Summary- Ever wonder why Sam was different from everyone in her 'family'? Her 'mom' is preppy, high voiced, red hair, green eyes. Her 'father', is preppy, stern, blonde hair blue eyes. While Sam, has a low voice, and is depressed, gothic, and dark. Instead of red or blonde hair, she has purple-black and instead of blue or green eyes she has dark lavender of a color. They say she takes after her grandma, Ida, but is it true? Is Sam's richen filled, all-you-can-ever-want life, what's it all cracked up to be? Does she have another secret than her being in love with her best friend?

Chapter 1

Counseling

Samantha Manson sat in Mrs. Terria's counseling office. Shifting uncomfortably, she watched the short, stout, lady place a clipboard on her knee.

Mrs. Terria stood about 4'9 high. Her skin had a tint to it, indicating she had sun tanned and quite beautiful when it was done. She had wavy brown hair that flowed over her shoulders and down to her elbows. She wore a light purple, fluffy blouse and tight white khakis. Even though Samantha did not approve it ever being on her body, due to the colors, she still thought the outfit symbolized her happiness. Mrs. Terria cleared her throat, a signal that the session has officially started, and grabbed a pen that had been packed neatly behind her ear. "How are you today?" she asked in a bright voice. The voice made Samantha flinch and by accident and instinct she shuddered back into the couch. Obviously, Mrs. Terria had seen and reached over and patted her hand, in result she brought on another flinch. "Samantha?" she asked uncertainly.

"It's Sam." Samantha mumbled.

"What?" Mrs. Terria asked confused.

Samantha looked at her for the first time, her eyes showing the years of pain and despair she had gone through. "You called me Samantha," she explained, "I go by Sam now," she stated. Her voice stayed the same tone through the whole explanation just like any other session she had here. "Me and this group." she paused looking down at her lap, "We've been hanging out for some time now, so they just started calling me Sam instead of Samantha"

"Did they say why they weren't calling you Samantha?" She asked writing down everything Sam had said.

"Well, there's Tucker Foley, we call him Tuck sometimes, and other times its just Tucker. There's Jasmine Fenton, she's Tucker's girlfriend, and we call her Jazz. Then there's Daniel Fenton, he's the one that asked me to start hanging out with them and he's Jazz's little brother. Everyone calls him Danny." She sighed something about Danny that reminds her of '…no no…don't think about him!' She scolded herself, 'It'll just bring the waterworks!' "So I guess I'm one of the guys now." She replied slowly while watching the little hand travel slowly around the clock.

"Looking at the clock won't make out time go by any faster, Samantha." She paused "Have you had any nightmares lately?"

Samantha, I mean Sam, remained silent and stared at the clock.

"Samantha? Have you had any nightmares lately?" Mrs. Terria asked again.

Sam took a deep breath, "I'm not going to answer. Cause my name, for now on, is Sam, ok?"

"Fine, Sam has you-"

"Yes. I'm sure Pamela told you all about my little 'episode' last night." Sam clipped slightly raising her voice.

"Pamela, is your mother, right?" Mrs. Terria asked really confused, Sam nodded her head "Then why did you-"

"She's not my biological mother!" Sam blurted out really angry and she didn't even know why. Something really cold…and slightly familiar touched her arm. She jumped up and rubbed her arm. 'No, no, no, no! This cannot happen again! Not now! Dan, stop it!' I pleaded silently rubbing furiously at my arm trying to get the tingling to stop.

"Sam, what is wrong?" Mrs. Terria sounded real concerned.

Sam looked at the couch, Mrs. Terria, then at her arm. She took a deep breath and sat back down in her seat. "In my folder," she started in a low voice. "It says the Manson's are my parents. It says that I'm from New York. It says my name is Samantha Elizabeth Manson." Mrs. Terria was writing everything down on her clipboard, not taking her eyes off Sam. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but they aren't true." Mrs. Terria stopped writing and cocked her head to the side, silently asking to explain. "My name is Nicole Liz Freeman. I've never met my Dad. My Mom is still trying to get us back, or at least that's what I hope she's doing. Oh yea, it also says I'm an only child. I have an older brother, Jason Lee Freeman. We were separated when I was eleven, and he was thirteen. I've never even been to New York, I'm from Oregon. I've been bumped from foster home to the next for the past six years. Three of them changed my name from Nicole to Natasha, and then the next named me, Annabel. It went from that to Samantha Elizabeth Manson." She paused letting it sink in then gathering her next words correctly. "My brother, we called him Jase for short, whenever I was around five, he started saying that my name was too long for some people. So we stayed up all night thinking about the best nickname. Finally, the next morning he was getting dressed, just jumped and said 'Nikki! That's what we'll call you! It's short, but still has sounds of Nicole in it!' we laughed and told our grandparents about it! They liked it as did everyone else." She smiled slightly and sighed.

"You miss your bother, huh?" Mrs. Terria asked breaking her streak of silence.

Sam nodded slowly "They said they wouldn't separate us. Ever. No matter what came, they wouldn't separate a family." A tear silently rolled down her cheek, which she wiped away roughly. "Are we-?"

The timer went off, just as she was about to ask if they were almost done. Mrs. Terria clicked it off silently "We'll continue next week, same time." She concluded pulling out Sam's folder.

Said girl nodded her head, stood, and left the room, 'Why did I just do that? What did I do?'

"Samantha are we done?" a female high-like voice asked, making Sam cringe.

"Yes Mom," she answered walking with the woman that had addressed her. Pamela Manson was a foster parent; more specifically, she was Sam's foster parent. She had bright green eyes and fire red hair in a nice bun. She was wearing a Pepto-Bismol pink dress that cut off at her ankles. It had a pale pink sash going around the waist. To top it all off she had a bow here and flower there and so on.

"Same time next week, I presume?" she asked walking out into the cool afternoon breeze and towards the limo waiting for both of them.

"Yes Mom," Sam answered again. She glanced around, feeling a familiar presence, "Hey mom?" Pamela turned and looked at her 'daughter'. "Can I walk home? So I can catch up with some friends." She said smiling one of her rare smiles.

Mrs. Manson weighed the decisions then nodded "Yes, just be back by 10:30 tonight; you have school, you know." She cautioned and got into the back seat then the limo drove off.

Sam started walking towards the presence she felt. It was something she used to feel around Da…her ex-boyfriend, warm, but still so cold. Then as she turned the corner was a familiar face. "Hey Danny," she said giddily. "What are you doing on this side of town?"

Danny Fenton was one of the best people you could ever know. He was clumsy; shy, funny, sweet, and totally an all around guy. There was only three things about him that ticked Sam off completely, one he reminded her way too much of her ex-boyfriend. Everything about him, his name, hair, eyes, and personality-except her Danny was livelier, brave, and had less blushy-moments. The second, was because he reminded her so much of him, she found him attractive. She hasn't found anyone cute, hot, or sexy ever since him. Then out of the blue she finds him so hot and attractive, she felt like she was betraying him in a way. The last was because he always went by the 'Best-Friends-rule-book' meaning he won't go out with her. Not that she wanted him to, or maybe she did, she just didn't know it yet. "Hey Sam," he answered falling in-step with her, "just hanging around. What about you?" he asked smiling his sweet, pear-white, straight teeth, "why did you come out of that Counseling Institute? Are you alright?"

Sam smiled a small smile back up at him "I'm fine," lie, "My mom thinks that there's something wrong 'cause I woke up last night screaming, so she booked me a counseling trip," lie, "plus she wanted to get a manicure." True. "Where's Tucker?" They stopped at an intersection. "I would think if you were walking around this neighborhood you'd have Tucker with you."

Danny sighed "He's on a date with Jazz," he said quietly. "They didn't even tell me they were going out. Can you believe that?"

Sam fought her hardest not to smile or laugh "No," she squeaked out, "I can't. Shocking right?" a small giggled escaped her.

He turned and stared at her for a moment "You knew, didn't you?" he accused narrowing his eyes.

She finally burst out laughing "Yea!" she laughed out "I'm sorry, you just look so cute when you said that." She managed out laughing at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked blushing a little at her comment.

"They asked me not to, Danny. I mean, how do you think I would feel if you dated my sister?" Sam asked leaning against the building behind them.

"You don't have a sister," he pointed out leaning beside her.

"Hypothetically," she answered back smiling

"I would feel a little scared about your reaction," he confessed, "but still it wouldn't be up to you to make our actions. You could get all huffy and puffy but you still couldn't make us break up." He continued, "But that still wouldn't give us an excuse to keep it from you, Sam. How would you feel?" he asked her question back at her.

She hesitated "Um…I would be a little pissed, but like you said I wouldn't be able to break you guys up!" she smiled evilly "Unless I try to steal you, then I could defiantly!"

He laughed "You wouldn't have to try very hard," he mumbled. Sam blushed, 'He so is not helping!' "How come you were screaming last night?" he changed the subject to one Sam would've really like to avoid. "I don't want to be worrying about you at night."

Sam smiled sheepishly "Danny…you don't have to worry about me."

"Yes, I do Sam," he retorted back as they made their way to the other side of the intersection.

Sam felt like time had froze and she stopped mid-step. First, things went black, and then she heard someone, a female? No a male, calling her name. She tried to respond, but then his face appeared. He said the same things as he use to during their little 'playtimes'. He left and she couldn't move and everything went back to the black that haunted her dreams.

Hey! Sorry it took me so long! My internet went down for some odd reason! My other fic "Fear" should be updated as well sometime today!