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A/N: The Prologue chapter, which reveals how Kitty got to live in Amity Park in the first place. Please review after reading, I don't even mind it it's just flames! (Though of course encouraging comments are more warmly appreciated.)

So, without further ado, here's the prologue to "Thirteen- An Unlucky Number"!

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Prologue

I stared out of the window. Fields and trees were moving along there, but I did not care for it the least. My mother had told me how wonderful the town we were moving to was, but it was absolutely no use. I did not want to move from my old friends, nor to a new High School where I would have to cope with new kids, and, worst of all, with new teachers.

The journey from Harrisburg had been quite good, despite the heavy rain that seemed to follow us around since the very hour we left Harrisburg. Even now, the panes of our car were splattered with rain so one could scarcely see said trees and fields (and the shrubs that had joined them in the meantime).

I looked around in the van, where the rest of my family was assembled. Well, actually, the rest of our family means my mother, Elaine Cannon, and my cat, Pewter, a sleek black cat with yellow eyes. My father was steering the van, a pretty old vehicle in this ugly mustard colour that always reminded me of bogeys. The car had probably seen the civil war, or worse, the Roman Empire (okay, they did not have cars back then, but you get my point). My mother meanwhile sat huddled in her seat, her head propped against the window pane, behind rain was still falling, reminding me of some sort of consistent mist now. Pewter sat dozing on her lap, her ears twitching slightly.

Did I mention that I love cats? The day we picked up Pewter in our backyard was the happiest day in my whole life. I honestly don't know how I could survive without my lovely little cat by now, even though the day we picked her up, she resembled a rake much more than an actual cat. The thought of the people who tossed this loveable creature away like litter makes me sick even to today.

Anyway, here I am, trailing off again. Well, my mother had given up the idea of convincing me into liking out new house when we passed out city borders, and started to read, until she fell asleep, which was, if I'm not too mistaken, two hours ago. Oh the joys of a long journey, really. Since I refused to talk to anyone, it was quite equal to me whether Mom was awake or not. Dad was busy enough to not interrupt my thoughts.

"Welcome to Amity Park." We passed a sign telling the number of inhabitants and a broad smiling face. I hated the new town even more because of this, and slumped back in my seat. Wondering why they did not put the sign to "Welcome to Amity Park/Now leaving the town", seeing that I still believed that the town was only a speck in the landscape. For heaven's sake, it was not even registered in my school atlas!

Pewter opened one of her bright eyes, yawned and stretched, and then finally jumped down to the seat and went over to me. Thinking that she probably wanted to have a cuddle or a snack, I shoved her aside, not really being in any mood to have a cuddle. Pewter hissed at me, and then stalked away briskly, her tail high up in the air. She'd probably hate me, but I was not in any mood for cute things now.

Mom opened her eyes; I could not shake off the feeling that she had just been pretending to been sleeping to avoid my stare.

"Hi, Mom." I responded, really much to tired and cold to muster up much more than that.

My Mom is this really peppy kind of person, the kind you'd think to live on coffee. The truth is, I have never seen my mother with a coffee mug in my whole life. When Dad has his morning dose of caffeine, Mom always seems to have something rather important to do; preferable far away from the place my father is then. I even saw her hang out the laundry, even though she'd done this the day before already.

Anyhow, even my mother seemed tired, though a bit more awake than I. I began considering the fact that she'd actually slept instead of pretending to do so.

"Kitty," she asked, "Are we there yet?"

"We just passed the city borders, Mom." I felt the promise I'd given myself being washed away. I'd said that I wouldn't speak a word to anyone for the remainder of the journey. Luckily, Mom did not make a comment a bout this, and turned to the window again.

Pewter had reappeared and snuggled into her lap again, having nothing but a hiss left form me. I guess this is what happens when you act like an ignorant, ill-mooded teenager and shove off your own pet.

"Great that you want to talk to us again, Kitty." Mom said. Oh great, now we're into this notheless. "I really missed your company." Mom began stroking Pewter's head softly.

"I think Pewter does not like me anymore," I said, not as a respond, but as a desperate try to start a conversation. Everything was better than staring out of the window, where the first small building s had by now turned into houses, with trees and bushes around them.

"Welcome to our new home, Elaine, Catherina." my father suddenly said. I was fairly surprised to hear him talk, considering he had not said a word since we left Harrisburg. Well, there was not much to talk about, seeing that it was mainly my mother that talked away on me. He, as opposed to my mother, had gotten the message: Kitty does not want to be disturbed when sulking. But now, since I had said the first word, he seemed to assume he was allowed to talk again.

I forgot to tell: my complete name is Catherina Ann-Marie Lianna Cannon, but no-one ever called me this, mainly because you needed to take a break halfway through the name in order not to collapse on the floor. I'm seventeen, and I've spent roughly about 15 years at Harrisburg, Virginia. When I was little, we lived much further north; in a town so small they could not even afford a name (yeah, some similarities to Amity Park here). I don't think I liked it there, but since I was only one-year-old back then, I can't really remember. Good for the town, I guess, less people complaining about it. After that, we went to Harrisburg, where I spent my elementary and most of my high School years…

But I never wanted to leave Harrisburg. The day I was told we would be moving to this little forlorn town called Amity Park, I felt like someone slipping a bucket full of ice-cold water down my spine. Seriously, parting from my friends and the rest of my family, my aunt and their daughter, was the hardest thing for me since jumping down ten meters from the highest diving board with everyone watching by.

That was now three weeks ago, and thirteen hours ago, I had last seen my old house, now deserted and lifeless, namely when I got into the van, Pewter on my arm. The cat had spent the first two hours of the journey on my arm, digging her claws into it every time we passed a truck, which made me flinch.

We were now moving towards the centre of the town, where one high building stood next to the other. Small houses snuggled into what was left of free space and not yet occupied by streets or neatly cut lawn, complete with a tree and a patch of bushes in front of each house.

It was quite late in the afternoon, nearly evening, and except for a few really old people walking their dogs, no one was to be seen at all. Exactly what you'd picture a town called Amity Park to be like on a gloomy, rainy afternoon like this.

As we pulled up the main street, the rain stopped, and the sun appeared on a sky that looked as though someone had polished it while it was raining. The sun and the fact that we would be home (even though I had only seen the house once by now) soon, made me cheer up a bit. This poor town or the weather could do nothing about the fact my Mom (who worked as a journalist for some rather big magazine) had to move due to a move of the production of the magazine, and drag her family with her.

Finally, we reached our new house. It was quite old, judging by the ancient walls and the mustard-coloured curtains (which, I was sure, would go well with our van, which was of exactly the same colour).

The rain had already become worse than ever, after this short pause it seemed to think we had had enough sun for a day. The panes of the car window were so splattered that I could scarcely see the gravel driveway of our new house. I guess back then I thought that everything was better than being out in this rainstorm, and when my father finally pulled up the driveway and then opened the van's doors, I was the first one to jump out, despite the heavy rain.

Everything we needed had been brought here already, though the mover seemed to have forgotten about the curtains, since I could see the old musty ones from here, and that's saying something, with the heavy rain reminiscent of mist around us. The last night we'd spent in our old house had been one with only broken sleep, since we had to use our old sleeping bags, and at least mine was two sizes to small for me, and I had to sleep with my head on the bare floor.

When we all went up to the front door though, it was some magic Moment to me. My Dad opened the door and flicked on the lights at once. This Moment, the house felt more like a home of some sort to me than on the whole journey to here or the long weeks of waiting after I'd been told about the moving plans.

Pewter immediately ran for the kitchen, while I headed for the stairs that led up to the second floor.

And there it was, painted in a somehow revolting spinach-green colour. I began to wonder whether the former owners of our house had some very affection for food. The door looked even more peculiar in the light of one sole, naked bulb high up on the ceiling, which was, oh great surprise, the colour of gruel… gruel that had been left to care for itself for more than a week. I took my off this sight and put my hand on the brass doorknob.

My room.

My room- actually it was just the middle one of three bedrooms, all located in the upper floor. One, the biggest, was my parent's, the middle one belonged to me, and the third and smallest was reserved for guests. When Mom told me about his, I could not help but wonder whether we would ever get to have guests of some sort. Other than my aunt Abigail and her daughter Penelope, or, as I call her, Puppy, I mean.

Sorry, trailed of again…

My room was fairly big for only being the middle one of three. There was a sill for me to sit on and spy on bypassing people- not that I actually wanted to do such a thing, mind you- and a bookshelf taking up the complete space on the wall opposite the door.

I would have no problems sorting my books, seeing that this shelf had room for about fifty books and I only had half as many. The old owner s of the house maybe had no taste in colouring, but this was one of the good sides of the house I guess.

My bed stood on the wall opposite the huge window, and my desk was settled opposite the bookshelf. Of course I had not yet had the opportunity to hang up all of my favourite posters, which were stuffed into a cardboard box that stood safely tucked away in our van, waiting to be unpacked. I could wait until I could finally put all posters up, most of which showed my favourite rock/pop singer, Elvis Presley.

I opened the door of my huge wardrobe standing right next to the desk. It was nearly empty, and I had not much choice concerning my clothes. I mentally sighed.

Wonder how long I was gonna be able to withstand all of this.

A/N: I hope you all liked this sneak peek into Kitty's world. If you find some spelling mistakes or places where I mixed things up (double-proffreading does not always make sure you catch up with everything), let me know vie a review!

Until then,

Jamcub