Sam had just arrived to school and headed down to her locker to collect some of the books she needed for first period. Her locker was becoming more and more disorganised with every visit; her books were beginning to tare at the ends and a mass of file sheets were beginning to pile up at the back, most of them drawings. But, she was usually too busy ghost fighting or keeping up her grades to do anything about it! Besides, she didn't care much! Suddenly, an unstable textbook fell causing an avalanche of books to fall at her feet. Sam growled in frustration and proceeded to pick them up.
"I am so not in the mood for this!" she muttered to herself.
For her, it had been a long night; having suffered 2 hours of her parents' ramblings about what she had done earlier that morning. They had somehow managed to link all of the things she had done wrong that month into the lecture and had tried to ban her from hanging out with Tucker and Danny from now on, believing they were the culprits. Fortunately, Sam had won the argument…again! But, that was yesterday; time for a clean start on a new day…
"Hey Goth Geek, it's a bit late for spring cleaning!"
Sam groaned inwardly and glared up in anger at the preppy A-list, Paulina.
'Why is it always me?! Oh, I guess she hasn't noticed her locker yet!' Sam chuckled internally.
"For your information Paulina, my books saw you coming and tried to make a run for it!"
"Tsk…books can't run!"
'Well done!' Sam thought tediously as she raised an eyebrow at Paulina.
"So what are you singing for the fund raiser freak?" Paulina continued in a bored tone, examining her nails.
Sam slammed shut her locker and turned to face Paulina with a hand on her hip and an aggravated look in her eye.
"I'm singing Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls and I just know the 'Ghost Boy' will looove it!"
'Urgh, she's such an arrogant little witch!' Sam thought angrily.
Sam could feel her temper rise at Paulina's statement, but decided to not let it get the better of her. She kept her cool persona, which caused Paulina to raise an eyebrow in surprise and disappointment.
"Whatever you say Paulina!" she laughed sarcastically before walking off.
"He will love it!" she retaliated, "I know he will!"
"Yep, just keep telling yourself that!" Sam shouted back before heading off to Lancer's class.
"Class…I have some news about the fund raiser…" started Mr Lancer cautiously.
The class immediately quietened down to hear what he had to say with high interest.
"I'm…sorry to announce that the fund raiser…has been postponed until sometime next week-"
"NEXT WEEK!"
"AAWW!"
"SAKE!"
"I can't BELIEVE this!"
"YOU SUCK LANCER!"
"STUDENTS!" roared Mr Lancer.
All of the students stopped groaning and complaining, but each held a look of annoyance at their teacher.
"Path of Destruction! Don't shoot the messenger!" he cried in anger.
The class smirked at his reaction, but were still upset about the whole 'fund raiser on hold' thing. Sam, however, was thrilled. A party was going on in her mind as she sighed with relief.
"Aw man! People won't be able to hear my wonderful talent!" Tucker groaned to Danny.
"You have talent?!" asked a stunned Danny.
"Shut up man, you know I do!" replied Tucker dully.
"Ok ok, but tell me- where've been hiding it for all these years!"
"Urgh, I give up!" sighed Tucker in annoyance.
Danny smiled and looked over to Sam who was grinning and staring out of the window dreamily.
"Don't get too upset now Sam!" he said in a hurt tone- he was, after all, singing with her.
"Huh? Oh, sorry Danny…you know how I feel about having to get up and sing. I'm so glad it's been put off for a while!" she sighed happily.
"Well, you seem to be the only one! Everyone else is bummed out!"
"You don't actually want to sing, do you?" she asked incredulously.
"I don't mind singing, especially since I won't be on my own!" he smirked at her suggestively.
"Yes, thank you for reminding me!" she rolled her eyes at him, "Did you check for songs…not that it matters anyway?"
"They're no good." He replied bluntly as he looked away.
Sam raised an eyebrow, but before she could question him further, Mr Lancer started the lesson, with great difficulty I might add!
"Now, on with our lesson. I trust you've all read-"
'Blah blah blah blah blah! Does he ever shut up?!' Sam thought in boredom while rolling her eyes.
She took out her notebook, which had now become her personal 'Sketch book' and grabbed a pen. She skimmed through the pages to find a clean one and to relive some fantasy's she had drawn a while back; a zombie, a tiger with wings, and dark dragon glaring at her from the page, Danny…
She looked up from her page in fright, and with a slight blush might I add, to make sure no one had seen that last picture. From the looks of things, the students were too busy trying to ignore Lancer though some were actually writing notes. She released her held breath and turned the page, putting pen to paper. She tried not to think of anything and just let her hand move along the page blindly. Eyes began to roughly form on the page, then a nose, mouth…
Sam stopped what she was doing and looked at her drawing. It was beginning to look like Danny again. Sighing, she decided to give the drawing a new hairstyle and new taste in clothes to try and mask what she had started. She drew his hair to his shoulder with a long fringe covering one of his eyes and made him wear a long, leather jacket with a black T-shirt and long, baggy trousers. Her sketch was rough and the pen line went in different directions making it look rushed, but Sam really liked this type of drawing- it seemed more free and real and-
"Mrs Manson, what is your opinion?" asked Mr Lancer in his usual bored tone.
Sam's head shot up as she stared at him in confusion. She looked frantically at her friends for advice, but they simply shrugged at her with frightened looks on their faces.
"Mrs Manson, we don't have all day!"
Sam didn't want to admit to not paying attention in his class- she knew she would surely receive a detention for her ignorance, and she wasn't in the mood. So, she followed what her mind was screaming at her to do.
'WING IT YOU IDIOT! WING IT!'
"Um…I think that-"
BRRIIIIIIIINNG!
The class jumped from their seats and sped out of the classroom clutching their books in their arms. Sam gasped in relief and ran out of the classroom, closely followed by Danny and Tucker.
"That was a close one!" she muttered when she was far away enough from Lancer.
"Yeh, saved by the bell, huh?!" stated Tucker sarcastically.
"Why didn't you guys help me?!" she asked as she hit them both playfully in the arm.
"Hey, your smart! You could have just winged it!" exclaimed Danny.
"I did!" she started before realizing, "…you weren't paying attention either, were you?!"
"…No…!" admitted Tucker quietly after a few minutes of silence pasted.
She smirked.
"Uh-huh! And you Danny?"
"Oh, I was paying attention…I just didn't understand what he was talking about!" he muttered sheepishly.
Sam laughed at his expression and waved good-bye to them.
"See you guys at lunch!" she called to them.
"See ya, Sam!" Danny shouted back.
Danny and Tucker went into their history classroom leaving Sam to make her way to her art room.
Don't wanna bore you so, later at Lunch…"How was art?" asked Danny as Sam took her seat beside him at the cafeteria.
"Hilarious! Paulina was trying to get a wooden board from on top of the filing cabinet; she knocked over a tray of acrylic and it fell all over her!" Sam smiled in glee.
"HA! Stroked her!" laughed Tucker.
"Oh look, she's still got green acrylic in her hair!" chuckled Sam.
The three friends looked over to her table to find her trying to brush the paint out of her silk hair. Sam and Tucker were attempting to stifle laughs, but at the sight of her hairbrush getting stuck in a mass of tangles, they erupted into roars of laughter. Danny, however, didn't find this amusing.
"Leave her alone you guys!" he hissed in annoyance.
"Why, she'd do the same if it happened to us!" stated Sam matter-of-factly.
"Ha…no Sam –laughter- we should go easy on her –snort- after all it could be worse…" reasoned Tucker.
They both looked back to her table to find she was standing. She had several hairbrushes now attached to her hair and Star was now frantically pulling at one to get it out, causing her to scream in pain. Tucker and Sam looked at each other for a moment before bursting into fits of laughter once more.
"I think it's just got worse!" Sam gasped through bouts of laughter.
Danny watched them with his arms crossed until they both relaxed a little.
"You done?!" he asked in aggravation.
"Almost!" gasped Tucker.
"You guys are unbelievable! I can't believe you would just laugh at her like that."
"Why not? It an amusing situation!" replied Sam.
"You wouldn't like it if people laughed at you."
"To be honest, I wouldn't care! Its preps like her that think getting your hair messed up is the end of the world! Besides, I wasn't the only one laughing-"
"Don't drag me into this! This is between you two lovebirds!"
"WE'RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!" they both cried in unison.
"Whatever!" Tucker rolled his eyes.
"Besides, she deserves it!" continued Sam, quickly becoming ticked off.
"For what, she didn't do anything!"
"Maybe not to you, but she's been annoying me since this morning."
"Why?! She hasn't done anything!" argued Danny.
"SHE CALLED ME A FREAK!"
"EVERYONE CALLS YOU A FREAK!"
Sam blinked and stared at Danny in surprise, anger and sadness. Danny stopped what he was saying and reached out to hold her hand.
"That came out wrong…"
Sam pulled her hand away from him and got up from their table.
"Sam!" he called after her.
She ignored him calling to her and stormed out of the lunch hall.
"Oh man!" he groaned.
Tucker watched his friend bang his head several times off the table and shook his head.
"You always pick Paulina over her!" he said in disgust.
"What should I do?" he looked up at him desperately.
"Go apologize to her!"
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