Hello again. This is the most recent of my drabble/one-shots. As promised, it is non-Maddie-centric.

Summary: Sam's Mom takes a magazine quiz.

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Pamela Manson, more commonly known as Pam, was sitting in her oversized dining room reading a magazine on a bright Sunday morning. She was currently skimming through an article called "Teenagers: When to Call for Help." After reading it over for a bit and gathering mental notes, she flipped the page. On it was a quiz: "Teen trouble." She picked up a pen and decided to take it.

1. Does your teen spend his/her free-time…

A. With his/her friends

B. Dating

C. Doing a hobby

D. I don't know

Pam tapped her pen against her chin. After a moment, she circled A.

2. What does your teen do with his/her friends?

A. Go to the mall and/or local eatery

B. Hang out and chat

C. Whatever they can come up with at the moment

D. I don't know

A grimace placed itself on the mother's face as she circled D.

3. What types of clothes does your teen wear?

A. Generic

B. Revealing or form-fitting

C. Comfortable and inconspicuous

D. Dark and/or rebellious

Again, she was forced to circle D.

4. How well do you know his/her friends?

A. Quite well

B. I know most of them

C. I've met them a few times

D. I don't know his/her friends

She pondered this for a moment before marking C.

5. Do you like his/her friends?

A. Yes, they are nice children

B. Some of them

C. I don't really know them enough

D. No

That was easy. Definitely D.

6. Does your teen shut you out?

A. No, he/she is very open with me

B. Only occasionally

C. He/she is a bit withdrawn

D. Yes, he/she completely shuts me out

Pam's face formed a delicate frown as her pen moved around D once more.

7. How often does your teen date?

A. Every now and then

B. About every week

C. Hardly ever

D. He/she's only been on one date or less

This was becoming frustrating. As a result of that, she almost tore through the paper surrounding the last letter.

8. How often is your son/daughter home?

A. He/she balances out his/her time well

B. A small, but decent portion of the time

C. He/she is home almost all day

D. He/she is hardly ever home

She took a deep breath as she answered the final question. D once again. She scrolled down to the answer key and located her section. She wasn't very happy.

Your teen is in big trouble. He/she is on a road that leads right away from you and into danger. His/her life can be very stressful or difficult to handle. You should probably work on talking with him/her a bit more and becoming more open. Get involved. Also, I'd check up on them as soon as possible.

The woman frowned and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. Samantha was actually home at the moment. Carefully, she placed the magazine and pen back on the table and stood up. Her dainty footsteps were barely audible as she climbed the stairs. Finally, she reached her daughter's door.

Pam was about to knock when she heard voices from the other side. She listened closely for a moment.

"I can't believe Skulker and Technus actually tried teaming up. I just hope the Skulktech isn't in my future," a male voice said.

"Yeah, considering how bad they managed to get you this time. They won't last another day in partnership, though. They'll annoy the heck out of each other." That was definitely Samantha.

Suddenly, she heard the boy yelp softly in pain.

"Danny, stay still," Sam snapped.

Now overwhelmed with her curiosity and anxiety, Pam opened the door just a crack. The two didn't seem to hear her. What she saw next caught her attention. There, on the floor, were her daughter and Danny Phantom. Sam was trying to put bandages around his arm, but he kept wincing every now and then.

The mother had half a mind to charge right in and shoo away the ghost boy. However, the other half was intent on eavesdropping.

"You know, you're just lucky you have me around or else you'd go unconscious from losing all of that ectoplasm," Sam stated.

The ghost boy gave her a little smile. "Yeah, I really am. Thanks."

She finished up wrapping his arm. "That's the last of them."

He stood up and then helped lift her to her feet. He rolled down his sleeve and placed his glove back on. "Thanks again, Sam. I meant what I said. I really am lucky to have a friend like you."

Sam looked down for a moment before glancing back up. "Just…be careful next time." A blush rose to both their cheeks before she amended with, "I-I don't want ectoplasm all over my carpets, you know? The stuff's hard to get out."

Danny laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, I guess I'll be going now." He gave her a clumsy mock salute before flying off through the open window. Sam leaned on the sill and let a smile cross her face as she stared after him.

Pam left in a daze. She wandered all the way down the stairs and to the dining room table once more. Her eyes fell upon the quiz again. She made a mental note to watch her daughter much more carefully. This was teen trouble.

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What'd you think? Good? Bad? Bring back the Maddie-centric? Get more original? Try to be interesting for once?

Oh, yes, and I just stumbled across a bunch of both finished and unfinished drabbles, so be expecting some more soon.