HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for all the reviews! I honestly didn't think that I would get that many on the first try!! (Oh, and on the other chapter, I just included Oreos 'cause they're just totally awesome like that.)
Disclaimer: (to the tune of DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN?) Do you own Danny, Danny, Danny, do you own Danny, 'cause I know I don't!!
Sam walked up to Mr. Lancer, and whispered in his ear. He nodded and she went to her seat.
"Today, we are talking about William Shakespeare. Many people believe that he is not, in fact, the boy with no schooling, born at Stratford- upon -Avon as he is known. Some people even suggest that William Shakespeare was a pen name. How, the question is, can a boy, with no record at school, to poor to afford school, be the author of such famous plays? Romeo and Juliet, Tempest, Hamlet, and many others born to the brain of a man who could not read, nor write, for he could not pay for school?"
Danny saw Paulina mutter to herself "Romeo and Juliet, The Ghost boy and Paulina?" Dash's hand shot into the air, Mr. Lancer looked surprised.
'' Yes, Dash?"
"So they didn't have to go to school?" Danny smirked behind his hand. Sam rolled her eyes. Tucker grinned.
"If you could afford it, you would go. Not like here, where your parent's tax money goes to NOT PAYING ATTENTION! He glared at Star and Kwan who were chatting in the back of the room. They looked up.
"Umm…. I was like- totally just asking kong-fu here- ''
"-Kwan-''
"Kwan for a pencil". Star finished. Mr. Lancer sighed. Danny stole a glance at Sam. She was doodling in a note-book. Danny thought that he saw… but it couldn't be… could it? ... Was it? … A tear.
"Sam? Is something wrong? You've been looking glum all day." Danny asked curiously. Sam looked up from picking at her lunch. She was not about to eat the carnivorous lunch of chili dogs anyway.
"It's only lunch, you know. She could perk up." Tucker interrupted.
"Hello. Still here" Sam stated, exasperated.
"Sorry. You know, you really should eat something. You could have my french fries. Potatoes grow in the ground, so their vegetarian." Tucker replied.
"And you could have my chocolate molasses crunch cookies. I think they are vegetarian. And how about a peanut butter jelly sandwich? I had my mom buy the organic kind that doesn't use animal fats."
"Thanks guys. You're the best friends I could ever possibly have."
"Ok, what do you want? Ecto-goggles? Micro-phones? And you thought the
Booo-marang was the stupidest name ever."
"Just meet me after school. Alone. Anyone want a chili dog?" Sam got up and left as Tucker wolfed down her chili dog. What was up with her? For the first 10 years he had known her, Sam had never, ever cried. And now, in the past 2 hours, the waterworks have been flowing. What could be wrong?
"Hey, Tucker, what do you think is up with Sam?" Danny inquired. Tucker could see that his best friend was worried.
"It's probably nothing wrong. She's probably just going to say that she's fallen head over heels in love with Dash."
"If that's the case, there DEFINETLY is something wrong with her. I just hope…" Danny stopped when he saw Sam standing a few feet away.
"Hi."
"Hi"
"Hi"
"Glad we got that over with" Tucker fangoriously smirked.
"So, anyways, I had to tell you guys that I'm gonna miss you." Tucker's smirk vanished. Concern and worry crossed both of their faces.
"Why? Are you moving?"
"ALL ABOARD! HA HA HA HA AI AI AI AI (INSERT CRAZY TRAIN HERE-BLACK SABBATH)." Tuckers PDA rang out.
"Crazy Train?" Danny asked.
"Yeah".
"Anyways, no, I'm, uh, going to be going away for awhile." Sam continued.
"Where?"
"Um… a… uh… hospital."
"WHAT?' Danny and Tucker screamed.
"A hospital. You know, with surgeries and stuff."
"But- But why?" Danny asked intuitively. "It's nothing serious, right?"
"Not really that great you might say." Sam replied. She sighed. "I have cancer. Leukemia to be specific."
Totally not expecting that, huh? Neither was I. It just kinda came out, to tell the truth. So, yeah! Thanx again for all the reviews. I never dreamed you guys would like me so much! I feel loved! Bye.