Hey guys sorry I took so long! But I can't really promise scheduled updates and this chapter is longer than the first chapter… now for the reviews

Savirox: thank you so much. Update? Right-o here ya go then!

ShadowDragon357: I agree that it does start out like some but I didn't really know how else to go about it. But I'm glad u enjoyed it anyway. Now while it does seem that Sam does that, that isn't really the angle I was going for and though I'm not really going for mystery or something like that u will just have to keep on reading to find out how she got them. Hope u are interested enough to keep reading.

ellameno: thanks glad u find it interesting. To be honest I would also like to see where this goes. Here the update.

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Oh right! Before I forget, I wanna mention that me saying Pauline instead of Paulina was on purpose and it might start to become more obvious this chapter but the characters might be OOC and even though I'll try as much to keep them in character there are just some things I need in their personalities to be a certain way because I think it goes with my story.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Danny Phantom if I did you would already know.

Chapter 2: The Real Danny Phantom

We didn't really talk for very long after he promised that he wouldn't tell anyone about my scars. I guess I got to know a little bit about him but it was only the type of things that people easily figure out after knowing you for a while nothing on a need to know bases; so technically I still didn't really know him. That said; he didn't really know me either. When I said we talked, what I actually meant was that I did an impressive job of holding the conversation for both of us. I hadn't really talked with anyone in a while so I just kept saying useless things for the sake of saying something. He asked more about how I got my recent injuries, however, I just told him it was an incident I didn't really want to talk about and left it at that. But we both knew it was no accident and it couldn't have been the dragon. Still, he respected my privacy and just gave some input about himself here and there but that was about it. All I actually learned about him was that his favorite color was green, he fought ghosts who attacked and didn't get paid for it, in fact he barely got a thanks at times because the people he saved were speechless in a good way or terrified and he wasn't sticking around for them to react to him since he himself had to run from the resident ghost hunting pair or the GiW (Guys in White) as they are called. I didn't feel like I had the right to ask personal questions since I didn't tell him much about me so I didn't ask anything personal. Later on when I wasn't as sore (good thing its Friday), and I had nothing to talk about, he took me home. I myself was ready to go since I didn't have much else to say and the silence otherwise would have been awkward. By the time we went outside I was a little shocked to see that the sun had already set hours ago and the stars were already in the sky. Above the clouds the sky itself was a beautiful navy blue with mixtures of purples and specks of pinks. It was like nothing I had ever seen or could hope to see from down below and I was a little jealous that he got to see things like this all the time. Were it me I would rather spend my time above the clouds with such a unique view and the cold air biting into my skin. The air right now was cold but ignorable enough and it was a little windy but to me it just made it that much better. Up here I felt safe because all the bad things that I was running from that could actually reach me were few, if any. Most of all, his presence right there with me was soothing. So I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the rest of the peaceful ride in silence.

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When I asked my parents that weekend, they told me that Amity Park was known for its many ghost hauntings and most importantly for Inviso-Bill. Although, at first, I had no idea of who they were talking about, once they added the words "hero" and "ghost" into the mix, it was kind of obvious. Of course coming from them it didn't sound pleasant. Nothing ever did, unless it was fake but even that was stretching it. They had talked about him with such disgust I wondered why we were even here. But I didn't care enough to ask. Not wanting to stay home on Sunday I walked about Amity Park and asked around about him. No one knew much about Phantom and as much as he was friendly to everyone (except sometimes Paulina, as I found out that was her name later on. Eh, close enough) there was no one he was really friends with. He had as many fans as he had enemies but no one knew who he was, where he came from or when he died. Many say that he died about two years ago because that's around the time he appeared but no one is sure because there is not a single guy around his age that died in Amity Park around the time he supposedly did. So trying to find out more about him by asking around didn't get me anywhere.

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On Monday the following day there were only two ghost attacks at Casper High throughout the day and I found myself hoping that they weren't this common. A girl can dream, can't she? One of them was a short blue ghost who didn't look that threatening and from every one's reaction he probably wasn't much. There was only so much fear you could cause with floating boxes and bubble wrap. He was quickly caught leaving with a "Beware!" no one paid attention to. Later on, after an unfortunate string of events, (in simpler terms, Paulina) I became acquainted with "wanna-be-my-friend?" klemper. I mean yes I wanted a friend. And I guess you could even argue that I was a little desperate for one. But come on! Even I wasn't that desperate for one, I doubt any one could ever be. I would rather be friends with the Box Ghost. He was annoying but I would at least keep my sanity. Most of the day went quietly and I was in a particularly good mood because in both occasions I had seen Phantom and smiled at him and he smiled back even waving his hand a little. Unnoticeably.

"Alright class, today we begin the first project of the school year." A collective round of groans were heard all throughout the room before the teacher, Mr. Lancer, could even finish the sentence. I looked around the classroom. It was the last class of the day and I was kind of exhausted. I was sitting at the far end of the room, second to last seat in my row to be exact, right next to the window that was on my left. There was wind blowing from the window up ahead and the rays of the sun were warming my skin, even so I was slightly chilly but I ignored it. By some form of bad luck I was stuck with having Paulina in most of my classes and the only good thing about it was that in all of them the chair farthest from her was always empty. I guess the other students crowded around her so much that the only seats available were far from her. For the first time in my life I was thankful about my enemy's popularity. If her popularity meant there was no room for me to be anywhere near the spaces closest to her than that was fine by me. As Mr. Lancer kept explaining the project we were supposed to do for the year I noticed that beside Paulina there were only a few other students who I had for some, or on rare occasions most, of my classes. (A/N: I'm not going to describe most of them that much and go right to their names because you should know what they look like. Hopefully) Two of them were the blonde and African American girls that were with Paulina on Friday. The other one was the blonde buff guy who was also with Paulina and the Asian guy. Respectively Star, Valerie, Aaron or "Dash" and Kwan. Beside those there were three more and the others were in only a few if any other classes with me. One of them was on the last seat in the row next to mine, if I remember correctly her name was Annelle, she was a pretty green eyed blonde with short curly hair and her two friends called her Elly. Right beside her on her right was an African American named Tucker. On Elly's left and right behind me was the guy that I've had in all of my classes except in one. Feeling his eyes on me as I laid my head down on my arms, I found myself thinking about this morning.

The bruise and scratch on my face were getting better but it still took me hours and a whole lot of make-up to make it less visible. If I had taken just a little longer this morning in getting out of my house I would have been late to class, as it was it was already cutting it close but I made it on time. Just as I had passed the door the bell rang signaling the beginning of homeroom.

"Go right ahead miss Manson, take your seat I'll let you off the hook this time. But remember next time that if you are not in your seat by the time the bell rings then you are late."

I nodded at my teacher and quietly tried to make my way over to one of the empty desks farthest from Paulina. Before I could take more than five steps a boy ran into the room out of breath.

"Daniel, thank you for deciding to join us, even though it's this late. Again." Daniel grimaced a little at the teacher's sarcastic comment about his recurring lateness and mumbled out an apology handing the teacher a late pass along with it. I was staring at him somewhat startled by his icy crystal blue eyes when he looked in my direction, not necessarily looking at me. When he finally looked at me I thought I saw his eyes widen a fraction before going back to normal and looking away. He rapidly went past me and sat close to his two friends whispering amongst themselves.

"Miss Manson please take your seat and stop staring at Daniel. You'll have time for that later on." I snapped my head in his direction and glared at my teacher who just ignored my glare and turned to look at the board. I made my way to the desk I was previously heading to trying to fight the blush I knew was coming. Most of my class was chuckling at me except for Paulina who was full on laughing and the trio of friends whose eyes were on me for most of the day.

I could still feel their eyes on me and it was starting to annoy me. At first it made me nervous then I got used to it and started to ignore them but now it was kind of bothering me. Why were they looking at me so much? Did I have something on me? If I did why couldn't they just tell me and get it over with?

I raised my head when I heard Mr. Lancer passing out papers of the project we were to do. As he was passing them out he was assigning groups of four or five people and I was in their group. Considering I wasn't with Paulina I was thankful and didn't really mind I was in their group because so far they haven't really been mean to me. I turned around to hand over the paper just in time to see Daniel look away from me. I sighed.

"What?" I asked looking at them expectantly. They knew what I was talking about but for good measure I added, "why have you guys been staring at me?" Today had been a long day for me. What with both ghost attacks, the annoying task of making sure that my make-up was on correctly, my body was sore and I'm pretty sure that I had reopened the wound on my side a little, when I moved too suddenly trying to catch myself that time Paulina pushed me over towards Klemper, and that now it was bleeding but I couldn't be sure because I was wearing thick bandages and my shirt was black. So when all Daniel said was "nothing" it kind of pissed me off.

"It's not nothing. All three of you have been looking at me all day since this morning. I know that I started it but it wasn't on purpose and I stopped. What about you?" I was starting to blush with the reminder of this morning when Elly scoffed and looked away. I frowned. She wasn't happy with me for some reason. I really don't know what I might have done to her. We haven't interacted enough for her to dislike me. And even though she hasn't been necessarily nice to me, she doesn't strike me as another Paulina. At least not from what I've seen. Besides there probably isn't more room for another one.

When the bell rang for the end of class, I decided I wasn't gonna risk it and practically bolted out the class ignoring what the trio might think of me because of it.

By the way, I wasn't sure whether to do this or not so I want to ask for ur opinion. Do u guys think I should do the story from a) just Sam's point of view b) Sam and Danny's point of view or c) those two plus others? Please vote in and/or add ur opinion to what I should do with that.

Posted: 4/09/15