I haven't thought of a snappy title for this one yet, but it will come to me. This is something that I've had in my head forever. Basicly, I'm putting myself in the DP world with a few twists. My character is Macy in here, her look is pretty much me and so is her personality, but her life is totally fictional. I can't say anythign else about her becasue it's top secret and will be up soon!


Chapter 1—

"Oh great, someone else who gets to hate me," Danny groused as he watched the windows of Amity's new bakery.

While he watched it with trepidation, his best friend Tucker was practically drooling at the mouth. If anyone knew anything about Tucker, they would know one of two things: for one he was a techno geek, and for the other, he loved to eat. Being dramatic didn't fall in the list since everyone in the whole county knew that. Danny's other friend, Sam, seemed caught between liking it and loving it; if they served anything vegetarian, then she might like it. Danny wasn't concerned on what they served, it was the people running it that he would keep an eye on.

"Stop being so pessimistic and paranoid," Sam said, slapping him in the arm at seeing his scowl.

"Sorry if I can't help it," Danny snapped back. "With everyone blasting at my back lately I haven't gotten much sleep and with that bounty still out on my head I have to be extra careful around my parents."

Sam understood him, but that didn't mean he had to be such a jerk; he was taking over her Goth look for crying out loud! He dressed in nothing but black anymore and he had that scowl on his face for the past few months that Sam thought it had actually frozen there.

"Let's just get to school," Sam said, taking a step but Tucker's gasp stopped her.

She looked back over her shoulder to see a girl their age come out of the bakery. She was slim, but not anorexic, she was just scrawny without being overly thin. Her short hair was a dark brown, almost to the point of being red under the right light, and her eyes were a grey-green hazel. She loved stripes apparently since her headband and her long-sleeved shirt were striped. Her head band was black and white while her shirt was different shades of green. She wore a short sleeve over the long striped one, a dusty rose color that Sam actually didn't cringe at, and her jeans were slim until they hit the ground in a wide-boot cut. The bottom half of her pants were an eye-catching orange, but a light color that didn't confuse the eye or make it hurt. Her shoes were normal sneakers with light blue accents over the black. Sam also made a note of her ear-rings that were silver angel's wings, the whole outfit made her look normal yet very different at the same time.

The girl caught the voice of someone speaking behind her and she turned back around, spoke briefly to whoever it was, and turned back around to see the three staring at her. Instead of looking down and running off, like any new shy person would do, she smiled at them and waved—and walked up to them.

"Hey, name's Macy," she introduced herself to Sam first, proffering her hand to the Goth girl, "just moved here."

"I'm Sam," Sam said, a bit uncertain on what to do.

No one approached the three outcasts of Casper High, even a new person could tell who they were without introductions. Sam was pleased that someone decided to give them a chance, but it was a new feeling and she found herself a bit nervous around this person. Macy didn't seem nervous despite the fact that she didn't know them and that it looked like it was to be her first day at Casper High. The backpack on her shoulders told Sam that.

"High, I'm Tucker, Tucker Foley," Tucker pushed Sam out of the way so he could hit on the new girl.

"Macy Thompson," Macy smiled back at him, not creeped out in the least like any other girl would be. "Who's Mr. Doom and Gloom?"

Macy hooked her thumb over her shoulder at Danny who was scowling at her back. Macy had a smirk on her face as she said it, so it was just a tease, not an insult.

"That's Danny, don't mind him," Tucker waved his friend off. "He's just been having a rough time lately."

"Noted," Macy said, but a touch of sympathy was on her face, "are you all headed to Casper High?"

"Yep, in fact we'll be late if we don't hurry," Sam said, looking at her watch. "Why don't you walk with us?"

"That would be great," Macy said looking relieved. "We just moved and I haven't had a chance to see the town yet."

"Then I'll give you the grand tour!" Tucker said excitedly.

"Um, that would be great," Macy seemed to be getting the message now, but a smile was still on her face. "Sam and Danny will be there too right?"

Sam snickered in her hand and Danny managed a ghost of a smile at that. Tucker looked a little shocked and dismayed, but it flew over him and he was his regular bouncy self again.

"Of course," he reassured Macy, "I wouldn't go anywhere without these guys."

"Even the bathroom?" Macy laughed.

Sam laughed that time and Danny only shuddered at the mental image of that.

"I wouldn't go that far," he said under his breath.

"Ah, the stone speaks," Macy said, turning her head to Danny. "I don't bite you know, and I've been bitten by worse then you."

Danny lifted a brow at her and she only smirked.

"Ah, school," Tucker said as they entered the building, "it smells of books, lockers, and fear."

"No, that's just you're homemade cologne again," Sam quipped as she walked past him to her locker.

"Hey, at least I don't smell like a sweaty cookie anymore!" Tucker as he followed, Danny trailing behind with Macy.

"Uh, do I want to know?" Macy asked Danny as Sam got to her locker.

"Tucker is always trying to catch a girl," Danny informed her. "In Freshman year, he made a body spray that would smell different to each person who smelled him, but it kind of backfired on him."

But not with those ghost bugs, Danny remembered as he thought back on it.

"Interesting, he's not using it again is he?" Macy asked.

"No," Sam said shutting her locker, "come on, I'll take you to the office to get your stuff."

"Thanks Sam, see you later guys," Macy waved to them as Sam took her down a different hallway, talking the whole time.

"She's awesome!" Tucker nearly jumped in the air. "She didn't run away when I tried to hit on her, and she's talking with Sam, Sam doesn't talk to any girl who smiles that much."

"She is interesting," Danny commented. "She threw a good few punches, she already knows how to work around us."

"I wonder what it will be like when A-list gets a look at her."

"Don't know Tuck," Danny shrugged, but he knew.

Macy would look at them and see what losers they were and just go her own way, leaving them alone. It saddened Danny for some reason to see Macy go, it felt like he was going to lose a good friend that he had only known for maybe half an hour.


So far, Macy wasn't in any of Danny's classes, but when fourth period rolled around, Macy and Sam walked in together, both of them laughing at some sort of joke.

"What's so funny?" Danny asked them as they came to sit beside him, Sam behind him and Macy on his left.

"Nothing, girl joke," Sam said, patting Danny on the shoulder, "you wouldn't get it."

"Uh huh," Danny said, not convinced but he shrugged it off. "Where's Tuck?"

"Right here," Tucker said, pushing the AV equipment into the room with difficulty.

Macy got up from her seat and helped Tucker to roll the bulky TV and attachments into the room and set it up right behind Mr. Lancer's desk—just as Paulina walked in. The Latina looked at Macy for a moment, than she saw Tucker and frowned.

"Why are you helping that loser?" Paulina asked Macy, as if baffled that someone like her would help a techno geek.

"He needed help," Macy said simply.

"Well, you should know, since you're new, that those three are untouchables," Paulina sneered.

Macy frowned, than she put her hand on Tucker's shoulder and brought it back, looking at her palm as if for contamination.

"They're pretty touchable to me," Macy said turning back to Paulina.

"Not what I meant," Paulina said rolling her eyes. "I meant that these guys are weirdoes and if you don't want it to rub off on you, you had better stay clear of them."

"Weirdness isn't an illness that you can catch," Macy said, putting her hands on her hips and frowning at the Latina. "People are people, not objects you can label. Trust me, in some places, you would be considered the ugliest thing men had ever seen."

The whole room stopped at that. Some students gasped and dropped a book they were holding. Sam was smiling like the cat that ate the canary and the boys' jaws had dropped. Paulina was fuming and Macy was waiting for a reply patiently.

"Sword in the Stone! What is going on here?" Mr. Lancer stomped into the room, looking angry.

"She said that I was ugly!" Paulina whined like a little girl.

"Oh please," Macy rolled her eyes and turned to Mr. Lancer. "I was simply trying to make a point. She was saying some things about Sam, Tucker, and Danny and I just said that in some places that she would be considered un-weddable. I was trying to get her to empathize."

Mr. Lancer thought for a moment then nodded.

"This is true Ms. Sanchez," the teacher said. "In some places, women eat all they can to get over weight since that is what the men like, unlike here where people don't eat at all. I see you're point Ms—"

"Thompson."

"Ms. Thompson, and I applaud you for your efforts, but I'm afraid that you're efforts are a lost cause. I want you all to take a seat, and thank you Mr. Foley for bringing in the TV."

Tucker nodded in Mr. Lancer's direction and took his seat on Danny's right. Macy resumed her seat and listened intently as Mr. Lancer began class. Danny day-dreamed through most of it and found himself napping in the middle of class—again.

"YOW!!"

Danny shot up out of his seat and rubbed his rear as the whole class jumped with him and stared. Danny saw that he was the center of attention once again and saw that Mr. Lancer looked more baffled then angry.

"Mr. Fenton, is there a problem?" Lancer asked.

"Yeah, it felt like I was sitting on a really big porcupine," Danny described as he looked in his seat—which was free of anything sharp and pointy.

"Mr. Fenton, if you will see me after class," Lancer said, as if it was routine and it had become such over the past year.

Danny only grumbled and took his seat again. On a whim, he looked at Sam and Tucker, but they looked just as confused as he did. He looked over to Macy, but she had her head down, a blush rising up her ear tips. Now why would she be embarrassed, unless she had something to do with it?

Danny shook his head. Even if he was paranoid, there was no way Macy could have done anything, right?