"Thank you for joining us Miss Manson, Mr Fenton!" said a rather agitated Mr Lancer.

They both smiled shyly at him and made their way quickly to their seats, Danny sitting in front of Sam. They took out their books, placed their bags on the ground and looked up at their teacher for instructions.

"Are you quite ready for me to start my class?!" he asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh…yes sir, go right ahead!" smiled Danny as he motioned to his teacher to continue with his right hand.

Some students could be heard snorting behind their hands; attempting, but failing, to hold back their laughter.

"Thank you Mr Fenton, I'll see you after school for detention!"

"WHAT?! That's not fair sir-"

"Do you want to make it a weeks worth?" he asked threateningly.

"-Sigh- No sir…"

"Right, then on with the class…"

Some of the A-list pupils in the room proceeded to sneak out iPods, PSPs, anything to keep them awake for Mr Lancer's class and avoid detention. (The things you gotta do, eh?!)

"Firstly, I have a little announcement. You will be pleased to hear, that I have volunteered this class to help raise money for our school funds…"

Everyone in the class groaned in despair, dreading the torment they'd be put through.

"Quiet please class, it's not that bad! I thought about things that you 'hip' youngster seem to enjoy doing in your spare time and came up with a solution that will really get you interested!"

The class simultaneously erupted into louder groans.

"Quiet now class…QUIET DOWN!"

Everyone stopped and stared at their teacher in surprise and slight aggravation.

"I know I'll live to regret this," he spoke through clenched teeth, "but…we are doing a Sing-Star competition at the end of the week-"

"WOO-HOO!"

"YEEAAHH!"

"ALL RIGHT!"

"THAT'S AWESOME!!"

"All right, all right! Settle down…now you will all be singing a song for the fund-raiser, and you can sing in groups, if you want, but no bigger than four per group. You can even ask a teacher to sing with you, if that's what you desire, but not me…uh…yes Miss Manson?"

Sam sat patiently with her hand raised timidly in the air.

"Do you have to sing, sir?"

"Yes, you do Miss Manson…"

'Oh great!' she thought sarcastically.

" Pupils will be paying to see you sing-"

"Well, they won't be paying to see HER sing!" said Dash maliciously.

The class erupted into laughter as Sam sent death glares towards Dash.

"Thank you Mr Baxter, that's enough-"

"I hope the Ghost Boy comes to hear my beautiful singing voice!" squealed Paulina in excitement and delight as she clapped her hands.

By now, the class was in fits of laughter once again. Sam rolled her eyes in disgust and slid lower down in her chair. She rested the head in her hand that she lent against her table and looked up to see a concerned face turned round in his chair and staring at her.

'Are you ok?' mouthed Danny.

Sam smiled slightly at him and nodded her head before she looked away towards the clock on the wall. Danny reached over her table and placed his hand on hers, patting it and squeezing it gently in silent comfort. She smiled gratefully at him until the teacher continued his conversation with the class. Danny spun slowly round in his seat and leant forward so his shoulders were hunched over. Sam stared at him for a moment before the drones of her teacher drilled through her mind.

"…And you can pick any song you want, as long as it is suitable, i.e. no cursing! That means you Mr. Connors!"

"Aw, damn!" huffed one of the boys near the back.

The class, in general, seem very excited and, shockingly, impressed at their teacher's idea! Many pupils in the class loved to sing (three guesses who!), and they had the honour of singing for the whole school. Danny couldn't wait to get home after his detention to find a good song, even Tucker was excited, and he couldn't sing! Sam, however, was dreading it. Whenever she was caught singing to herself, as a child, her mother would always tell her she had a beautiful voice, but she never believed her- would you believe a mum who spends most of her time telling her daughter she'd look good in a puffy pink dress?! She always thought she had a horrible singing voice and she ordered herself never to sing in public- the consequences could result in bullying for the rest of her school life! Having heard from her teacher that she HAS to sing, she knew that she had a lot of work to do: picking the song, getting the music and, of course, learning to sing!

Mr Lancer decided it was futile to attempt to teach the class after hearing the exciting news and allowed them to chat quietly until the end of class. Many pupils, most of them girls, had run to their friend across the classroom to discuss what songs they were planning to sing or to ask them to sing with them in a group. Some of the A-list boys had begun to make paper aeroplanes and fired them at their friends. Sam simply took out a piece of lined A4 paper and proceeded to draw with black pen. She imagined what she wanted the picture to look like and drew it as best she could. It was a Reaper with wings protruding from its back. It was carrying a large sword that it held high in the air with both hands and the figure took a fighting stance. It wore a long cloak with a hood, which covered his face in shadow so only its eyes could be seen. To finish it off, she drew fire in the background and added a tattered scroll along the bottom, which read 'Dark Angel'. She sat back in her seat and admired her work, smiling slightly in approval.

"That's really good Sam!"

Sam looked to her right to see Danny staring intently at he drawing.

"You draw the coolest things…" he remarked dreamily.

She blushed slightly at his compliment and looked at her drawing.

"It's ok, I guess…"

"What inspired you?"

Sam looked up at him to see his attention fully on her and smiling softly.

"I-I don't know, the Reaper I guess…" she muttered.

Danny laughed slightly at her Gothic attitude.

"Do you want it?"

Danny looked at her in surprise.

"Really? You don't want to keep?"

"I can make more…besides, you really seem to like it!"

She lifted the picture and handed it to him.

"Gee, thanks Sam…that's really nice of you…"

Sam smiled at him as he admired his gift.

"Oh, can I ask you one more favour?"

Sam nodded her head as he placed the drawing back in front of her.

"Could you sign it? It could be worth millions in the future- a 'Sam Manson Masterpiece'!"

He motioned the title with his hands across the sky. Sam punched him playfully in the arm and signed the picture. He then hugged it mockingly and returned to his seat, as Sam threw the pen at him. They both erupted into laughter before the bell rang for next class.

(Hyyyyyyyyyy-per on coke! Coke coke COKE! Coke and ice cubes! Yum yum yum! Um…uh…review…please!)