A/N: Reposted, cause I wanted to make changes. Okay so this is an AU story, it's a project I've had in the back of my head and I wanted to work on it. This is for every kid who never knew where they fit in to soceity and all the world around them, you aren't alone. I don't own Danny Phantom nor do I own the lyrics The Young Crazed Peeling by the Distillers. So enjoy.

My one heart felt too much from the start
I've seen people come and go
Living large and living low
You can build up your walls sitting on death row
Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul
You can wash it all down swallow your story
Get smacked off your head go down in drum roll glory
You won't solve it committing self inflicted crime
Go on pull the trigger this will be the last time

-The Distillers-

Moving around was never easy on a kid, especially since fitting in as a teenager was hard enough. For Samantha Manson it was nearly impossible, she'd hardly ever stayed in the same place long enough to make a real trusted friend. And even if she did it was short lived and mostly a waste of time.

At the age of sixteen Sam, as she liked to be called, had succeeded and doing absolutely nothing of what teenage girls did. She didn't have many "girl nights", she'd never be around in one town long enough to talk of the past, and she'd never had a date once in her years of existence. Just the occasional creepy kid trying to pick her up, which went greatly unappreciated anyway.

And so the sixteen year old was just so tired of the lack of stability in her life.

Said girl sighed as her parent's ridiculously unnecessary SUV pulled up to a new house. The For Sale sign was still gracing the front lawn with a large red sticker that read Sold plastered over it lopsided. To her it was just another house, it'd been a long time since Sam had a place to call home.

Her optimistic mother squealed happily, "Oh Jeremy it's beautiful." She remarked to her blonde husband who smiled back at her. "Oh Sammy isn't it wonderful?"

The raven haired teen brushed her short hair from her cheeks. She nodded, her parents had never gotten along with her, but instead of fighting them she simply refrained from most conversations. The problem with her parents was that they cared more for their reputation in the world then they did of their own child.

So the whole "black clothes" deal was not something they agreed with in the least. Sam's style was different and not as accepted into the public eye as she liked to make it seem. It was "goth" it was "evil" it was "wrong" and Sam had never heard the end of it. It didn't seem to be much of a problem to her, but her parents took whatever made them look bad to heart.

With a bored expression Sam slipped out of the car and into her new driveway. She looked up the house, clutching her backpack strap, it was big. Just like every other house they'd owned had been, the truth was her family had money. Million dollar heir money, thanks to her great grandfather who had been an inventor, probably the last Manson who ever did anything brag worthy in the family.

Her dad did own a company, which was one of the many reasons they moved around, but it wasn't all too interesting, just some scientific company. She believed it was called Axion, or something of that matter. Of which, the company had just been moved to Amity Park where her father, a very important CEO would run it from.

She was promised this would be the last place they moved to. She hoped her parents were right this time, she was tired of moving, and tired of even trying.

"Might as well become a hermit..." Sam muttered darkly as her mind skipped to making new friends, the idea itself tired her.

"What was that dear?" The perky redhead asked turning her green eyes on her daughter in an almost accusatory way.

The girl just shook her head. "Not a thing mother."

Sam followed her parents to the door and her father enthusiastically opened it to show off a newly furnished home, with all the priceless junk they'd moved in before and all the luxurious furniture her mother just always had to have. "Now Sammy your room is upstairs, it's already got your bed in there so it'll be easy to find."

With a shrug she walked up the stairs to look for the room. Several door openings later and soon Sam located her cast iron bed that stood out against the freshly painted purple walls. She lay down on her bare mattress and sighed for about the tenth time today, this time she hadn't even bothered getting the numbers or emails from her friends she'd left behind.

It wasn't worth it, you can talk all you want but if you're just not there it wasn't the same. They'd move on and forget her and make new inside jokes, things would happen that they wouldn't have time to fill her in on. It was the little things that seemed to matter the most and it was impossible to hold a connection with someone you just can't see anymore. That's just the way it went and she'd long since accepted that life went on without her.

It was the first and foremost fact of life in her book.

Sam propped her checkered backpack next to her and rolled over, she yawned in boredom, and there was nothing really to do at the moment. She could start unpacking her things, which had been there for two days waiting for her to get here. But she was much too bored to do such a mundane task. So she ventured off through the house to investigate.

She'd seen it once before, when her parents first decided to move in, and it didn't seem any more different. Except the rooms had been painted to her mother's liking, but it wasn't too much of a difference. Sam saw her father in the bright kitchen and she walked over to him timidly.

"Hey dad..."She began only loud enough to draw his attention. "Mind if I take a look around the town?" She asked.

"Yes go go." He responded without even a glance at his daughter, she shrugged used to the lack of attention, and headed out the door.

Sam stepped out onto the side walk, her heavy combat boots making a clunking sound. She looked to her left then her right; she decided to head west which seemed to be the way into town. She looked about her apathetically; it just seemed to be an ordinary town filled with more ordinary people from what she was starting to see.

All the houses were neatly lined up and spaced just right. The few people she saw seemed to be off in their own lives uncaring to who she was or where she came from. A sign plastered a top a cooperate building read: Amity Park It's Safe Here. Two smiling people painted on it seemed to be overlooking the entire town with their happy grins.

Sam found the arcade, a few eateries, and to her great amazement a gothic styled bookstore, that she figured she'd be spending her time at. She saw a crowded fast food restaurant which seemed to be a big teen attraction, which didn't surprise her at all, every town had one popular fast food meeting place for every highschooler.

Sam took another turn which led her to a park, she settled down on a bench enjoying the way the sun looked at dusk. It seemed to get cooler around this time and the sixteen year old was starting to regret that she was only wearing a tank top and a skirt. Some time must have passed since Sam had found a seat on the bench because before she knew it the sun had completely disappeared behind the horizon.

With a small grunt she pushed herself off the bench and decided she should start walking. She should get home, not that her parents would notice, but she knew it would just be for her best interest. She walked slowly back home in another direction so that she would have some more time to herself.

Finally she made her way out of the park and down an unfamiliar street, which she was sure connected back to her neighborhood. She saw the strangest house on the corner; it looked like it was a normal brick home, unless of course you look up. Settled on the roof was the funkiest addition Sam had ever seen in her life.

It was made of metal and shaped like a saucer that had satellites sticking out of it , it seemed as though a UFO made a landing on their house. In big bright neon lights Sam could see the words Fenton Works lit up and glowing fiercely.

"Wow, that's energy efficient." Sam remarked dully as she passed by the strange home. "I wonder though, what Fenton Works is."

Sam moved along quickly now, a chill ran up her spine and it felt as though she were being followed. She hated that feeling, especially in a strange neighborhood and it wasn't extremely unlikely that someone might've followed her with dark intentions at mind. She kept throwing glances over her shoulder; suddenly she wished she'd taken the route she came home.

Sam's leisure walk soon turned to speed walking, something was following her, and there was no mistaking it. She had to get home as soon as she could. A small growl erupted from behind her and she froze in her place, was it just a lost animal? She turned her head slowly only to see a bright white and green glowing creature standing behind her bearing it's teeth.

She backed stepped slowly, hoping to get away without invoking the wolf-like creature's wraith. She dragged the tip of her boots back with each step trying to make as little noise as possible, her hands were brought up to show the creature that she had nothing to harm it and wouldn't.

But as luck was never a friend of Sam Manson she tripped, over practically nothing, and found herself very defenseless on her back. The glowing animal stood above her, its green drool falling inches away from her feet as it growled in the most unholy fashion.

Her eyes went wide and she felt sick. "Uh...nice wolf?"

Sam blocked her face in the feeble attempt to shield herself from what she was expecting to be her own death. But before she felt the cold teeth bare down on her she heard a shout. She looked up to see another glowing creature, this one looked human. But in her mind she registered him as something dead.

He had sickly pale skin, dark circles under his eyes and a very tight spandex costume that showed off every detail of his body. He leapt onto the wolf and had smashed a thermos, that's right, a thermos onto its head. She half expected the animal to throw him and maul him for even trying to attack it with something so harmless.

But the container made a bright blue light and the wolf disappeared inside it. She stared as the boy floated down to the sidewalk and placed a cap on the thermos and proceeded to place the ridiculous but affective contraption onto a strap fastened to his body. He turned his head slightly to glance over his shoulder at her and she was shocked to see him.

He had bright vibrant green eyes, that she thought had too much liveliness in them to be those of the dead. He didn't like pleased to see her nor did he seem enraged by her presence.

"You've got to be more careful around here." He warned but extended a hand anyway. She looked at his open palm a saw an old singed burn in the shape of a circle right in the center.

Sam glared at him warily and pushed herself to her feet on her own, ignoring his offer of help. "Thanks, but I can handle myself." She said self righteously, not willing to ever admit that she was a damsel in distress. Because surely she could've gotten herself out of that mess if she'd had the time.

He raised an eyebrow at her and grinned. "Well not from where I'm standing."

It occurred to her that she had no idea what exactly she was dealing with, and in a way it frightened her. She didn't know what that wolf thing was and she didn't know what this boy was talking to her. An angel, a demon, a ghost, whatever he was she didn't want to confront him any longer.

"Then get lost, I've got places to be." Sam started walking away from him with heavy footsteps, no way would she admit that she couldn't control that situation.

As she made it to the corner of the street she threw a glance backward and saw the glowing boy still standing there. He wore a self satisfied grin the moment she turned her head. "You're welcome!" He called from down the street waving a silver gloved hand at her.

And whether Sam cared to admit it or not, she was grateful that he understood.

A/N Should I just kill this while I'm ahead?