Summary: Every friendship has a beginning.
Characters: Jazz, Danny, Tucker, and Sam
Prompt: Trio

Day Thirty

"Come on, Danny," Jazz said impatiently as she tugged on the little boy's arm, pulling her reluctant brother through the halls. "It's not that scary."

"Not for you, maybe," Danny grumbled, trying but failing to dig his heels into the tiled flooring and stop their progress.

Jazz halted and turned around to stare at her brother with his head down and bright blue eyes looking away from her. Even at six, Danny could be as stubborn as any one born in the Fenton family. She sighed tiredly as she placed her hands on his shoulders. "I know exactly how scary it can be on the first day of school. I was scared my first day too. But it's really not all that scary. You'll make friends and start having tons of fun before you even know it. And if you ever need anything, you can always come to me for advice." She turned him and ushered him to the first grade classroom. "I'll see you after school." She gave him a gentle push through the door before heading off to her own class.

Danny hunched his shoulders, almost trying to bury his head in the collar of his shirt with the embarrassing Fenton logo with an F inside a green ghost on the front of it. He hadn't wanted to wear it, but his father practically forced the oversized shirt onto him. His tiny hands squeezed around the straps of his book bag as he glanced around the room already filled with other children his age. Nope, Danny thought to himself, already turning back around to the door.

He barely got one step toward the door when he bumped into someone, their foreheads smacking into each other. "Ow ow ow!" Danny crouched with his hands to his head, rubbing at the sore spot on his forehead.

"No!" cried the other boy. "I was so close to beating my record!"

Danny tilted his head up to stare at the other boy, wearing glasses and a red beret. "I'm sorry," he apologized with a frown. "I didn't mean to."

The boy turned his green eyes down onto him. "Hey, it's okay." He crouched down to put himself at the same eye level as Danny. "I can always try again. I'm Tucker." He stuck out his hand as he grinned widely.

Danny stared hesitantly at the hand before him. "I'm Danny." He shook it as a smile slowly stretched onto his face. Maybe going to school wouldn't be all that scary after all.

"You're in the way."

Both boys turned their heads up to the irate girl standing in the doorway. She had her hands on her hip as her violet eyes glared down at them.

"Now, Samantha, don't be rude." A woman turned the girl's head to her, licking a thumb before she swiped against the girl's face to clean away a smudge of dirt. "How you make such a mess, I'll never know." She sighed as she tugged at the pink dress the girl wore. "You look just like a pretty princess."

"Ugh! Mom!" Samantha groaned, rubbing fiercely at the cheek her mother cleaned. "You're so embarrassing." She folded her arms as she glowered at the woman. "And I don't want to be a pretty princess. I don't need some stupid prince to rescue me."

Her mother laughed awkwardly as she patted her daughter's head. "Try to make some friends. I'll pick you up after school." She kissed the girl on the top of the head before she left the room.

"Ugh, why do parents always do that?" Samantha grumbled before glancing at the two boys still crouching in stunned silence before her. "And it's Sam. Call me Samantha and you'll regret it. Now help me get this stupid thing off. I'm not walking around in this ugly dress all day."

Danny exchanged a confused look with Tucker, who shrugged uncertainly. Thankfully, they discovered after helping Sam get out of the hideous dress that she wore shorts and a T-shirt under it. Sam sighed in relief as she crammed the dress into her bag. Then she grinned at the pair of boys, seeming much happier now that she was wearing comfortable clothing. When the teacher called for her students to find a place to sit, Danny, Tucker, and Sam immediately grabbed desks right next to each other. Danny shared a grin with them. Yeah, maybe school was kind of cool after all.


midnight: Thanks~ =D

Just Will: Yeah. D: And a hard burden on Lancer to help the trapped souls of his students. orz I think I'm getting addicted to writing these little shorts as precursors to Doctor Dash. XD;; Jazz will find someone! D: Maybe. orz I can totally see Jazz being jealous of Danny. He had friends in the show. While we never really see Jazz with friends. We see her talking to people, but they never really come off as, you know, friends.

maltese: Vagueness can be fun~ 8D Allows the readers to come up with their own ideas. Jazz needs some happiness in her life! D:

MsFrizzle: I'm glad you enjoyed it. =) Thanks! =D I always worry about writing characters that young. D: It's a struggle for me as well, so I'm glad that people enjoy how I'm portraying them. =D

Phantom Girl 555: Yay! =D Thanks~ I'm glad their portrayal is coming off well. =) I'm happy people enjoy my writing style. 8D Sometimes I worry that I'm not descriptive enough in my writing, so I'm happy that people think my style makes depicting things seem easy. =)

Author's Note: Ah... yeah... I skipped over yesterday's theme. =( I'm still trying to come up with something for the "Talent Trade," but I'm just not getting any ideas from other people's fanfics and fanart right now.