AN: I'm back again, and I brought another chapter with me. Thank you to everyone who's reviewed so far. (I probably should have said that earlier). Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Sam stared in shock at the wrinkled paper in her hands. I have to show this to Danny, she realized, He couldn't have seen this. He didn't know he was dead. Now, where would I find him? She figured her best bet was the park where she had first encountered him. She continued her trek to the park, to meet up with the ghost boy.
When she entered the area, she looked around for Danny. She spotted his shock of white hair in a secluded area of trees. "Danny, I need to show you something!"
Danny turned at the sound of her voice, "What is it? Did something happen?" Sam smoothed out the paper, and handed it to Danny. A look of confusion passed across his face, "An old newspaper?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"No, this article." She pointed to the article about Danny. His eyes widened as he read the article, shock clear on his face.
"This-this is about me. This is about me and my parents. They're suspects in my death?" Danny asked in a perplexed voice, clearly confused. "I wonder how my parents are. I mean, I did die. That can't be easy on them." Danny's face fell. The thought of how his death had affected his parents brought down his mood, and it was visible in his body language.
An idea struck Sam suddenly. "I could see how they're doing. I'll say I'm a friend of yours from, um, where would I know you from, anyways?" The goth realized she didn't know where she could say she and Danny had met.
"Well since I was home-schooled, I didn't have a lot of friends, but you could say that I met you in the park, or online, or something. You'll think of something." Sam nodded as Danny spoke, also thinking of something she could say to Danny's parents.
"I could head over there now, if you want." The goth girl offered. She could see that Danny wished he could go as well, to see his parents too. "Why don't you come with me? I don't know where you live anyways, so you would have to show me the way."
Danny perked up instantly at the thought of seeing his parents. "Sure! Let's go now! Follow me!" With that he took off running through the park, with Sam chasing after him. He led her through the streets, to a house with a strange metal contraption on top of it. A large neon sign in the shape of an arrow said Fenton Works.
"Wow. That's...extravagant." Sam stared at the building for a moment, before shaking herself out of her shock. She walked up the stairs to the door, and raised her fist to knock. She rapped on the door three times, before a ginger-haired girl answered it.
The girl appeared to be only a couple years older than Sam herself. She had bright blue eyes, and wore a frown on her face. She was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt, with blue jeans and black flats. "Hello, can I help you?" The girl questioned Sam, though her heart didn't seem to be in it.
"Um, I'm a friend of Danny's." Sam answered her. The girl tensed up at the mention of Danny, and her eyes shone with tears she seemed to be trying to hold in.
"I'm Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz. I'm Danny's sister. How did you know Danny, anyways?" Jazz narrowed her eyes. She seemed suspicious. "He never mentioned you."
"We met online." Sam said, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. "In a chat room." Jazz nodded, seeming to accept this answer. "I'm Sam, by the way."
"Come on in." Jazz stepped out of the doorframe, to make room for Sam. "My parents are in the lab. I think inventing seems to help. It distracts them, helps them not to think of Danny. I think they're guilty. I mean, one of their inventions killed Danny." Jazz led the younger girl into what appeared to be the living room. "I would feel guilty too."
Danny trailed behind Sam as Jazz led the way. On a side table next to the couch sat a photograph of Jazz, a large man, an older woman, and a boy with black hair and blue eyes, who Sam assumed was Danny before he died. "How are you? It couldn't have been easy for you, or your parents."
Jazz nodded, "It isn't. It really, really isn't. It's been hard on everybody, but my parents are in some sort of trance. They're in denial. I'm not. I don't have a distraction. I have to face every day, with the knowledge that my little brother is dead. So, I'm not doing too well." Jazz took a deep breath.
"Um, should I go?" The longer she stayed here, the faster she was realizing that she should have planned this out more, rather than knocking on a stranger's door and saying she was a friend of their deceased relative.
Jazz sighed, "That would probably be for the best, yeah." The older girl stood up from her spot on the couch. "I'll show you out."
Sam followed her to the door, and exited the house. "I'm sorry for dropping by like this so suddenly. It won't happen again." She said apologetically.
"It's fine, but I think I need some time before I can really talk to somebody about Danny." She closed the door, leaving Sam standing on the porch.
"Well, that went horribly." Danny said. "Next time, we'll think of a better plan." Danny turned and headed back to the park. "I guess I'll see you later." He waved at Sam as he walked away.
"Bye." Sam replied. She grabbed her phone from her pocket, and glanced at the screen. Her eyes widened as she read the text. Young lady, you better have a good excuse for not coming immediately home! She typed back a message, and read it before hitting send. Sorry, I'm on my way home now. She walked down the streets to her house, and opened the front door, ready to face her mother's anger for the second time that day.
When she entered the house, her mother had been waiting for her by the door. "Samantha Manson, we need to have a talk. And you're not getting out of this." Pamela dragged her daughter to the living room. "Sit down." She pointed the younger girl to the luxurious couch.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I lost track of time. Besides, it's not like anything happened." Yeah, nothing happened. Other than meeting a dead boy, and having an incredibly awkward conversation with his sister. Sam stood up from her seat on the couch and walked out of the room.
Behind her Pamela fumed. "You are not allowed to leave your room, for anything besides school for two weeks. If I find that you have snuck out again, I will have to extend your punishment until I know I can trust you."
Sam scowled as she stomped up the stairs. "Fine." She was lying, obviously. There was no way she was going to stay in her room, because her mother had told her to. She wouldn't be able to talk to Danny if she did. So, now all she had to do was think of a plan to get out of her room, without her mother finding out.
AN: So, what did you think? I'd love some feedback. Tell me if this is good or bad.
