Disclaimer I do not own Danny Phantom
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Danny Fenton looked out his window and at the new town his family would now call home. Being only ten, his mother felt the need to unpack for him while he went outside with hopes of making new friends.
"Just remember to be yourself and try not to get into trouble." His mother called as he ran out the door.
Amity Park had a lot to offer for a new kid in town. It had a burger joint, and arcade, a water park, and even a park with swings. Now he just had to find a few kids to play with. As he walked past the park's swings he noticed a group of kids playing football. He ran over and waited on the sidelines until the tall blonde boy scored a touch down.
"Hey can I play?" Danny asked in a timid voice.
The kids stopped celebrating the touch down and turned to Danny. The tall blonde boy, who was the biggest of the kids, walked up to Danny and stood face to face with him. The other boys soon followed forming a loose circle around Danny and the other boy.
"Hey, I've never seen you around here before. What's your name?" Danny was asked by the tall boy.
"I'm D-Danny." He stuttered. "I just moved here."
The boys around them started to laugh and whisper amongst themselves.
"Well new kid I can't let you play with us then. You see we have a rule. No new kids can play with us unless they can beat one of us in chicken." The boy said with a grin.
"What's chicken?" Danny asked causing the boys around them to burst out laughing.
A boy with glasses and a red beret stepped forward and looked at the tall blonde boy as if asking for permission to speak. After receiving a not the boy explained.
"I'm Tucker Foley. Everyone calls me Tucker. The big guy's Dash. Anyways, chicken is a fight were two people stand on cement blocks and try to knock their opponent off their block. The last one remaining on their block is the winner."
Tucker stepped back into his place in the circle and Dash stood across from Danny again.
"Ok new kid, you want to play with us you'll have to prove you're as tough as us. You pick the guy you want to fight and if you win we'll let you play. Sound fair?" He asked Danny.
Danny nodded in agreement scanning the group of boys for some one he would at least stand a chance pf beating. Dash was at least a foot taller and thirty pounds heavier than he was. Not the best choice. Next to Dash stands Tucker. Maybe him, but he could be stronger than he looks if he was able to beat Dash or any of the other boys… Wait a minute. In the back was a small boy with a purple hat and jet black hair.
"Him." Danny said pointing to the boy in the hat.
The group started to laugh as the boy stepped forward but Dash held out his arm.
"You can't fight Sam. Sam's a -"
"Dash you said he could pick any one. After all I'm one of the guys. It's only fair." He said cutting Dash off.
"Ok Sam. If you think you can take him, but don't come crying to me if you get hurt."