Chapter 1: Too Busy Ghost Hunting
JUST SO YOU KNOW THE GIRL IN THIS STORY IS ME! ---------------- Danny Fenton walked down the school hall with his friends. "Dude did you hear about the new girl?" asked Sam. Danny looked at her with interest. "She's as clumsy as you Danny," added Tucker. Danny frowned. "It's not my fault I suddenly turn invisible!" he said. "There she is!" hissed Sam. Danny blinked as a blonde girl walked by. She smiled at him and suddenly her book dropped. Danny gaped. "Guys!" he whispered and shoved his friends over. "I think..." he never finished because soon Dash showed up. Danny groaned. "Fenton!" Dash shouted. Danny took a step back. "What!" he moaned. "That new girl rejected me!" Dash replied with fury. Danny shrugged. "Why is that my problem?" Dash raised with hands away from his face. "She says she takes a fancy to you. I saw her smile at you. She likes you ALOT." He growled and walked away after shoving his hand in Danny's chest.
Danny stood there stunned. His friends did the same. Finally when he could talk again he continued to his friends. "I think she's just like Me." he breathed. Sam coughed. "Well, we'll find out soon. She's in your biology class. By the way, do you like her?" she said. Danny shrugged. "I don't know her." He gulped. "Biology is next isn't it?" he said starting down the hall again. Secretly in his mind he was excited. A girl liked him. Him! A perhaps normal girl liked him! He was a little scared at the same time.
He walked into biology class with butterflies. He looked around for the girl. He found her by her blonde hair. She saw him and he quickly looked away, but he knew he was smiling. He couldn't help it. He sat at his desk with his friends. In the corner of his eye he saw the girl was walking toward him. He started panicking. He couldn't talk to a...a girl! What if his arm was to disappear or something? He looked at Sam for help.
"Hey...um..." Sam started. "Mary. It's my name if that was what you were wondering." The girl said. Her cheeks turned pink and she laughed a little. Danny noticed she had a note. "I'm Sam." Sam said. Danny was grateful that he didn't have to do the talking. Mary nodded. "Who are your friends...Sam?" she said. She turned redder. Danny could tell she didn't like it. "This is Danny and this is Tucker." Sam introduced. She winked at Danny. "Hi..." Danny managed. Tucker was busy doing something else. "Hi, Danny." Danny didn't think she could go any redder but he was wrong. He noticed she hid her arms behind her back. After what seemed like sometime she took one arm out and pressed it on Danny's desk. She slid it up a little then lifted her hand and rather fast, left and went to her desk. Danny slowly took the note and looked at Sam. She nodded looking really excited. "At lunch." She whispered. Danny stuffed the note in his pocket.
Finally lunch came and Danny tried more than anything to avoid looking in Mary's eyes. He sort of knew what the note would say. "She hardly knows me." he told his friends. "Who cares? Open the note!" Sam said anxiously. Danny took the crumple note out of his pocket and slowly, oh so slowly opened the note. Mary had really neat writing, he observed. He really wanted to read it but was scared. Finally he looked around to see if anyone was looking and read it under the table.
"Hey. I know I don't know your name yet but I just moved here. When I first saw you, I knew I liked you. I liked you a lot. I hope we can get to know each other a bit. Man this is hard to write. I really hope you aren't a jerk like Dash or whatever his name is. Write back!"
Danny was surprised. He would have never had been brave enough to do something like this. Mary seemed nice, so maybe he'd give it a shot. But what if she learned his secret. He forgot about what he saw earlier, when she dropped her book.
Sam and Tucker read it and thought it was so cool. "Write back Danny!" Sam said. He would, when he got home. He made sure his not wouldn't fall out on the floor for the rest of the day. Mary didn't look at him as much as he didn't look at her.
When he got home he hurried away into his room. He took a blank sheet of paper and began to write.
JUST SO YOU KNOW THE GIRL IN THIS STORY IS ME! ---------------- Danny Fenton walked down the school hall with his friends. "Dude did you hear about the new girl?" asked Sam. Danny looked at her with interest. "She's as clumsy as you Danny," added Tucker. Danny frowned. "It's not my fault I suddenly turn invisible!" he said. "There she is!" hissed Sam. Danny blinked as a blonde girl walked by. She smiled at him and suddenly her book dropped. Danny gaped. "Guys!" he whispered and shoved his friends over. "I think..." he never finished because soon Dash showed up. Danny groaned. "Fenton!" Dash shouted. Danny took a step back. "What!" he moaned. "That new girl rejected me!" Dash replied with fury. Danny shrugged. "Why is that my problem?" Dash raised with hands away from his face. "She says she takes a fancy to you. I saw her smile at you. She likes you ALOT." He growled and walked away after shoving his hand in Danny's chest.
Danny stood there stunned. His friends did the same. Finally when he could talk again he continued to his friends. "I think she's just like Me." he breathed. Sam coughed. "Well, we'll find out soon. She's in your biology class. By the way, do you like her?" she said. Danny shrugged. "I don't know her." He gulped. "Biology is next isn't it?" he said starting down the hall again. Secretly in his mind he was excited. A girl liked him. Him! A perhaps normal girl liked him! He was a little scared at the same time.
He walked into biology class with butterflies. He looked around for the girl. He found her by her blonde hair. She saw him and he quickly looked away, but he knew he was smiling. He couldn't help it. He sat at his desk with his friends. In the corner of his eye he saw the girl was walking toward him. He started panicking. He couldn't talk to a...a girl! What if his arm was to disappear or something? He looked at Sam for help.
"Hey...um..." Sam started. "Mary. It's my name if that was what you were wondering." The girl said. Her cheeks turned pink and she laughed a little. Danny noticed she had a note. "I'm Sam." Sam said. Danny was grateful that he didn't have to do the talking. Mary nodded. "Who are your friends...Sam?" she said. She turned redder. Danny could tell she didn't like it. "This is Danny and this is Tucker." Sam introduced. She winked at Danny. "Hi..." Danny managed. Tucker was busy doing something else. "Hi, Danny." Danny didn't think she could go any redder but he was wrong. He noticed she hid her arms behind her back. After what seemed like sometime she took one arm out and pressed it on Danny's desk. She slid it up a little then lifted her hand and rather fast, left and went to her desk. Danny slowly took the note and looked at Sam. She nodded looking really excited. "At lunch." She whispered. Danny stuffed the note in his pocket.
Finally lunch came and Danny tried more than anything to avoid looking in Mary's eyes. He sort of knew what the note would say. "She hardly knows me." he told his friends. "Who cares? Open the note!" Sam said anxiously. Danny took the crumple note out of his pocket and slowly, oh so slowly opened the note. Mary had really neat writing, he observed. He really wanted to read it but was scared. Finally he looked around to see if anyone was looking and read it under the table.
"Hey. I know I don't know your name yet but I just moved here. When I first saw you, I knew I liked you. I liked you a lot. I hope we can get to know each other a bit. Man this is hard to write. I really hope you aren't a jerk like Dash or whatever his name is. Write back!"
Danny was surprised. He would have never had been brave enough to do something like this. Mary seemed nice, so maybe he'd give it a shot. But what if she learned his secret. He forgot about what he saw earlier, when she dropped her book.
Sam and Tucker read it and thought it was so cool. "Write back Danny!" Sam said. He would, when he got home. He made sure his not wouldn't fall out on the floor for the rest of the day. Mary didn't look at him as much as he didn't look at her.
When he got home he hurried away into his room. He took a blank sheet of paper and began to write.