Taking Over Me
Summary: With Sam gone, Danny has enough to deal with. At the same time he runs into the first ghost he can't beat, and that's Danny Phantom.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does. I do not own Taking Over Me, Evanescence does.
Chapter Two
But who can decide what they dream, and dream I do.
Sam shut her locker, trying to ignore the whispering group of Junior guys that were standing across the hall from her locker. She kicked it out of sheer habit from last year. The lockers at Township High were much nicer than the ones back at CHS. But she would have given anything to have one of those crappy old lockers, down the hall from Danny and Tuck.
She had always thought that moving would be hard, but to come into a new place without any family and pregnant branded you for life. The rumors were starting to get amusing if they hadn't hurt so much. The latest one was that she was having an affair with some married man and his wife had found out. His wife had sent out a hit man to take care of Sam and that's why she was running.
Sam shook her head slightly as she turned the corner. Sounded like some bad new thriller novel. She pulled open the door to American History II. She walked over and dropped in her seat. About twenty-seconds later, Amanda walked through the door. She actually reminded her a lot of Paulina appearance wise. Personality was dead opposite, though. Amanda was the class sweetheart. Nice to everyone, always smiling, a shoe-in for homecoming court attendant.
"Hey," Sam greeted as Amanda dropped her bag and kicked it under her chair. "How has your day been?"
Amanda shot her an exasperated look and dropped her head onto the desk. "I have homework in every single morning class. How not fair is that? And to top it off I have basketball tryouts tonight!"
Sam grinned. "That's why I've never played sports."
"You're smarter than I am," Amanda smiled back at her as the teacher stepped up to the front of the room.
The hour passed quickly. Sam took notes when she thought Mr. K was staring at her. The rest the time she doodled. She drew a little ghost wearing Tucker's hat. She smiled down at it before staring blankly out the window. At this point all she wanted was to go home, and by that she meant Amnity Park.
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The Carter's were quickly turning out to be a very stereotypical 1950's family. 'Dad' was married to his job, mom doted on her children and was over bearing when it came to being affectionate. They had a Dalmatian, named Spot, and a white cat named snowball. They even very literally had a little picket fence around there house with the hunter green shutters. The perfectness of the whole thing got to Sam and she probably would have lost her mind if it hadn't been for Blake and Ryan.
Ryan was the oldest. At seven years old, he was a menace that Dennis would have been proud of. He couldn't go five minutes with out breaking, staining, or generally ruining something. He had already mastered his demonic smirk as well as his little angelic smile. With light brown hair and green eyes, he was at his absolute cutest when you were just about to dish out punishment.
Blake reminded her so much of Danny personality-wise it scared her. A shy little boy that took time to open up he had an adorable little grin and an absolutely infectious laugh. He had a slightly odd sense of humor and a tendency to need to be cuddled when frightened. Sam often found herself wishing that her baby would turn out like Blake.
"Sammy! Wait up!"
She rolled. Speak of the devil and he shall come. "Catch up, Ryan! And for the millionth time, it's Sam."
The little boy jogged to a stop next to her. "Your name can't be Sam! That's a boy's name. You're a girl." He said as if explaining things to a small child.
"It's a name that works for either boys or girls. Some boys are named Sammy."
He looked up at her disbelieving. "Nah-uh."
"Yeah-huh." Sam tried to think of the last time she'd said yeah-huh.
"Nah-uh times sixteen."
Sam grinned down at him. "Times sixteen? I guess you win then."
Ryan let out a little 'Yipee' and darted off ahead a few feet. Sam sighed. She tried to remember when Danny, Tuck and her had been that small. Second grade seemed like a near eternity ago. Before Danny had got his ghost powers, before anything had happened to her, even long before Tuck got glasses. She could hardly remember day to day life back then.
She remembered when they went to a boys and girls group look-in and all of three of them got home-sick and sat up almost all night taking about there families. She remembered that at Tuck's birthday party he didn't want to give her any cake because she had cooties. She smiled faintly at the memories.
She missed being seven, when life was so simple. No homework, McDonald's was a five-star restaurant, and candy was better than money because you could eat. When nobody cared whether your best friends were both boys or not. Nobody put anyone down and if they did they came back and said they were sorry they hurt your feelings.
Eight years later nobody would care if you were hurt. No one would care if you were broken and alone. It got harder every year and the sad thing was that there was no way to change it. Eight years later, you could be raped get pregnant and you're class would call you dirty names that you wouldn't have even known when you were seven. It was amazing how people could change.
Suddenly, Sam felt terribly alone; no friends at the new school, miles away from her best friends, and no one to help her out. She briefly wondered if word would even get back to Danny and Tucker if she killed herself. There would be nothing they could do. No way they could saver her. This was her nightmare now, and there was no one to wake her up.
Yesterday my local library decided that it was time to bring it the future. You know what they did? Replaced all the floppy drives with zip drives! You know how upset this makes me? Cause I don't save on zips, I (like the rest of the world) save on floppys. But luckily my local college is letting me use there computer lab in the business department. Which I had to pull strings to do. But guess what? They have a no log-in policy! I can't get on to my account! So I called a computer guy and payed almost my WHOLE BLOODY PAYCHECK to get my piece of crap computer working again! My lifes about as complicated as my character's at the moment. I want to thank all my great reviewers for this chapter: gothmiko, Spice of Life, Hwoarangsguardie, autumngold, Wind Cat, Rabid-Tortise, Lady Ashanya, Silverflare07, Medisti, IceSugarHigh, KittenGoMoo, darkmonkey, CoLdPLaYeR813, Kagome51, YAY!!!! x2, Sakura Scout, The Fuzy Llama, Moody Maud, Fox of Light, Ryo's Destiny, audi katia, q.t a.k.a spice, MayB, The Good Girl, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, getfuzzyfan04, RavenForever, Rainbow Serenity, AngelicxDeath, and Samster the Hamster. You guys rock my world.