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Chapter 8: Meeting Jazz Fenton
Sam sighed, bored in her desk as she waited for the bell to ring. It was almost the beginning of summer vacation and with it, came the freedom to do what she wanted. And what she wanted was to go up to the castle and see Tucker, Danny, and Phantom again . . . She sighed once more and then glared over at Paulina who was tapping her 'perfectly manicured' fingernails on her desk annoyingly.
Paulina didn't even seem to notice, she was so wrapped up in her own little world. Sam loathed the girl. Not only because she wore an insane amount of pink, but because she was a shallow little . . . witch . . . Sam, in her non-popular life at school was often not even looked at, mostly because the 'populars' were too afraid to mess with her after the first day of freshmen year when she made a football player who had been trying to harass her go from baritone to falsetto with just one jab of the knee.
A smile played over Sam's face as she remembered that day . . . Good times . . . good times . . . She was startled out of her reverie as the bell rang and with a cheer, her classmates all got up and left the room. Sam packed up the few things that weren't in her bag and quickly left after everyone else . . . only to get tripped in the hallway by none other than Dash Baxter, Paulina's boyfriend. Her bag burst open and her books all trailed across the floor, much to the bystanders amusement as they laughed.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" a feminine voice said angrily, before Sam could even scowl at her situation.
The laughter died off in a series of hushed and awed whispers as a red headed girl, walked over to Sam and reached down to give her a helping hand. "Thanks." Sam muttered softly, wondering why this girl was even helping her.
The girl just smiled and Sam's liking of her plummeted . . . She was WAY to preppy. "Don't mention it!" she chirped and then turned to Dash. "Now, why don't you apologize to this girl here and admit that you did it because you feel insecure about yourself?" she said as she pointed a finger at him.
"Uh . . ." Dash muttered stupidly. "What're you talking about?" he asked, his voice one of utter confusion.
Sam rolled her eyes as Paulina scowled at the red-head and pulled Dash away, no doubt to torment some other poor soul. The red-head sighed frustratedly. "I swear, I come back here to clean out my locker and everything goes nuts." she said as she opened her locker and started shoving her books into her backpack.
Sam wasn't really paying attention to the books, but a picture that was taped to the inside of the locker certainly caught her attention. It was the girl, obviously quite younger from the short hair and chubby cheeks, and a boy . . . who looked like . . . "Danny?" she muttered, without really knowing that she had said anything.
The girl stiffened and looked at Sam with wide eyes. "Wh-what?" she asked, blinking furiously.
Sam pursed her lips and quickly tore her eyes from the picture as she realized her mistake. "N-Nothing." she said quickly, but the older girl had caught her and had taken the picture off of the locker door and was now shoving it in her face.
"No, you said 'Danny'! How do you know the name of the boy in this photo?! Have you seen my brother?!" she asked with a hopeful kind of desperation.
Sam growled and took a hold of the girl's arm shoving it away. "Get that picture out of my face so I can breathe!" she said angrily.
The girl looked hurt. "Sorry . . . it's just that . . ." she sighed and turned back to her locker. "Never mind, forget that I said anything." she said softly.
Great, now Sam felt bad. "No . . . I shouldn't have snapped." she said with a sigh and then started to pick up her neglected textbooks. "So . . . um . . ." Sam wanted to keep up the conversation with the girl, oddly enough. She couldn't remember if Danny had mentioned having a sister or not . . . She supposed she could ask him when she saw him again . . . She finished packing up her things. "Bye!" she said quickly as she left, anxious to get back to her house so that she could go to the castle. She then realized something. She had never gotten the name of that red-head!
She realized something else. She had her yearbook. Sam grinned and then sat down on the nearest bench before riffling through her bag to pull out the slender book of high school memories. She instantly flipped to the Senior section and looked down the list. Her eyes stopped on the red-haired, preppy girl . . . there was no mistaking her . . . and her eyes widened at the name under the photo . . . Jazz Fenton . . .
End Chapter 8
