Knowing It's True
Book One:
The First Years
Authoress's Note:
Okay!! This is the first step of a great story!!! All you people need to do is read and review! Trust me, the more reviews I get, I'll be way more inspired for the simple fact that I have an audience to attend to!!!!! Of course, I write for my own enjoyment, and others can read if they want…but it's nice to know that people are reading…..and if you con't like it, say so ONCE don't stick around, flame reviewing and saying this is the crappiest fic I've ever read. I'll say a few things to you: TOUGH!! Nobody siad you have to keep reading it if you don't like it! I'm not gonna stoop to your level and be childish and stupid. SO don't do that, it's pointless……On with the fic!!!! 0/
Chapter One
"What's Your Name?"
"We're here sweetie" Mrs. Fenton smiled at her son who was in the back seat.
"Awwww Mooommm. Do I haaave to go?" a five year old Daniel Fenton whined. He looked like a minature copy of the fourteen year old Danny: black hair(in the same style) and engulfing blue eyes, and the same clothes.
Danny hated school, or first grade, for the simple fact that there were people who bullied him. He was only in first grade for gosh's sake!
"Honey, the law says I have to send you to school, wether you want to or not. Anyways, I want you to get a good education."
Mrs. Fenton said as she walked him to the entrance of the garden-ish area that the kids played in before the school bell rang. That was in about five minutes. Mrs. Fenton kissed Danny on the cheek, and waved to Jazz who was being dropped off by Mr. Fenton, who was going to a science meeting. Jazz waved goodbye to her parents and skipped off to her group of friends.
Danny, on the other hand, did not skip off to his group of friends; he did not skip, nor did he have any friends. And since it was at the beginning of the last quarter, it seemed like Danny wasn't gonna get to have any.
'Gweat. Awnother wonwy day, with a side of buwies. IT can't get any worse tan tat, can it.' He thought to himself.
Something must of felt bad for him, because while he was sitting under a tree, looking at the cars drive by, one of them stopped, and she got out.
"She" was a little four year old, short black braided hair(pigtail style) and pooling purple eyes, she hopped out of that car with a small amount a fright, but decided "no biggie" and walked into the gardenish area. She said goodbye to her parents, and looked around.
There were girls wearing pink, she shuddered. Pink disgusted her. Then there were boys playing tag. She didn't like tag. Then there were a few girls, snobby looking, wearing pink and purple, playing hopscotch and jumprope. She didn't like the look of them.
Well, everybody knows that in first grade, you pick a group or it picks you and it sticks to you like super glue. Forever. Well, everybody was looking at the girl, to see where she would go, and where she would be rejected. Well, after a few seconds, the bell rang, and everybody filed into line, and the girl passed by Danny and smiled at him. Danny, shocked, smiled back at the girl, and got in line behind her.
"Class. Class, calm down. Class, sit down in your seats please, and Trevor, get that pencil out of your nose, it doesn't belong there." The first grade teacher, Mrs. Applegate, said to the class. She was anice teacher, and everybody liked her. She gave out candy to good students, didn't give a lot of homework, and had the longest playtimes and the shortest timeouts than any other teacher. She was great. "Thank you class. It seems we have a new student today. Class, this is Samantha Manson. She just moved here from Maine. Everybody say hi to Sam."
"Hi Sam." The class obediently chorused. A few of the football guys from before stared at Sam, and one of them whistled at her. That would be a six year old Dash. Sam did not blush like any other normal girl would've. She didn't do anything at the moment.
"Sam you may pick to sit anywhere you like." Mrs. Applegate said, and gave Sam a candy.
"Thank you Mrs. Applegate." Sam said politely in a four-year-old girl's voice- slightly high-pitched.
Danny's heart beated in his chest. Not out of a crush, oh no. Not yet at least. Out of the fact that this girl, this Sam, might sit next to him. She might be his friend, someone to talk to, and to pass notes to, and to run around with at recess.
Sam looked around. Some of the snobby girls made some room, and Dash cleared a whole desk for her, and the pink wearing girls stayed put, because there was already a desk open near them. But no, Sam stared at Danny, straight into his eyes.
She walked, in her black skirt that reached her knees, revealing green and black striped knee-socks, and her green t-shirt, past the snobby girls, past the pink girls, and past Dash and his group, whom she stuck her tongue out at, and sat down, in the last group, at the very back of the room. She sat next to Danny. She had made her choice. She put her lunch in her desk, along with a pencil case, and then closed her desk. She looked at Danny, smiling, and said the words that would change Danny's life forever.
"What's your name?"
Authoress's Note:
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