This is my first posting on ff.net. I will update new chaptes as I get free time, but being a college student means being busy. Oh, yeah, I don't own Danny Phantom, or any affiliated characters. I do however own my car, and a hefty student loan bill. With that said, please enjoy. I don't need to tell you to review, do I?
"Danny!" Jazz Fenton stood in annoyed posture with her hands on her hips at the bottom of the stairs. "If you don't hurry up, you're walking!!" No sound or movement came from upstairs. "Fine," she said to herself and stomped back into the kitchen, grabbed her books off of the table, and headed for the door. Meanwhile, her younger brother was desperately trying to get dressed and shove pens and notebooks into his backpack in his room.
"Man, I can't believe I overslept on the first day of school...again!" Hearing a car door slam, Danny peeked out his window to the street below. Jazz was starting the car. "Oh, no. She's gonna leave without me!" He grabbed his shoes and bookbag, went intangible, and floated down to the entrance hall of the house. "Jazz wait!" he called out the door. Jazz put the car into gear and pushed the passenger door open.
"Hurry up, I have to pick up the new girl."
"New? I didn't know there was a new kid in school. Where does she live?" Danny looked at the radio clock that was blinking 7:45. "Not too far, I hope. I don't wanna be late again, this year." Jazz dropped her foot lightly on the accelerator and the car took off down the street. She looked rather annoyed.
"You're the one sleeping until seven-thirty and you're criticizing ME about being late?" She rolled her eyes. "Relax, she lives with Tyler Carnegie. Right next to the school." She looked over to see a blank expression come over the fifteen-year-old's face.
"And he is...?"
"Tyler? Star wide-receiver of the football team? He graduated last year and goes to Duke now? Tyler!"
"Oh, right. Tyler." Danny sighed and rolled down his window. Another popular person. Another person who never even bothered to look at me, he thought depressingly. As they pulled up to the large house, he realized that this new kid only lived two doors down from his friend, Sam. He got out of the car in time to see her walk out the door. "Sam," he waved, and she waved back. "Jazz, I'll walk from here. Thanks."
"Whatever," was the reply as she closed her door and made her way up the steps and rang the doorbell.
"Meet this new girl, Sam?" Danny asked as he poked at the odd-looking tofu omelet that she was busy munching on. She slapped his hand.
"Yeah, my parents and I were invited to the wedding last month. She seems nice; kinda has that snobby popularity air about her, though. I only talked with her for a little while. But she likes the same internet band as I do, so she can't be that shallow."
"Sam, do you think every popular person is shallow?"
"All of the popular kids at our school," she mumbled through the rest of the tofu mess. Danny sighed as she took a swig of non-living, non- processed, freshly procured recycled mineral spring water. The first bell rang through the air and Danny had a feeling that tenth grade was going to be no easier than ninth.