This is my first D.P. fan fiction, so I hope you all like it! I do not own D.P. O.C.'s are mine. This is before Phantom Planet, by the way, if people get confused. I totally forgot how Vlad became mayor, but I like how Tucker ended up to become Amity Park's youngest mayor ever. Enjoy

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Susan drove up the long, gravel drive way to a mansion just outside a city called Amity Park. It was defiantly different from Flint, Michigan. This would be her first time to anywhere outside of the state for business. The only reason she was driving this far was because of the teenage misfit, siting next to her in the passenger seat.

Marcy was only fifteen, and already she's experienced more than Susan. Marcy Clopper was taken away from her teenage mother at the age of eight, and for the last seven years she's been through foster care; in and out of homes with abusive guardians and horrible schools. Susan wondered why anyone wanted to adopted a teenager who grew up in Flint. Susan cased that idea out of her head when she remembered that she didn't grow up in the best part of the woods in Detroit.

Marcy watched the trees from her window, she didn't care where she was going anymore, it wasn't like anyone cared, other than Susan; if Marcy ran away; she'd be the first one to the scene. She looked in the rearview mirror; her ruby red hair fell down in waves behind her and covered one of her dark blue eyes. The bandana her mother had given her hung around her neck. Marcy didn't care for her mother since she let CPS take her away. The bandana was her dad's who died from a drug overdose from an actual legal drug.

"It won't be all bad, look on the bright side, its better then a crummy apartment in downtown Flint," Susan shrugged. The person who adopted Marcy was the mayor of this town, Vlad Masters. Susan was baffled by the thought. Susan cared for Marcy like a pet cat. Give her her basic needs and let her do what she wants. Susan didn't know how Marcy would react to any different lifestyle.

"Been there, done that, really want to go back," Marcy batted her eyes at Susan.

"You know I can't do that," she looked to the end of the drive way, looking up to the sky to see the top of the mansion. It was huge, not only was the home of the mayor of the town, but a billionaire too. Looked like another Cinderella story to Susan. "Don't even think of running away, I will kick your ass," Susan pointed out as Marcy stepped out of the rented mini van.

Marcy went straight to the trunk and popped it open. Marcy learned early on to never carry around useless junk like cards or gifts or friends, for that matter. To her, the world was just another jerk making her life a living hell. She pulled out her trunk and took in the house.

It was big, she'd have to hand it to the owner, but the location could've been better. Surrounded by dark forest wasn't Marcy way of the perfect destination.

Susan put her hands on her hips, breathing in the freshest air in her life. She waved Marcy along, and they stepped up the steps to the door. Susan pulled on the knocker then looked at Marcy. "Is that what you're wearing?" she asked.

Marcy looked down at herself; she was wearing her faded skinny jeans with a band T-shirt. Marcy shrugged, "Obviously," she muttered as the door opened.

In the door frame was a man in his late forties, early fifties. His hair was gray with a white stripe; he wore a black fitted suite and stood proudly. "Welcome, ah you must be Marceline," Marcy cringed as he said her full name.

"Marcy is fine," she said. Susan began to chitchat with the man as the three of them walked into the house. Marcy gasped, the place was huge, and this was only the foyer. She spun in a circle to take it all in. Marble staircase, porcelain walls, green and gold carpet. Glass cases full of football gear. Marcy knew it, he was a Chesse Head.

"You're a Packers fan, aren't you," she asked.

The man nodded. Susan finally got up the courage to introduce Vlad and Marcy. "Marcy, this is Vlad Masters, Vlad…this is your new daughter," Susan outreached her hand to Marcy.

Vlad and Marcy exchanged smiles, she didn't want her new father to pick up on her rebellious nature, at least not until the deal was set.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Marceline. Ah, you noticed all my Green Bay Pakers memorabilia,"

"Yeah, I saw the Super Bowl this year. I predicted that they would win,"

Vlad seemed pleased with Marcy's comment. "Are you a Parkers fan?"

"I'm a Wolverine, but Green Bay is cool," Marcy slung her bag over her shoulder.

Vlad's smile disappeared. Susan reacted horribly to the small situation, "What can you say? She loves Ann Arbor," Susan was about to have a nervous break down right here, just like the last time.

Susan was horrible with tension, anything remotely close to something near that would break her.

"Uh," Marcy said quickly, "Why don't we take a tour," Susan relaxed again.

"Sure," Vlad began up the staircase. Marcy took one last glimpse around the huge room. She wasn't the type of girl to be in a mansion, wearing party dresses or drinking cocktails, or going to banquets for the mayor. But for just a moment Marcy thought about the future, something she swore she'd never do. And for that moment, she thought she could get used to the place.

Thank you all for reading, please review! :)