I do not own Danny Phantom or any other characters from the show. Please review. More chapters to be added. This is my first story, let me know what you think.


Hello, my name is Samantha Manson, but I like to just be called Sam. Here are a few basic things about me: I am an ultra-recyclo vegetarian, a senior, a goth, I have black hair, amethyst eyes, I protest for what I believe in, and I absolutely despise my parents right now. Don't get me wrong, I love them because they are my parents and all, but they have decided that our family should move. I know it sounds harsh for me to hate them because of something so petty like that, but they are moving me the summer before senior year. I'm being taken from my penthouse in New York, to some town called Amity Park. What kind of lame town is called Amity Park?

My parents and I have never really gotten along. They don't approve of my dark outlook on life and would much rather me some frilly little bubble gum pop princess. I wish they would adopt or have another child. That way that poor unfortunate soul could wear that despicable color. Plus, it would get my parents off my back. They would finally have someone who would be their perfect ideal kid because I'll never be who they want. The only one in my family who accepts me for just the person I am, is my grandma. She doesn't think I should be taken from the place I have called home for all of my life either, but there isn't much she can do.


I just arrived to Amity Park about an hour ago. The flight here wasn't all that bad but I am not a big fan of airports. There are way too many people for my comfort. Crowded places with noisy people is way out of my comfort zone. My parents purchased a mansion and paid for our things to be sent and unpacked a day before our arrival. I probably should have mentioned earlier that my family is kinda wealthy. I didn't mention it before because I am not the type of girl to care about money. There is a way more to a person than how much money is in their bank account. We had a car pick us up from the airport and take us to our new home.

Half an hour later we were at the new house. Now if you ask me it was way too big for the four of us. It has seven bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a theatre/ bowling alley, a dining room large enough to accommodate at least thirty people, a den, a sitting room, an attic, a living room, three offices, a basement, an attic, and a large indoor pool with a spa. Way too much for just four people. My parents, unlike me, like to show off.


It's been a week since the dreadful move and I have barely left my room. My parents keep bugging me about going out and making new friends so I won't be alone when school starts in September. I much rather listen to my rock music and write stories for the next three months. They don't understand why I loathe socializing so much. My grandma finally convinced me to go down to the beach. How did an old lady convince a goth to go into the broad daylight when said goth hates the sun, you may ask? Well she bribed me with upcoming Warped Tour tickets. Damn, that woman knows me well.

So the next Saturday I took my perfectly restored black 65' Mustang and took the forty five minute drive to the beach. I listened to music and just kept saying "You are doing this for the tickets," over and over again. Eventually I made it to the beach. Even I would have to admit, it was a beautiful sight. In my earlier teenage days I would wear a lavender one piece suit with a cape and hat to block out the sun; nowadays I wear a black bikini laced with a lavender outline. It's much more revealing than what I used to wear, but I have grown into my body and am completely unashamed of it. I grabbed my beach umbrella, bag, and towel out of my car and headed for the sand.

I found a nice spot not that far away from where I parked and laid out my stuff. After setting everything out, I sat down and admired the view. I decided to take out my sketch book and began to draw out the scene in front of me. I started doodling the water and eventually started to add in people and dogs. After I finished the picture I decided to go for a dip in the water. It was actually a very nice day out, the water wasn't too cold and the wind wasn't too bad. I stayed in the water for about fifteen minutes before heading back to my spot and started to read my copy of Edgar Allan Poe's entire collection. I was halfway into The Raven before I heard shouting.

"Look out!" someone yelled.

I turned around just in time to see a football flying at me.

"Shit," I mumbled before the ball hit me in the head and everything went black.