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Samantha was grateful that Mr. Lancer was still in the detention room by the time detention was half was over with. Maybe he wouldn't leave her alone with them after all. Thank God for the skepticism of an ageing teacher.

Samantha knew she couldn't handle being alone in the same room with the other two. If Mr. Lancer left the room, even for just 5 seconds, she would be done for.

Not only was Samantha feeling guilt and compassion (two emotions she had always tried so hard to pretend she didn't have) because of Danny, but she was also starting to feel uncomfortable with him and Tucker. Why, you may ask? Well, about half way through chapter 9 in A Tale of Two Cities, Samantha looked up at the clock for a split second to see how much more time she had to finish reading said chapter and the rest of her homework. She had to do a double take, because she noticed Danny and Tucker gawking at her.

Now, normally this kind of behavior from people like Danny and Tucker wouldn't faze her. Losers and geeks were always staring at her. But.. this wasn't exactly 'staring'. As before stated, it was 'gawking', as if she had somehow shocked them. They looked at her as if she was an alien. Their gaping didn't even falter when she looked directly at them staring at her. If anything, it made them stare even harder (if that was even possible).

She slightly waved her hand in their direction, acknowledging them and signaling them to go back to whatever they were doing before they began staring at her. They both slowly complied.

As much as she hated to admit it, their staring had kind of made her self-conscious. Was her make-up running? Was her hair messy? Did she have something in her teeth? Did she not look perfect? Did she look fat, ugly, or inelegant?

God, why did she even care what they thought of her? They were nerds, nobodies! Their opinion wasn't important. So what if they had seen her slouch a little? It didn't matter if they thought she was perfect, who were they going to tell their thoughts about her to? Their parents? Pets? Diary?

She shouldn't even be thinking about them. She should be thinking about the book in her hand that she has to read and the many, many, assignments that she has to finish by tomorrow. She doesn't have time to feel guilty or think about any imperfections other people may or may not see in her.

Practically lost in her thoughts, she subconsciously looked up at the clock to see if she still had enough time to finish reading the chapter. She did.


About 20 minutes later, detention was over with and Samantha had made shockingly productive progress on her work. That's basically a fancy way of saying that she practically finished.

Samantha gathered the papers that were scattered across her desk and made her way out of the room, relieved that she made it through the day Danny-free.

She spoke to soon.

The minute she walked out of the school she was greeted by Danny's face and Tucker's sarcasm. "Well, it's nice to know you were in a hurry to get out of school Samantha. I thought you were the one with a life here?"

She rolled her eyes at the African-American techno-geek, "Sorry that I can't walk my fastest in my Gucci stilettos. Fashion comes before agility you know. It's really something you should keep in mind for future purposes, seeing as you have neither."

Samantha didn't bother to stop and make idle chit-chat with the two losers. She wasn't lying earlier when she told Mr. Lancer her schedule was complex and filled to the brink, because it really was. If she didn't make it to the hospital within the next 10 minutes the strict doctor whom she was volunteering for would make her help for an extra 20-30 minutes, thus setting her whole schedule out of whack.

It didn't matter that she didn't stop though, because nerds are so clueless! They continued to follow her. "Hm.. You seem to be walking pretty fast right now Samantha.." Tucker retorted.

Samantha didn't hesitate to reply, "As you said earlier, Sucker, I'm the one with the life here. And you wanna know what people with lives have? They have places to be! Now I have to go to the hospital to do my volunteer work that's required if I want to become valedictorian when we graduate in three years." With those sassy words out of her mouth, she hopped in her car, and was about to drive off when, finally, Danny spoke up.

"Wait! Samantha.. This is really important! We need your help. It involves.." He let his voice lower as he looked around to see if anybody was listening in on their conversation (As if anybody was around?), before he whispered, "Ghosts."

Samantha rolled her eyes at his impeccancy, he acted like saying the word 'ghost' would cause him to get possessed. "Sorry, Casper, but I'll have to take a rain check. I'm way to busy to be concerned with such superfluous, trivial matters."

When she let those words slip past her lips, she drove away without a second thought.

Okay, maybe a teensy weensy, little part of her kind of cared about what he had to say. But sadly, that was the same part of Samantha that she had kept hidden deep within the catacombs of her heart. She just had to keep reminding herself: If you don't hang around them and let them distract you, you can keep this act going on forever and ever. No one will ever know that you're really just a scared little girl hidden in the shell of a heartless, snobby, bitch.


The rest of her day went by fine. At least, up until a certain point.

She made it to the hospital in time and got her volunteer work out of the way. Then she drove to Paulina's house (a house almost as extravagant as her own) and hung out with her two besties. They talked about all of the usual stuff; boys, clothes, and rumors. For a while she almost thought that everything would go back to normal, that her mind would never be haunted with Danny's screams ever again. She even kept on believing it when she went to the store to pick up things for her elderly grandmother. She would never have to see Danny or Tucker again. This whole thing would blow over and they would just forget that she ever gave them the time of day.

Then she got home though, and lying to herself became harder. I know what your probably thinking, that she had some sort of an epiphany in her bedroom, but that wasn't the case at all.

When she got home she sat her grandma's groceries on the kitchen counter and walked straight up to her room, setting her bookbag down near her desk. Everything seemed normal at first. She was about to go back downstairs and help her parents prepare for dinner, when she noticed two figures standing on her balcony.

"What are you doing her?!" She scream-whispered as she marched out to her balcony to confront them.

"Oh, nothing. You know, just chilling." Danny replied nonchalantly.

"How do you even know where I live?" She wondered out loud.

"Samantha, your the most popular girl in school. Everyone knows where you live." Tucker said as if it was common knowledge.

"Well, Mr. Omniscient, do you mind telling me why you guys are at my house at 8:30 at night?" She asked, a little harsher than she intended, though that didn't bother her.

Before he could even answer Danny cut in, "What is this, 20 Questions?"

"Oh, haha. You're very funny Danny. A true comedian. But I'm being serious! My parents would KILL me if they saw me actually talking to people like you. I'm already grounded for a month because I snuck out of detention with you two! If they saw you at my house at night, they would probably kill us both."

"Fine, fine." Danny said, "We'll leave. But we need to tell you something really important first."

"Danny, I told you! I want no part in you stupid little ghost fantasy!" she said, trying her hardest to make them leave as soon as possible.

"It's not a fantasy!" He snapped, "I actually saw ghosts! I can almost guarantee you that those won't be the last ghosts that I'll see too. And besides.. It's your fault we're in this mess. You might as well help us clean it up."

"That's the thing! I don't have time to help you clean it up!"

"You know, you keep saying that, but I feel like it's more than that. I feel like you have other reasons for not wanting to help us!"

"Yeah! I do! I am crammed with homework every night. I have to volunteer places, plan cheerleading routines, AND keep up with the latest fashions! I have spent my whole life surrounding myself with 'cool' people! If I started hanging out with you guys out of no where, it would be social suicide! Plus, my parents wouldn't approve. You wanna know what happened the last time my parents didn't approve of someone I hung out with? They got a restraining order against them!"

"Well, you're the one that convinced me to go into the portal, thus resulting in me turning it on! Also resulting in me getting freak powers! You wanna know what I saw last night? Ghost bees! A huge swarm of them! They were 10x more powerful than normal bees. They could've done some serious damage to me! Imagine what would have happened if it hadn't been me, a kid who was raised by ghost hunters and just so happens to have superpowers. They could have killed someone, and they're just bees! I'm sure there are ghosts 1000x more menacing than them, and if they come and attack the whole town, it'll be your fault."

Samantha didn't like the feeling her conscience was giving her, or what she was about to say. "Fine! I'll help you and Sucker with the stupid ghosts. But here are the rules!

"1. Talk to me while we're in school and I kill you.

"2. Talk to me while I'm around anyone I know and I'll kill you.

"3. Don't think this makes us friends."


OMG CHAPTER 11!

I wrote this chapter differently than my other chapters.. and I kinda like it. I know.. it's been a few months. Huge surprise there, I got really busy out of nowhere. But.. rest assured, I will not give up on this story! That is why I stayed up all night writing this! And.. If I do say so myself.. I'd say this is my best chapter yet ;)

But I'll let my reviewers decide that...

Speaking of my reviewers! Thank you for being so patient and NOT giving up on me. I swear I'm like bipolar or something though, cause I'll like go through stages where I don't feel like writing, and then I'll go through stages where I stay up all night writing (like right now..). So.. if my reviewers want to blame anyone for the delay on this chapter.. blame mental illness!

Next chapter... Well.. I don't wanna give away any details just yet.. but let me tell you... I don't think anyone's going to expect what's going to happen next chapter. (; Review and I'll update faster?