Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-
Dani shifted uncomfortably in the social services car as she stared out the window at the bleak little town of Amityville. It was cold, the clouds looming overhead and threatening to rain, but so far nothing. She had actually enjoyed this little town. It was pretty quite, peaceful, everybody seemed to know everybody else and there were a few ghosts that lurked about, giving her an activity yet did not overwhelm her. She had spent her days occasionally stealing food, reading in the library and sneaking into movie theaters.
Until she got caught.
Dani was caught stealing a pair of shoes and sent to juvie. They had demanded to know her parents so that they could inform them of the situation, but Dani was forced to admit that she didn't have any parents. So when her month in juvie was up, social services collect her.
"You'll love this new home," the lady sitting in the driver's seat promised her as they pulled into a driveway. "They're very loving parents with a son. He's about two years older than you."
Dani zoned out as she stared at her shoes. She hated them now. She was caught stealing them when her old shoes got so worn and torn, not to mention almost two sizes too small, that it was better to just go around barefoot. When she first saw them, she thought they were great with the dark material and snow-white laces and details. The stupid social services lady paid for the shoes she stole and gave them to her when she picked Dani up from juvie.
'They're the reason I'm being shipping to a home,' she scowled in her head. 'Stupid shoes. I have ghost powers, I can take care of myself.'
"Not to mention they-Oh look! Here we are!" she said cheerfully, undoing her seat belt and reaching in the back for her suitcase. Dani just stared at the house, not making any movement or attempt to get out of the car. It looked decent.
"Hon, if you ever need anything, here is my phone number," she said, giving Dani her card. Dani stared at the name and number. "Well get out. We need to get inside so you can settle in."
Dani slowly undid her seat belt and crumbled the card in her hand before shoving it into her pocket angrily.
'I hate this place,' she thought sourly as the social services lady knocked. 'Most of all, I hate this stupid services lady and these stupid shoes.'
A woman answered. Dani sighed as she stared silently at her as she began to eagerly talk to the social services idiot. She had long, dark locks of black hair like her that was in a loose braid and deep brown eyes. The woman dressed normal enough, wearing a green shirt and regular jeans.
"Come on inside sweetheart," the social worker suddenly said to Dani, gently putting a hand on her back and guiding her inside. Dani blinked, snapping out of Lala Land. Hesitantly, she stepped inside. Seemed nice. There was modern furniture and nothing seemed weird. It was an average, everyday house.
"Danielle?"
"My name's Dani, with a i," Dani corrected.
"Um…okay Dani," the lady corrected herself. "I'm going to be going now. Will you be okay?"
"Yes," Dani lied.
She said her goodbyes and left, leaving Dani alone with this lady. Dani shifted uncomfortably with the silence, but the woman didn't seem to mind at all. She turned to Dani and smiled.
"Well, I'm Diana. Why don't I show your new room?" she suggested. Dani nodded, suddenly feeling quite shy. "I had John and Jeff paint it for you. I heard you like blue, so that's what we went with."
They went up some stairs and went into a room. Dani smiled slightly at the room. It was painted a nice, light blue and had a single bed against a wall. Next to it was a matching nightstand, with two dressers and a small desk.
"Since you don't have any clothes, you can sleep in some of some of my pajamas tonight and we can buy everything you need tomorrow, okay?"
Dani just nodded, forcing a smile.
"John and Jeff should be home soon," she told Dani, putting an arm around her shoulders and hugging her slightly. "There's a bathroom down the hall."
As if on cue, the front door open and a male voice called out, "Mom! I'm home!"
"I'm upstairs with Danielle," she called back. Dani didn't even bother to correct her as she heard footstep stomping up the stairs. A teen boy blocked the doorway, possessing light brown hair and wearing a cliche nerd outfit. Button up shirt, sweater-vest, tan pants and glasses. Really? "Jeff, this is Danielle."
Jeff smiled politely at her. Danielle was about to hold a hand out to shake his, but he pulled her into a hug instead, surprising her some. She quickly eased into it and hugged him back.
"It's nice to see you two are already getting along," Diana beamed. "Jeff, go call your father and tell him to pick up dinner on the way home."
Jeff nodded and exited the room, his loud footsteps echoing in the hallway as he went down the stairs.