1Okay, I'm giving this a crack. If I'm way off, I'm sorry, but I'm trying to be as shallow as I possibly can be. Read the POV and you'll see why. Thank you for all the reviews so far. Please review at the end of this chapter, because reviews make me smile and skip around the house.

Paulina's POV

I don't know what Mr. Lancer is talking about right now and I really don't care. My thoughts are on that dreamy ghost boy, Danny Phantom. I didn't think that white hair like that could be gorgeous. And those eyes! Those glowing green eyes just make me want to melt. One day I will be his girlfriend.

He must have some interesting stories to tell. He's constantly fighting ghosts and saving the town. I don't understand why people hate him so much. At least he doesn't randomly attack the town. I noticed he hangs out here at school a lot. I think he likes me. Why else would he keep coming to Casper? It's so boring, especially Senor Lancer. Maybe he's just looking for a girlfriend. I fit the perfect girlfriend criteria. I'm pretty, I'm popular, and I'm a cheerleader. I wonder why he hasn't asked me out yet. Maybe he's too shy and hasn't worked up the nerve yet. Sorry, Phantom, but if you don't ask soon, I won't wait for you. I laugh to myself. Of course I would wait for him. I can see us being perfect together.

I begin doodling in my notebook. I draw a little heart with our initials in it and 4ever beneath them. I think I'm going to put this in my locker with the rest of my Danny Phantom memorabilia.

A shadow is cast on my paper. I look up. It's the goth girl. Class has ended and I didn't notice.

"Not that I care, but you're going to be late for your next class," says Sam. She looks at what I'm drawing. "More Danny Phantom stuff? Isn't your locker full enough?"

I glare at her. "We'll be together one day."

Sam laughs. "That's hilarious. What makes you think he wants to be with you?"

I stand up and straighten up to my full height. I have a few inches on Sam Manson. "The same thing every other boy in this school wants."

I look over her shoulder and see her two geeky friends standing at the door, watching and waiting. I zero in on Danny Fenton. I smirk.

"I'm pretty, I'm popular, and I'm a cheerleader," I say. "The only boy you can get is the freak ghost hunters' son."

"Hey!" snaps Sam.

I hit a nerve and I know it.

"You two lovebirds are so sad it's cute," I continue.

"We're not lovebirds!" Sam and Danny say at the same time.

I smirk again. Sam is a freak. She wears dark clothes, eats strange food, and hangs out with losers like Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton. Tucker is just a computer nerd who's easy to pick on. So is Danny. There's nothing special about either of them, especially Danny Fenton. He's mousy, always falls asleep in class, and his parents are grade A nutcases. Who wants to be around those guys? I certainly do not.

"Besides, at least I have a brain in my skull instead of delusions of grandeur and love for someone who doesn't want anything to do with you," says Sam. "At least I'm not so obsessed with being pretty that it takes up most of my time. At least I'm not hopelessly in love with the ghost boy that I have a shrine in my locker complete with candles."

Sam turns on her combat boot heel and storms off. Danny and Tucker follow her out.

I sniff in contempt. No one wants anything to do with those three. Tucker's a nerd, Sam's a freak, and Danny is nothing special.

Okay, I gave it a shot. Let me know what you think. Vanity is not something I'm used to writing about or even doing for that matter.