Okay, um, this is my first Danny Phantom story, so, please do not ridicule it. This may seem out of place, since my other story is an LotR story, but Danny Phantom ROX! I do not own Danny Phantom; Butch Hartman does, ooh, but I SO wish that I do.
Now, onto my story.
Chapter 1: New Girl
"Rayna, will you PLEASE concentrate?" my mother yelled at me. I was staring dreamily at our new house, when she was urging me to pick up the couch. Now, if that sounds bad, well, you're wrong; it is actually quite easy. I am not a muscle builder, oh, no, I have... "abilities." You will understand soon enough.
I rolled my eyes, and stared at the large couch, forcing it to raise out of the moving van and through the door. It took... about nine or ten seconds.
Mom walked over to me and placed a hand on my bare shoulder. "That's fine. It's dark, and late, and you have school tomorrow." SCHOOL?! It only then occurred me that it was Sunday night. We had only moved that day; did she actually expect me to go to SCHOOL?!
I was so mad I could... but then I calmed down. I never was aware of what happened when I got mad, but according to my parents, I could make things explode. Instead of going on one of my rages, I let myself hover up to my room. There, I could be alone. There, I could think.
I set my clothes out: a typical black tank-top, and my red capris. I took the scrunchie out of my hair, and floated to my bed (it was only an air-mattress, but still...). I felt my eyes closing, but willed myself to stay awake. I could sometimes hear things when I played this game. Luck was with me this night, because I heard drifts of conversation coming from the house beside ours.
"...ghost..." I caught, the voice sounding female. This made me think. Ghosts? Sure, I knew what ghosts are, I've seen the movies, but why would there be talk of them here? Amity Park was a small enough town. "...can't help it..." I heard a different voice say. This belonged to a boy.
I sat up, unable to sleep, and formulated a small plan. It turned in my head as I pulled my black boots on. I'd go for a visit. I opened the window, and discovered a warm breeze outside. It felt good, cause I was cold on the inside. I am a good kid, and I always feel cold when I am doing something wrong.
I concentrated hard, forming a picture in my head of me floating over to our neighbor's house. I needed to concentrate harder than I could ever remember; this is how my powers worked. I'd need to visualize me moving something before I could, and many of my thoughts were clouded with guilt.
It shouldn't be this hard! I thought. What's so wrong about going outside to meet the new neighbors? This made me feel better, and I wafted out of my room like a wisp of smoke. This feeling always made me smile, which is a good thing for meeting the neighbors, seeing as they might judge me on my slightly Goth attire. I got so wrapped up in my thoughts of what the neighbors will be like, that I was almost startled when I felt my boots hit their stoop. A light flashed on the roof, and for the first time, I looked at their house. To my surprise, a GIANT satellite was perched on the roof, along with a blinking sign that read: "Fenton Works"
Oh, so their last name is "Fenton," is it? I thought, with a smile remaining on my face. There was no doorbell, so I knocked, and within, I'd say, five seconds, two people wearing laboratory jumpsuits thrust open the door like they were running away from a spreading fire. This action surprised me, so I (even though I've been told that it's rude to read the minds of strangers) checked out the (obviously) father's thoughts.
Ghostghostghostghostghostghost... I picked up. It made me want to laugh. This man DEFINITELY had one strong obsession. The woman was a lot more sane. Oh, probably one of Danny's friends...
"Um, hi. My name is Rayna," I started, after an awkward silence. "I just moved here today, and I'd like to meet the neighbors." I smiled. The woman smiled back. "My name is Maddie. I appreciate your welcome, but I believe that your parents already did. In fact, they're still here." Maddie informed me, gesturing to their living room, where I saw my parents seated. I chuckled nervously, and muttered: "Oh, well... I guess that I'll be going, then."
"Not at all! My son, Danny is upstairs, and so is Jazz, my daughter." Maddie said. "Um, okay..." I said timidly, as I walked through their door. I saw a flight of stairs and started walking (I am not allowed to hover when I am at someone's house) toward them. Maddie waved, but her husband glared at me, like I was evil or something.
I saw a door with a messy sign that read: "Danny's Room" on it, and knocked. The talking that I heard coming from behind the door faltered, and I heard the boy's voice say "Come in." I did, only to discover two people (one boy and one girl) sitting on a bed in a messy room. Who is she? I picked up from the girl. "Hi. I'm Rayna. I'm... new. My parents are downstairs, and Maddie showed me up here."
"MOM?!" the boy (Danny) shouted. I smiled; I couldn't help it. It was so easy for me to do. "Hmm, so YOU'RE Danny Fenton." Danny looked nervous. "Um, yeah. And this is Sam." he pointed to the girl. "Uh... hi?" Sam said, who seemed to be as nervous as I was.
There was a knock on the door, and Maddie popped her head in. "Rayna, your parents are leaving." she told me. "Well, I'll see you guys at school tomorrow." I managed to say before my parents called for me. Both of them waved little awkward waves, which was okay for me, remembering that they had only met me about five minutes ago. I walked down the sidewalk to our new house, and drifted up to my window. There, I kicked my boots off, settled onto the squishy mattress, and drifted to sleep.
I woke to the rapid-fire knocking on my door. "Rayna, GET UP!" Dad was yelling on the other side of the door. My eyes fluttered open, and I noticed that all of the boxes in my room were open, lop-sided, with their content seeping out. This was a sign of restless sleep. "I'm awake. I'm awake!" I yelled back, my voice scratchy from the night. In the mornings, I can't concentrate, so I had to get up, without my powers to help, into the cold.
I stood up and pulled my school clothes on. I looked like a Halloween reject, but I didn't mind. I liked being different. I heard a faint honking of a car horn, and heard Dad in a panicky voice inform me that the bus was here. I thrust open my door, flew down the stairs, grabbed a pear, and rushed to the bus.
I have never seen so many people stare at me. I took a seat in the back, where I met up with Danny and Sam again. Danny looked at me kinda funny, then at Sam, then at me again. "You... look like Sam..." he said. That was a lie... kinda. I was wearing a black shirt and boots, yes, but I do NOT have black hair. Our eyes are the same color, yes, but I was NOT wearing a skirt.
Sam looked me up and down. "You're a Goth, too?" she asked. "Uh, no. I wear black because I am mourning for the loss of individuality and creativity in this world." I answered. "And... why the red pants?" she asked, pointing. I blinked, slightly shocked. "I like red." I answered simply. She left it at that.
School passed by in a blur. The only thing that really stuck out in my mind (well, most of it) was lunchtime. This is how it went:
A tall, blond jock came up to me after I had gotten my tray. I passed by their table, when he stopped me. "Where're YOU goin'?" he asked me. "Over there," I said happily, gesturing with my elbow to where Danny was. He grabbed my shoulders. "Listen, I know you're new, and probably no one told you that those freaks are the loo-o-sers!" he said. "I'm Dash, by the way, and I thought that if you wanted to fit in around here, you should hang with us!" he said in an annoying nasal-y voice.
"Let go of me," I muttered through gritted teeth. "Ha! You remind me of the Goth geek Sam!" Dash laughed. "Let GO of ME!" I said, louder. "Why would I do..." Dash started. I heard him not finish his mocking sentence, then I blacked out.
I woke in a dark room. Not as in a scary room, but a Goth person's room. Sam, Danny, and a boy whom I did not know were looking at me. "Are you okay, Rayna?" Danny asked. I shot up. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" I screamed, and grabbed the collar of Danny's shirt. "Ah!" he yelled, obviously scared. "You went crazy, literally!" he managed to gasp out. "W-what?" I asked. "Your eyes turned black, your hands glowed with black energy, and you sent Dash flying through a glass window without touching him!" he told me, sounding nervous.
I sat back on Sam's headboard, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't hold them, and I buried my face in my hands. "Hey, do ya wanna talk?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up into Danny's eyes. Something's... different. I can FEEL it. I thought. I nodded my head, and told them about my powers.
When I was finished, I was flooded with questions. "Do you know me?!" asked the boy I didn't know. "Um, no." I answered. "Then what's my name?!" I stared at him, reading his thoughts.
"You're name is... Tucker."
"Tucker... what?" he asked in a sing-songy voice.
"Tucker... Foley." I answered finally. He golf-clapped for me, then pointed at a bookshelf. "Make a book fall off." he commanded. I stared really hard at the biggest book on Sam's shelf. Then I closed my eyes, and visualized the book falling off. I opened my eyes again, and sure enough, when I looked at the book, it fell off the shelf. I felt very proud, although I've done more challenging things before.
"You're cool, ya know that?" Tucker told me. "I don't wanna be 'cool'!" I said, trying to control my anger. Then I remembered Dash. "Sam! What happened to Dash?!" I shouted, getting really scared that I had actually killed someone. "Oh, that loser? He's fine, thanks to D– I mean... he's fine."
"Sam, don't try to hide anything. I will find out." I said. I was only joking, but Sam must've though that I was gonna read her mind (again). Sam looked at Danny. "She has a right to know," Danny answered, after looking at Sam's worried expression. "Right to know what?" I asked. I did not want to invade their privacy, so I stayed clear of their thoughts.
"Okay, Rayna. I have powers, too. Watch." With that, Danny vanished, and Tucker started talking, WITH DANNY'S VOICE! "Ya see, Rayna? I... I have ghost powers." 'Tucker' said. I started to smile. I had found someone who had powers, like me! I had never been happier.
I REALLY like this story so far, so, please review. I'd like three (NO FLAMES!) reviews before I write another chapter. Check out my other story, too, cause I need two more reviews before I update that. Until next chapter, bye!
-DaydreamingTurtle-
