A/N: Okay, so I already got 5 virtual cookies, and I'm happy that I did. :D. But yes, I am aware of some grammar and word problems in my prologue, so now I'm going to carefully write this. I don't want perfect, I just want great.
Okay, so here we go.
Behind The Looks
Chapter 1: Samantha Manson
The time came at the high school's Halloween Dance. It was a time that kids could dress up in their best costumes, but yet keep up with their social quality, at the same time. Danny would of course be a part of this, because he knew that their would be 'fresh meat' there for him to pick on.
How rude he was made other people sick. He was a pest in their house. Like a cockroach, only he could only survive with his head.
And any girl around that school wouldn't date him for 3 million dollars, but the preps would. In fact, they knew it, but Danny was dating Paulina and Star at the same time. So he was not only rude by looks, he was rude by dishonor, adultery. And he makes it seem like the motto 'There's good in everyone' was just a myth.
But at the party, there was a whole bunch of things to do. Like throwing darts at pumpkin shaped balloons, knocking Frankenstein's head down with throwing balls, and shooting at a hole (like the ones you see at an amusement park or carnival where that orange circle says 'aim here', and you have to shoot at it with water) which caused plastic bats to reach the top.
Danny and the A-listers had went together, but they had separated as soon as they got there. Danny wandered around, looking at some of the students playing games or chatting with each other.
He had then bumped into a girl with deep green eyes, red hair, and she was dressed like she was dark and mysterious.
"Watch it, freak!" he yelled at her. She had walked away as she gave him a dirty look.
He walked on.
As he did, many people had crowed around him, and he began to feel slightly dizzy, so he stepped out for just a second and sat on an empty chair on the side.
He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes, the action stopping all motion and slowly calmed the brain.
"You okay?" he heard a girl ask him.
"Yeah, I'm fi-."
He looked up and saw the girl he liked. The Goth girl.
"Are you sure? You seem a little out of place."
"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks for the concern."
She smiled. "Your welcome. I'm Sam by the way, Sam Manson." she held out her hand.
"Danny Fenton." he took it in greeting.
"It's nice to meet you, Danny."
"You too, Sam."
She chuckled and sat down next to him. "So what's your reason for coming here?"
"Uh, I don't know. Enjoying what's left of this crappy school."
She lightly laughed. "Oh. Me, my reason is because I have to help run this thing. I sell the beverages and snacks. I'm just taking a break. That, and I thought you needed some help too, from the looks of it."
He smirked. "Well, now that you know that I'm not hospital worthy, you need not worry anymore."
"Yeah." she agreed with him.
They were silent for a minute. "Well, I'd better get back to the cart. It was nice to meet you and I hope you feel better."
"Thanks. It was nice meeting you too."
They smiled at each other and she walked away.
Sam Manson, he thought.
The next day, after the Fundraiser, he was lacking attention in Mr. Lancer's class. Though this isn't the first he didn't pay attention to the out of shape teacher, but he didn't pay attention this time for the reason to look at Sam the whole time. She would look over and smile at him once in a while, continuing to doodle in her notebook, and there were times when he would get anxious and lean over to see what it was.
She was drawing a spiritual picture. A woman was leaving her body, and Sam knelt down by it, crying. A look of concern flashed on his face.
"What do you see in that picture?" he whispered to her.
She was startled by the sudden words and quickly shut her notebook.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what causes you to draw that picture?"
She sighed and glanced at Mr. Lancer to make sure he wasn't paying any attention to them, then looked back.
"The woman that left her body," she paused for a second. "Was my mother."
He joined his eyebrows. He had felt terrible for snooping into her private thoughts.
"Oh. I'm so sorry. I- I didn't know."
"No. That's, it's okay. It's not your fault on how she died."
He cleared his throat and sighed. "I, I don't mean to be rude, but, how did she die?"
She bit her lip and whimpered a little. "She was shot. 2 to the heart, 1 to the brain."
He had looked down as she continued to explain. "I was the first to find her. In an ally way, walking home from Piano Lessons."
"Jesus. I'm so sorry."
"It's fine. You didn't do anything. I mean, you still owe me for my generosity last night, and I think your giving me some in return."
"Well yes, I do owe you, and I at least believe I'm giving you some in return."
She smiled. "You are. Just for being concerned."
"I really love how you draw. Your so creative."
"Really?" she asked. "Thank you. I was never admired for my work."
"Doesn't, whoever you live with, ever look at it?"
"You mean my dad? I never showed it to him. He doesn't really like creativity."
"Well he has no self-esteem."
She laughed. "He doesn't have anything."
"Does he have a face? You know, like everyone else."
"Ha ha. Very funny."
He smiled and looked down. "Your more special than I thought you were."
"Your more," she lightly shook her head. "Nice. Then I thought you were."
He leaned over. "What do you mean by that, fellow Goth girl?"
She leaned over too. "I mean, I know your reputation around school. Your one of the worst bullies."
"Oh yeah. I judge people by their looks."
"You haven't judged me.""I actually like you."
She smirked. "Well I actually get to the likes of you too."
"Acceptable."
They turned back to their seats. "We'll pick this up later." She said.
"Yeah, maybe we will."
She flashed him a quick beam before turning her attention to her notebook again. And Danny got back to thinking about her.
A/N: And done. Remember, ADHD, cookies, you know the drill.
Next chapter, the curse will be released.
PleaseR&R,
SinisterSircusQueen : )