Um, I'm sort of hesitant to release this chapter. But might as well not keep you waiting for long anyway. I think this chapter sucks but hey it's up to you people. Thank you all for all the great support you all are giving to me! I swear, I've never felt more happier about starting this story in my entire life! I hope this was dramatic enough for you and thanks to all for the patient wait! :D

Disclaimer: Argh, It sucks that I don't own Danny Phantom -.-

Okay Sam, you've gone through this about a million times already. Not to mention been repeatedly ordered by the Ghost Kid to practice in front of him a load of times until it was perfect. It's okay. Calm down. Calm down. It's alright, you can do this. What's so hard in looking helpless? – Okay, shouldn't think things like that. Just take deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. There you go, that wasn't so hard was it? But no matter how many times Sam tried to reassure herself, the sickening image of the meat-monster pounding her flat right there like a pancake wouldn't leave her mind. She was frozen in fear, not being able to do anything but stare at the angry Lunch Lady ghost like an idiotic gaping fish. God Sam, since when have you been such a sissy? Her attempts to bring herself to an angry, fearless woman were fruitless. She was still scared shitless at the thought of just standing there and doing nothing.

I can't believe how wrong it feels to be scared, that Ghost Kid better show up fast. That is, if he doesn't want my spirit haunting him for eternity, Sam growled. Ironic, how she felt and sounded angry in her mind; when she was incapable of any speech on the outside. She shouldered the feeling of her shudder, being scared was way too out-of-character for her. Sam didn't do scared.

While the Lunch Lady thought otherwise as she advanced towards the helpless teen.

The lunch room was empty now; only scattered remains of murky coloured food, litter, dishevelled papers and books were left lying everywhere. Sam's eyes popped wide open at the fact that she looked bigger, heavier and meaner than ever. And she knew that she was gonna get it, if the Ghost Kid wasn't going to show up soon, because of that chair she threw at her before. Of all the stupid, crazy messed-up things to get involved in, I choose ghosts! Ghosts! No wonder my parents think I need a psychiatrist...Sam thought dialectically in her head.

In real fact, she was trying to distract herself from thinking negative thoughts. Like the ghost in front of her, ready to rip her apart into a thousand little pieces. And then scatter her remains all over the school. Or worse, somewhere happy.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR DECIEVING ME! I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES INTO CHICKEN AND FEED THEM TO THE CROWS!" the monster roared.

Sam cringed in disgust, "Oh yuck! Don't talk about stuff like that in here! That's just nasty." She swallowed her gag reflex heavily. Talk about the wrong things to say. These ghosts really needed a dictionary in what-to-not say for the undead. Reeling herself out of her thoughts, Sam decided that she should stop messing around and try looking more helpless. She was supposed to be the distraction, and asking the monster (or yelling) at it wouldn't help.

She gritted her teeth and felt stiff, "Oh help. A ghost," she said in monotone. Helpless wasn't really her thing. Scary, creepy? Yes. Helpless, female and pink? No freaking way.

Oh God, when was the stupid Ghost Kid going to get there? She's been standing here for a whole five minutes and he still hasn't shown up! What's wrong with him? Air traffic? The Lunch Lady slowly advanced towards her, malice in her glowing red eyes. It looked like she wanted to enjoy ripping Sam apart piece by piece as well as savour the delicious moments.

Joy.

Sam started backing up slowly, trying to create as much distance as possible from the monster. And at the same time, not startle it into attacking suddenly. This was seriously not her day. What was wrong with the painfully dull and boring school day that she was supposed to have gone through yesterday and today? Since when did her life involve ghosts popping out from nowhere, trying to execute revenge while another tries to save her life? Since when has that ever happened? Stuff like that was supposed to happen on TV shows, and since when has her life became a soap opera? She'd really like to know.

She stumbled over a few metal trays and bags, but otherwise backing slowly was going on fine. That was if she wasn't being currently stalked by a meat controlling ghost. She wondered briefly where the rest of the school was, and if they even knew about her sudden absence. But then she shook that thought away, like they'd hardly know that she was the only one missing. The only teacher that actually knew her was her English teacher, Mr Lancer. And he wasn't a bundle of fun to be around with. Not when he was shouting book titles all the time whenever he was shocked or angry.

God, she was lame.

Sam was suddenly brought back to reality when her back hit the rocky surface of the lunch room wall. Oh shit. What was she supposed to do now? The Ghost Kid never did say what she was going to do if the monster actually did get to her! At least she was sensible to think ahead yesterday and ask him for weapons. Although, it didn't help at all that her bag was still far off from her reach, abandoned on her empty lunch table. The only sort of weapon she had with her was the Specter Deflector, and she didn't even know how that worked! Oh great going Ghost Kid. Really. This plan is flawless...Sam cursed his existence with her mind.

Her violet eyes widened furiously when the monster roared fully in her face. The smell of meat almost made her hurl and she half wished she did so that all those stupid clothes that she was wearing would get ruined forever. And as always, the universe didn't agree with her and just let the bile settle painfully in her throat. Swallowing it back distastefully, she glared at the ghost.

If she was going to go down, then she wouldn't go down without a fight.

She set her eyes at her purple bag, and then broke in a fast-paced, adrenaline powered run. She dove in her mid-run with desperation and managed to grab the bag quickly a nano-second before a wave of meat exploded over her head. Ducking under the table, Sam shoved her hand furiously in the bag and scrambled around its contents to find something, anything that'll help her. Sam sighed with rejection when she realized she had absolutely nothing dangerous on her. She only had her pencil case and textbooks, and since when were words of literature any help with defeating a possibly eight-foot meat-monster? Suddenly, a light shone in her head and she almost face-palmed herself for not thinking about it earlier. She was supposed to be the alert and sharp one in this entire school. Guess that doesn't happen when you're being attacked by a ghost without any sort of weapons on you.

Gathering up her wits, or what was left of them anyway, she rolled out from under the desk and spun her bag round in a full three-sixty degree circle before letting it go easily. It collided heavily smack on the face of the meat-monster. Huh, déjà vu, Sam mused before high-tailing out of the lunch room. Her black boots stomped along the corridor, creating a whole load of noise as she ran. It was the only thing that Paulina let her wear that day, she was lucky since the other option was high heels and Sam was sure if she was wearing those she would've been dead from all those times she would have tripped in those death traps.

Not a second too soon, Sam heard the painful and sort-of strained roar of the Lunch Lady, and she willed her legs to move faster away from the monster. She needed to get out of there. She needed to get somewhere safe, somewhere where she can trap this monster. Then keep it there for a while before she decides what to do with it. But right now, her first priority was to get the heck out of there. And maybe along the way, she should find the Ghost Kid. First, she needed to kick him for making her wait so long and almost getting killed. Second, she would have to give this guy a hug.

So not like her, but she would have to since he was trying to save her life. Even if he did have the worst timing in the history of the world – he was still trying to help. And that was what counted, didn't it?

Sam dodged and ran for her life. For the meat-monster was trying to knock her off her feet with waves of meat, and Sam was sure the school would have to close for a while to get rid of it all. Sweet. But now, she really needed to concentrate on staying alive. She narrowly missed a wave, it landed everywhere: on the lockers, the ceilings, the floor, and occasionally on her hair. She tried to ignore the vegetarian instincts inside of her screaming to stop right there and look for the nearest shower.

Shower. Shower. Sam's violet eyes brightened when her mind instantly was bombarded with a straight-edged plan. She set off with a determined grin on her face to her destination. Now there's the Sam I know, she thought happily in her head. She wasn't panicked or scared anymore. It was the hard-edged, fast-thinking Sam that she was again. She loved it when she knew what she had to do. Being clueless made her panicky, and when Sam was panicky, she was clumsy. She was extremely lucky that she didn't trip back there. Because, if it was somewhere else with a different problem – she was sure she would have fallen a fair amount of times.

She rounded around the corridor sharply and set off towards the gym, hoping desperately that her plan would work. And that the Ghost Kid would appear again. For some reason, he was certainly occupying a lot of her thoughts that day...but shoving her decisions and doubts aside, she set her mind on the task. What she was about to do was difficult since she was only a human against a ghost. And that she's never done this type of thing, nor have any experience. She needed to do this perfectly, or it was time to consider what colour flowers you needed to decide for her grave.

Her eyes landed on the gym doors and Sam smirked even wider. Dodging another meat wave, she pushed open the doors and ran quickly through the gym. Her boots squeaking on the nice clean floors. She was sure if Tetslaff was there, she would've killed her for making her nice, clean floors dirty. Sam stopped and searched around quickly, she knew that if she didn't find it fast she would be a goner. Her eyes landed on the two capitalized words painted in red, and she broke into another ran as soon as she saw it. And thanked the heavens that she was in good shape. She was panting heavily and her lungs were bursting with fire, the sweat falling down onto her brow. But she knew that she couldn't stop, if she did the Lunch Lady would get her and that wasn't a good.

Her hand was stretched forward and she was about to grasp onto it when she was suddenly lifted in the air by her foot. "Whoooooa!" Sam yelled as she was lifted in the air, "What the –!" she was upside down, the blood rushed quickly to her head. And she was already feeling light-headed. Her Specter Deflector had fallen off of her waist and she groaned. Aw great, how in the world am I going to escape this now?

"Don't you have better things to do than lift girls in the air?" a taunting voice came from behind the meat-monster. Sam inwardly rolled her eyes, oh great, now he shows up...she muttered in her thoughts.

Danny glared at the monster while feeling slightly guilty himself. The only reason why it took him so long to get there was because the teachers were keeping a close eye on all the students. It was hard to keep his secret, a secret with so many people watching. They wouldn't let Danny out of their sight and he sighed in relief when everyone was distracted by that kid puking on some cheerleaders' hair. He managed to duck behind a tree and transform, but when he arrived at the cafeteria it was empty and he grew panicked at the thought that the Lunch Lady got to Sam. But he managed to see the meat trail she left behind and followed it to the gym.

Danny, for some reason unknown to him, lifted his hand and a burst of green ghostly energy left his palm and zapped the monster in the face. It let go of Sam with a roaring cry. He blinked and looked at his palm, "Cool! I didn't know I could do that!" he cried excitedly. But he was shut out from his new development by Sam's screams as she hurtled towards the gym floor. "Oh, right." He mumbled as he swooped down to catch her before she fell.

When Sam felt arms of security grab hold of her waist, she opened her eyes to see that she wasn't dead. But was instead, flying with the Ghost Kid. "Do you have the thermos?" she asked him as they flew.

"Yeah, but we need to get her to revert back to her ghost form." He said.

"Well then I've got a plan." She mentioned smugly.

"You do?" he stared at her surprised.

Landing gently on the ground, Sam told him, "Keep her occupied for a moment. Make sure that she doesn't move from where she is. Trust me, okay?" she stated.

Danny stared into her violet eyes briefly and nodded, "Hey, meat-head! Ever considered retiring to my friend's stomach?" he taunted before flying into the air to zap her with his ghost blast again. The meat-monster roared and withered pathetically as it was shot over again and again in different places.

Sam, after making sure Danny was sticking with her plan, turned around to run towards the fire alarm. Her fingers gingerly grasped the red handle, and using all that was left of her strength, she pulled down. Blaring alarms shot through the entire school, making Sam and Danny grasp their ears painfully at the throbbing sound. After a few moments, the sprinklers turned on and washed over the three in the gym heavily. At the moment the meat-monster grew in contact with the water, it started to move around to try and escape.

At least all this stupid make-ups washing off of me, Sam grinned as she scrubbed her face with her hand. The liquid mashed colours staring up to her from her palm.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" it cried. Its face and body started to melt, slowly dripping down and down onto the floor. Danny, upon seeing this, started to blast the monster repeatedly to try and make the process faster. "NOOOOOOOO! THIS CAN'T BE!"

"Believe it, meaty." Danny quipped quickly before blasting it more.

After a few moments, the meat-monster was washed away into nothingness and all that was left behind was the ghostly form of a plump, green-skinned dead cafeteria lady. Funny how Sam thought that she really didn't look as if she was that much different than the one they already had. It was just this one was dead, green and fatter than the normal lunch lady. She wondered for a second why the actual lunch lady didn't notice the ghost one before. But she shook her head; she had more things to think about than the cafeteria lunch lady.

Danny landed onto the ground and grabbed the thermos which was slung over his shoulder. Uncapping it, a blue spectral of light came from it and he pointed it at the Lunch Lady. It sucked her in and he capped it as soon as she was gone, the side reading 1 Ghost captured in red. Sam looked at Danny and smiled. "Thanks. For everything. Without you, who knows what she would have done to me." She gushed, feeling slightly disgusted with herself for sounding like it.

Danny felt embarrassed, "Well, uh, you're welcome. It's sort of the kind of thing that I do, anyways. So uh, let's get out of here before they, um, blame everything on us." He smiled sheepishly at her. For some reason, this girl intimidated him and he didn't even know why.

Danny grabbed her by the waist and fought down a blush before turning them both intangible. They phased through the school walls towards the front of the school building. Letting her land softly, Danny stayed afloat a few inches off the ground, not trusting his knees because he was sure they felt like jelly and wouldn't hold his weight. He looked at her and felt some sort of remorse.

"Uh, about what happened back there? I'm – I'm sorry for being a bad teammate and not showing up before..." he replied regretfully. He was supposed to be the hero, and what does he do? Almost get someone killed because he wasn't able to find an excuse to leave to transform. Oh God, did he feel so stupid and mean.

"Don't worry about it. You saved me, and that's what matters. I don't care if you showed up late, so stop beating yourself over it." Sam said. And before she even knew what she was doing, she latched herself onto Danny. Giving him probably the first hug she's ever given out willingly to anyone.

Danny blushed bright red. Holy crap, a girl is hugging me. What do I do? Danny panicked in his thoughts. And slowly, as if time stood still, he gingerly wrapped his arms around her and returned it. Oh god, this is embarrassing. I've never been hugged by a girl except for mom and Jazz in my entire life! And it sort of...feels nice...

But as soon as he started to enjoy it, she pulled away. A small bit of pink settled on her cheeks and she smiled sheepishly at him. Danny rubbed the back of his head and smiled back. A small and tense silence spread out between them. "My name's Samantha Manson, but call me Sam," She said at him in a friendly voice. She stretched her hand out towards him, "what's yours?"

Oh no...Danny quickly scrambled his mind for a name, anything cool. "My name's Danny...Phantom. Yeah, it's uh, Danny Phantom." He stuttered as he grabbed her hand shaking. Oh my god Danny, that was probably the stupidest name you've ever thought of. She's obviously going to figure out the connection of Danny Fenton to Danny Phantom! I mean, the last names practically are the same thing! Danny cursed himself for being so stupid.

"Nice to meet you, Danny Phantom." Sam smiled brightly. The name suited him, something human yet very mysterious.

"Pride and Prejudice, Ms Manson! Ms Manson, where on earth were you?"

Sam released Danny's gloved hand to look back and see Mr Lancer running towards her, a panicked expression fitted on his face. Sam looked back at Danny, who smiled, "Well, looks like that's my cue to leave."

"Wait! Will I – ever see you again?" Sam asked hesitantly. She didn't sound too needy or desperate, did she? It was just, he was so fascinating and different, and she wanted to learn so much more about him. Why wasn't he a bad ghost? How did he die? What kept him here from moving on? What did he want to achieve by helping people? Did he used to have a family? And where were they now? There were so many questions that plagued Sam's mind, so many answers that she wanted.

"I'll always be in the sky." He said softly, his glowing green eyes boring into her violet ones.

And with that, he took off onto the bright blue skies and fluffy clouds. A whispy ghost tail trailing on after him. Sam stared at his flying form growing smaller and smaller into the sky, a drunken smile played at her lips.

"Ms Manson. What happened to you? Are you alright?" Mr Lancer asked her worriedly as Sam turned around.

She still had the smile, and she replied in a breezy tone, "Never better Mr L."

Er, was this good? I think the ending was a little awkward and choppy but nyah, can't really think of anything else to write to make it better *shrugs* I know that this will sound needy but still, if you are reading this story and not reviewing, please do! A small one with one word I don't mind! Just at least give me an idea of who is reading this :) Argh, sorry if that sounded to clingy. :P

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