't even flinch when it hit her, blinding her once again. Blissful darkness. "Oh, the Dwyers are already calling in! We should go,"
Danielle was lead from the vacant room to a nicely-furnished cop car- little ornaments swinging from the mirror, pink covering the steering wheel, even a rainbow sticker stuck on the passenger seat window. How this was even up to code, she would probably never know.
Priscilla was singing songs that sounded like the ones you'd sing when you're high or something, when Danielle grew bored. She watched out the window, seeing a sign that claimed "Ride City - Water gun world capital" kind of a crap capital, if you ask me.
Finally, Danielle was sick of Priscilla's happiness, since she was afraid her happiness would affect her dark mood (one she'd hoped would keep up). "What are you so happy about?" Danielle asked, pretending the saliva that left her mouth was acid, burning away the car and hopefully stopping this madness.
"While you were asleep, I found out I won the lottery for twenty whole dollars!" Priscilla hummed over the music. She tapped her fingers on the wheel in anticipation for the next lyrics. Is she getting paid enough? "That could pay for a week's worth of cat food!" Oh.
"Just how many cats do you own?" Danielle eyed her suspiciously.
"I don't know. Okay, so there's Meowzers, Mittens, Snowball-" wow, um, note to self: never ask a cat lady how many cats she has. Danielle tuned her out, favoring the passing details.
An amusement park, tall building that didn't look like it belonged because of it's height, ooooh, a nice little antique shop she'd have to go to later. If she's already in town, why not enjoy herself a bit- I mean, it's not like he's watching her every move. There's got to be some weak spots.
Whatever. Vlad shouldn't be on your mind right now. In this moment, you have to worry whether or not you'll be going to school or not. Oh wait no please, I don't know any of the subjects and I don't know if people will like me- she'd have to work on her excuse.
Oh wait, the car has stopped. "We're here," Priscilla claimed, turning off the radio and getting out. She opened the door for Danielle, letting her step out. Last chance to run, she thought. It was almost as if the world was mocking her. Ha, putting her in stupid situations like this that the world knew she could get out of, but refused on the behalf of Vlad knowing where she was hiding this time. Stupid world.
A white, neat house was nestled in the suburbs. Shelby Road, right? Ah, it was probably something else ending in -lby. Are there other words ending with -lby? Like, Houselby? Okay no. More research is required. A giant willow tree hung down, most of it's strongest branches only as high up as Danielle herself.
"This is the place," Priscilla said, flipping her hair. "Don't worry, this place is good. They've got some of the best cookies in town, I would say." Danielle liked the sound of cookies.
"The best you say?" Danielle challenged. "Even better than my super-duper, uh, sugar coated honey-baked chocolate nuts?" Priscilla rolled her eyes.
"Alright, I better not see you back at the station," she said, pushing her sunglasses back up. "Unless, of course, it's to say hi,"
"Maybe you can call me, bring one of your cats to the station,"
"I've already had five banned, I don't want to be demoted or anything."
"Five cats?"
"Oh yeah, weren't you listening? I've got a ton- like, two different Beethovens."
"Point taken."
Oh no, they were walking towards the house now. Priscilla led Danielle to the front door, briskly knocking on it. A woman, somewhere in her late forties, answered. Her dark brown hair and eyes contrasted to her light blue sweater.
"Hey, it's Priscilla- from the station?" Ah, the woman's eyes lit up in recognition. "This is Danielle."
"Oh hi, Danielle," The woman said loudly. "I'm Max, and Dylan get in here now!" A man with sand-blonde hair and blue eyes, Dylan, I'm guessing, walked next to Max. "Introduce yourself!" Max urged.
"Uh, hi- what's her name?" Dylan whispered to Max.
"Hi, my name's Danielle, but you can call me Dani- with an 'i.'"
"Oh, right!" Dylan hit his head in realization. "Hi Dani, I'm Dylan. Our kids are inside right now if you'd like to meet them."
Dani looked expectantly at Priscilla. Priscilla shrugged. "Go on, you'll have fun," she claimed. She turned to Max and Dylan. "Well, I'll be off. Just call if you need anything."
Danielle watched Priscilla drive off, leaving skid marks behind. Was she driving that recklessly before?
And with that, Danielle was led by a man and a woman, one she'd known for about a minute, into their house.
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I'm feeling really hyped for this. It's over 2k words, which is something I can say I've only ever one in a one shot.
Gotta give thanks to my main man Al, who helped me with dialogue n' shit but didn't really helped out with anything else so thanks?
So uh, if you enjoyed review or something idc if you do or don't. Criticism is a big part of any writer's, well, writing ability so if you have anything, anything at all, tell me and I will make sure to take your feedback into consideration. Or you could flame it, I still wouldn't care.