Hope you guys liked the first chapter. I feel pretty stupid now 'cause they day I published this I forgot to disclaim "Danny Phantom", but I guess that's all fixed since I put it in the summary. Anyways, here's the second chapter. Plz review.
~Mz. Jinky 3
Chapter 2: Did You Hear That?
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
"Ugh! Shut up already! Shut up!" I yelled at the clock sitting on my nightstand. It didn't stop screaming.
I slowly pulled the dark covers from my head and reached around the alarm clock, accidentally knocking a few items off the nightstand. When I reached the alarm clock I felt down to the cord all the way down to the plug. I unplugged the clock from the wall and sunk my arm back down to the side of the bed.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
Stupid long lasting energizer battery! I thought angrily opening my eyes to glare at the alarm clock.
I shut my eyes again and took a firm hold on the alarm clock and threw it at my door, hearing it shatter and crash then finally stop its noise.
I sighed in relief and pulled the covers back up over my head.
I sighed. That must've been the 5th alarm clock this month. Maybe the 6th …
I was almost ready to fall back asleep, almost ready to forget all about school.
"SAMMY-KINS!" then that happened, "Oh, Sammy!" I heard the door open, hearing the clock being pushed aside by it. She was walking around the room now, but I was concentrating on making sure she thought I was sleeping. "Sammy," I cringed at the nickname, "Why do you always prefer the curtains closed? It's a beautiful day; you should enjoy it while you can!"
"Enjoy what?" I mumbled to myself, "The curse that the world calls 'Sun'. That thing blinds us!"
I heard my mother opening my purple curtains, but I never opened my eyes.
I couldn't.
'Sun'was too bright.
"Sammy…" my mother called me as she sat on the edge of my bed. She was now patting my back in circular motions, I guess trying to "soothe" me. "It's time to get up. You'll be late. I don't think you'd want to be late for school."
Oh, I beg to differ.
"I'll be down in a minute, mom." I lied. I knew that if I stayed in my bed for even a second longer I couldn't get up again.
"Alright, sweetie. Breakfast is downstairs." She said simply getting off the bed.
I exhaled sharply, hating every moment of this morning. I rolled myself off the bed catching myself on my feet. My feet were a bit off balanced but I managed to walk toward the mirror. My hair stuck up all over and I found sleep marks on my face.
I took a quick shower and changed to some clothes. It was a simple black tank with a black skull sweatshirt to cover my bare arms. I had some black sweatpants with a white line streaked to the side of both my legs. I was wearing my combat boots with pride, even with my mother's many threats to throw them out. My hair was up in a ponytail being held up by my lucky green elastic. I put on my regular purple lipstick then pursed my lips together to make it full.
The math homework that I had failed to complete was still laying there on my desk. I rolled my eyes at it and sat down to finish.
I don't know why I couldn't finish it last night. It was pretty simple.
Distractions are distractions.
I stuffed my math book into my spider backpack and placing it over my shoulders.
I smelled bacon and sausage from the bottom of the stairs. I cringed in disgust at my meat loving, caviar eating family happily eating a once been pig.
"Oh, Sammy-kins! Sit down and eat something before you leave!" my mother exclaimed.
My father was half eating and half reading an article on the newspaper, barely noticing that I walked into the room.
"Yeah Sammy-kins," Jake taunted twirling a sausage around on his fork, "sit down and eat. It's delicious!" I scowled at the teenager but shook my head.
"I'd rather not. I'll have an apple. That's apple." I mocked slowly pointing to the bowl of fruit. "Something healthy."
I grabbed an apple from the basket and heard complaining from outside the dining room.
"Hey, hands off the tech! Do you want to pay for it?" said a whiny and annoying voice I've came way too familiar with.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my family.
"That's my cue! Bye!" I shouted to them as I walked towards the door to see one of my best friends, Tucker, being held by security.
I laughed at the poor geek and asked the security guard what happened.
"Mr. Foley was carrying a weapon into the manor. I politely asked him to remove the weapon from his possession but he refused." He responded.
I knew he was lying. The security guards never had a good side for Tucker.
"Politely?!" Tucker shouted, "You pulled me by the collar and took my baby away! Sam! Don't just stand there when she could be gasping for life!"
If she had life, I thought to myself.
"Michael, Tucker's PDA is not a weapon. Please let him go." I told him taking the PDA from his hands as he let Tucker fall to his feet.
Michael scowled a bit at the boy then let it go, returning to his quarters.
We walked out of the mansion and I passed Tucker the "beloved" PDA.
"What's the matter Tuck? Can't take a second away from your girlfriend?" I laughed as we walked along the sidewalk.
He rolled his eyes at me and hugged his PDA.
"She is not my girlfriend!"
"Right… and that would explain why you refer to your PDA as a 'she'?"
"I have my reasons."
"Where's Danny?" I asked him taking a bite out of my apple. Tucker was now going through the contents in his PDA but then jumped at the sound of a crash in front of us.
"Box Ghost," he said simply.
"Again? How does that guy keep escaping the ghost's zone?"
"That's what Danny wants to know…" and with that he returned to his PDA.
"Why can't you just cooperate with me and get in the thermos?" said Danny from a viewing distance where you could see both Danny Phantom and the Box Ghost fighting each other.
"Never again! That circular container can not hold me any more. I refuse to be vulnerable. Because I am the BOX GHOST! Controller of all square and box-like material!" yelled the Box Ghost.
Huh, looks more like a cylinder to me.
The halfa boringly shot the other ghost with ecto-plasmic ray and The Box Ghost fell back. Giving Danny the advantage of sucking him into the thermos.
Danny snapped the thermos shut and floated by us changing back to Danny Fenton.
"Hey, Danny." I greeted him, now walking beside him.
"Hey, Sam. Have any idea how he keeps getting out?" Danny asked.
"None."
The rest of the way to the school would've been quiet if Danny and I didn't have to constantly tell Tucker to put the sound from his PDA down.
We entered the school thankfully getting there before the bell rang. Luckily all of our lockers were right by each other this year.
I opened my spider backpack and placed a few books into my locker then also taking a few notebooks out.
"Hey, umm, Sam?" I heard from behind me. I didn't turn to meet the voice. I already knew who it was.
Elliot.
Unfortunately for him, he couldn't go back to his precious Michigan. After the whole Hungarian incident and the fact that his parents wouldn't move him back, he's been trying to be "friends" again. Ha! That's going to happen. Yep, right after I drag a bunch of abused kittens off a cliff!
He wore the same things that he always had. White attire, white hair, black pants, black shoes, all that was missing was his shades which he ditched after summer vacation.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him glaring at my open locker.
"Sam, please, how many times do I have to say that I'm sorry?" he asked me.
I pretended to think for a moment then went back to filling my locker.
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe it's because you lied to me? Maybe because you made fun of Tucker? Maybe because you pretended to like me?"
"Who said that I pretended to like you?" he replied placing his arms around my chest from behind.
I just slapped them away.
"Don't touch me." I warned him not even bothering to turn around, but knowing he got the point.
"Don't you think that this is stupid? This whole thing happened last year, Sam."
"I thought you would know by now: I hold grudges."
"Sam…"
"Just leave me alone, Elliot."
"But, Sam---"
"She said to leave her alone." Said another voice. I turned around to see Danny now facing Elliot with anger.
Elliot didn't flinch nor shrink in fear. He just smiled, winked at me, and walked away.
I rolled my eyes at this action then turned back to my locker.
"You okay?" Danny asked leaning on the locker beside mine, stopping me from seeing his face because of my locker door.
"Yeah," I sighed, "I just wish he'd stop trying. Or better yet: I wish he just never fooled me like he had before."
I saw Danny tense as I said this, but I just let it go.
"Sam…"
"What?"
"What?"
"You called me."
"No, I didn't."
"Sam…Sam…"
"What?!" I snapped at Danny now shutting my locker closed.
"I didn't say anything!" Danny defended himself placing two hands in front of him innocently.
"Well, someone called my name." I told him looking around me only to see that no one else was in the hallway but us.
"Sam, nobody called your name. No one's even out here. Are you alright." He asked me in concern.
I was going to respond but I heard it again.
"Sam…Sam…I want you…"
"Please tell me you heard that." I whispered practically begging.
"I didn't hear anything. Did you?" He asked me watchfully. I nodded solemnly then turned my head away from him in fear.
"Sam…" Danny started but couldn't finish because the next thing we heard was the bell. We were now late for first period.
"We better go." I told him now carrying my books in one hand and starting to walk down the hallway.
Danny grasped my wrists and he stared at me.
"Sam, what did you hear?" Danny asked me softly.
"I—I…I don't know."
