Chapter Two
"Oh yeah? Well good luck to you, asshole!" Mom shouted at Dad. After leaving the house to my father, my mother and I were waiting for the taxi which would take to us down town. She wore a grey-blue dress with her hair up in a messy ponytail and looked like a mess. She took out a pack of Winston Cigarettes and a lighter out of her purse, and smoked right in front of me. As the smoke came out of the cigarette and Mom's mouth, it headed towards my direction. "Oh god." I thought and coughed harshly.
"Mom." I coughed.
"What?" She asked, facing at my direction.
"You hate smoking. You know that right? You even forced dad to stop before I was born." I told her.
"Let me tell you something you don't know," she started, "for now on, I'll let you do anything you want, come home past twelve, hang out with your friends, anything. Just for you, Sam." Like I said earlier, she never called Sam, only Samantha or god forbid Sammykins, she became a whole new different person as she doesn't treat me as a daughter, but a friend. I just have use to her and that freakin' nicotine smell in the new house and on her.
Chances are that she's a secret smoker and sneak smokes.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Positive." She replied. As soon as the taxi came, we grabbed our belongings and put them on the trunk.
"Where at?" asked the taxi driver.
"5th and Ontario Ave." Mom said.
The driver snapped his finger and pointed at Mom. "Ya got it, ma'am!"
After a half an hour drive, I could easily see the sun and its rays fade into the clouds. Alright, that sounds cheesy and stereotypical, like how Danny talks about his girlfriend, but I'll bring it up later.
Living Downtown Amity sounds alright to me, since I'll be near to Danny's house and the school, Casper High too. At least I wouldn't be going to a limo anymore and tell the chauffeur to stop with a street left. What?
You didn't know? Yeah, I'm from a wealthy family... Well, used to.
Our new home that Mom rent was an apartment. The building complex seem okay from the outside.
We step into our apartment. The first thing that came into my mind was 'What the hell is this place? If mom knock some sense into her, she'll scream!'
The place was a pigsty! The carpet was stained and smells like mildew in the air, the furniture was poorly taken care of, and the walls seemed alright if you ignored the paint peeling.
"I'll take a walk around here, be home soon." I told her as I got my sweater.
"Okay, like I said, anything you want," she told me.
That Autumn wind blowing through my hair with along the leaves a crossed the pavement, as soon as I was about to go around the corner, I bumped into someone.
It was Danny.
"Hey, Sam," he said, "What brings you here?"
"My mom and I moved here about just now, because..." I suddenly stopped as soon as tears were coming down my cheeks.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking worried with those ice blue eyes. He was always the one who was there for me besides Grandma Ida, my best friend since the second grade, and became so close that I began to have feelings for him. Did I mention that he's half ghost too?
Yeah, he is. He's known as Danny Phantom, protector of Amity Park yet Public Enemy #1.
"Grandma Ida died, and my parents are getting a divorce." I choked the words out of my throat.
Danny didn't say anything, but only hugged me. He then whispered, "Hope you're okay." To be honest, I wanted to stay like that for years, but it was getting late. He let go of me, "I'll see you tomorrow on Monday", and went to our separate ways.
"Wait, Sam!" He cried, running towards me. I turned around.
"Hey, me and Tucker were planning a movie day, so do you want to got to the movies tomorrow? At four?" He asked.
"Sure! I guess from having too much guy time, you probably miss me." I smirked.
He laughed "Sure do."
"See you tomorrow!" I waved bye to him as he did the same thing to me. Oh, god. Those stupid butterflies are in my stomach again. I just shook the feeling off as usual.
By the time I got home, it was already dark. I was thinking, 'Ah, shit! Mom's gonna kill me!'
But I forgot. I'm her "best friend."
I opened the door, and I saw her passed out on the couch, I could smell the smoke from the cigarettes and the alcohol, possibly vodka. Not also she was a secret smoker- she's a secret drinker too. I thought she only drank Merlot and wine. I walked quietly to my new bedroom, trying to not wake Mom up.
Come to think of it... Which one is mine?
I walked to the hallway and saw the other rooms. The bathroom was average size and seemed fair, I was thinking of the worst, like roaches all over the place. There was the laundry room, it was smaller than the bathroom. There was a washer and a dryer, they seem pretty new, as if they were never used. Then, I came across between two bedrooms, now I have to make a decision. I decided to go to my left side and see the room that I picked. I gotta say, it wasn't that bad.
The room had yellow wallpaper corner to corner, and there a sky window on the ceiling. The window was nice too! I actually pat myself on the back for choosing a good quality room. With a single twin bed, it had blankets and a large pillow. I looked at the other room and it seemed decent as well.
It could be late, due to the sky being dark. So, I did what I had to do. I fall asleep just before I lay my head against the pillow.
Maybe things are turning around for once.
