Hello people of the internet. I am back, with another short story. Sorry it took me so long to write another one, but - you know – school does take up a lot of time.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman, not me… Unfortunately.


"In second grade, Tucker threw up in your lunchbox, but he told you Ricky Marsh did it." – Danny Fenton, Splitting Images.


"Um… Tuck? Are you feeling alright?" 7 year old Danny Fenton asked his pale friend while walking towards the cafeteria. Tucker sneezed before responding.

"I'm fine'd, now come on, today is pizza day." He sniffled, running off, leaving a slightly worried friend behind. Danny shook his head at his friend's odd behavior before following in pursuit.

After Danny caught up to Tucker and the trio got their lunches, they walked over to the lunch table that they normally sat at. Already there, was a black haired, purpled eyed girl, who was silently pulling out a wrapped veggie sandwich from her lunch box.

Sam looked up to her friends who were approaching her and frowned, "You're not looking good Tucker; maybe you should go to the nurse's office." She said to the boys who sat down in front of her.

Tucker quickly shook his head, "No…! I'm fine'd, really." He exclaimed a bit nervously. Sam sighed at her friend's phobia but didn't try and convince him otherwise.

About 10 minutes later, the trio finished their lunches and were getting ready to go outside. Sam stood up from the table, "I will be right back you guys. I have to use the restroom." And – without waiting for a response – she ran off leaving her two best friends to wait for her.

Danny turned to face Tucker – who was looking even sicker than before. "You really should just go home. You're starting to look like a zombie."

Before Tucker could argue, his eyes widened and he covered one hand over his mouth. Without thinking, he grabbed the purple lunch box in front of him and hurled into it. Fortunately for Tucker, he and Danny are not the most popular people and nobody was paying attention.

Tucker moaned pushing the lunch box away from him. Danny stared wide at his sick friend and went to the side a little. "Sam is going to kill you," he mumbled, "You should have just gone to the nurse's office."

Tucker pushed the lunch box further down the table, "I would rather have Sam be mad at me than go to the nurse."

At the moment, Sam walked out of the girl's restroom and towards her two friends. Danny turned towards Tucker, "Really?" Tucker looked over to Sam and worry spread across his face, "Uh… No. What do I do!?"

Danny stood up and patted his friend on the shoulder, "Good luck with that buddy," and he walked to the door leading outside.

Tucker turned back towards Sam, "Hey Tucker, are we going to meet Danny outside?" She asked gesturing to Danny who was walking out the door. He nodded, fear growing in the pit of his stomach.

"Come on, let's go." She said about to grab her lunch box before she saw the condition of it, "Oh, gross! Tucker!?" she yelled, with a disgusted look on her face, "Did you throw up in my lunch box!?"

Tucker didn't know what to say. He looked behind Sam and saw Ricky Marsh walk behind her and out the door. Without thinking, Tucker shouted, "Ricky Marsh did it."

Sam scowled as she carefully grabbed her lunch box and threw it in the trash. She stomped outside, leaving a relieved Tucker – who was glad that she believed his lie.

He got up from the bench and walked out the door into the nice spring air. What he saw made guilt crawl throughout his body.

A few yards away was Ricky Marsh getting kicked off the monkey bars by a pissed of Sam Manson.

Tucker swallowed hard and walked up to Danny and the other various students watching. "What's up with her?" Danny asked as Sam stomped away from the now crying 2nd grader.

"Uh… I might have told her that Ricky was the one who threw up in her lunch box." Tucker sniffled.

Danny's eyes widened but before he could respond, Sam grabbed both of their wrists and pulled them away. "Come on guys, let's go."

Neither of them dared to protest or tell her the truth. Everyone –from that day forward – knew not to mess with Sam Manson.


Hehe, poor Ricky. If anyone has a good quote from the show that they would like me to work from, please PM me. That would be very helpful! :)

Thanks for reading!