Disclamier: Who ever said "anything is possible", obviously never tried to slam a revolving door and milk a bull. P.S. I don't own Danny Phantom.

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I know that this one and the last one sux but, It is only because I am rushing ot get to chapter 5 and tell the most important part of the plot! Danny's undieing love for Sam and parts of Asra's plan is leaked to Danny. I love fun fact that are fun! don't you?

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(SAM)

Sam Manson woke up by the beeping of her alarm clock. 6 o' clock, what a wonderful time. Sam was glad that her best friend, Danny Fenton, was trying to get along with her boyfriend. Although, she didn't think that he stayed over at Casmoz's house to be friendly. Why can't Danny just tell me he loves me? I love him. I like Casmoz but I haven't really known him as long as I've known Danny. Sam ran her fingers threw her hair.

(DANNY)

Danny rolled over and hit the floor, again. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. He looked over at his alarm clock, 6 o' clock. Danny stood up and walked to the bathroom, did his business, and came back into his room. I hope I was just dreaming when I saw Asra and a cat in my house. Danny then remembered how close Sam and Casmoz had gotten last night on the couch. Stupid faggot. If he hurts her or fucks her, I'll kill him.

(TUCKER)

"WooHoo! I got kissed twice by a hot girl!" Tucker jumped out of his bed and ran over to his closet. He got out his usually attire. He got dressed and grabbed his hat. Tucker found his way into his bathroom. Tucker looked at the mirror and slowly put on his hat with perfection. Sexy...

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(In school, first period)

"How could Sam get all comfortable with Casmoz?" Danny snapped a Tucker.

"Dude, I-Don't-Know! For the last time." Tucker glared at Danny. It was only the seventh time he asked. Tucker thought a bit and answered Danny's question, "Maybe it because she doesn't know that you love her."

"I don't love her."

"Then why are you all huffy-puffy about Sam's new boyfriend?"

"I'm...I'm...your no help."

"And you're annoying."

"Me?" Danny stood up so he was taller than Tucker, then he turned his head toward the door of the class room.

"Mr. Lancer, this is Asra. She's new." Sam introduced Asra.

"Thank you Ms. Manson. You can take your seat now."

Sam didn't take her seat. Instead she walked over to her friends.

"Danny, why are you standing like that?"

Danny looked down at his hands which were clinching the desk and he was kinds leaning over Tucker. He simply smiled at Sam and sat back down.

Sam raised one eyebrow and continued to speak, "Were you two fighting?"

"No." Tucker and Danny said in unison. Tucker gave a small grin as he watches Asra walk over to her seat, which was on the other side of Sam.

"Hey Sam, Can you trade me seats?"

Sam looked at Tucker then at Asra. Sam smirked and said no, causing Tucker to frown and Danny to laugh.

Asra paid no attention to the three friends and continued to do the work that was written on the bored.

"Man, she odd... She is doing her homework." Danny raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah she is. And so should you, Danny." Sam put strain on Danny's name.

Danny crossed his arms and pouted.

"Class calm down. Do your work, it's on the board. Oh and you have a new student, get to know, and now I'm going to the teacher's lounge for pie." Mr. Lancer walked out of the class room.

Asra raised her head and cocked it, "What an odd place."

"Yeah. Hey if you are in need of any help, Tucker Foley's at your service."

"Tucker, stop hitting on her." Sam elbowed him in the side.

Class went by fast with each bell ringing and letting the class go to there their next classes. Sam was Asra's show-around-friend, and Tucker was the one who helped Asra hold Danny back when Sam kissed Casmoz. A few seconds passed and the halls were clamed and empty. Sam looked at Asra's schedule and point down a hall. They began to walk quietly down the hall.

Asra looked over at Sam, "Where are we going?"

"Home Ec." Sam shrugged, "Home Economics."

"You have Home Ec.?"

"No, but you do."

Asra was pushed up against a locker by a blonde jock.

"Hey, I bet you would much rather have a tour of the school with me, a hot, strong, jock, like myself. Oh and by the way, my name is Dash." Asra moved out from under his glared and walk more out into the middle of the hall. Dash looked at Sam and frowned. "I would think that you would want me to get you away from this disgusting Goth geek..."

Sam frowned and raises her finger at Dash. She started to say something but was cut off by Asra, who had moved back in front of him.

"Why you low life SCUM! HOW DARE YOU TALK TO HER LIKE THAT? YOU MORONIC, LOSER!" Dash stepped back from the raging girl who wasn't finished yelling at him. "IF YOU HAD A BRAIN CELL LEFT IN YOUR HEAD YOU WOULD SAY YOU ARE SORRY AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Dash didn't have a chance to say his sorry, do to the ghostly wail that was admitted from Asra mouth, sending him a few yards down the hall and out of the school doors that was at the end of the hall.

Asra blinked and sighed, "Not again...I hope I didn't kill him like the last one..." Asra eye widen as she slipped the last few words. She turned around and looked at Sam.

"OH MY GOD! You're a ghost just like him!" Sam raised her hand in front of her mouth.

"Oh good, then does that mean you didn't hear my last wor-"

"AND you killed someone."

Asra looked away from Sam, "Well I guess she did." Then Asra turned her head back to Sam glare, "But I didn't really kill her, she did it herself. If she didn't make me so mad with her preppy-ness. And she the one that walked back into the 18-wheeler that was carrying nuclear acid. It didn't kill her cause she got back up and tripped over something and fell into the acid...I'm going to shut up now." Asra looked down and Sam saw sadness fill her eyes.

"You didn't do it on purpose?" Sam was still trying to keep as much distant as she could.

"No, that's why everything about her death says freak accident. Man she made Paullina seem like Rugrats, kind, caring, and of no harm."

"So you're not going to kill me?" Sam let her guard down a little.

"Kill you? Do What? No, oh and you CAN'T tell Casmoz or Danny!"

"You know about Danny?"

"How couldn't I? Plus I was born this way so things kind of just stick out. I observe people before I get to know them. And I have other gifts from my mother's side of the family." Asra walked over to Sam and place her hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Oh My God! Asra!"

(A/N: Pay close attention to this next part. Notice a bit of everything.)

"My mom could read minds; bend spoons, that sort of thing."

Sam blinked waiting for her to continue. Asra did.

"And well my biological father, I've only seen him once and that was, well, when I first moved here. I was so MAD to see him. I went off."

Asra walked away from Sam and looked down at her hands. She remained quite.

Sam just watched Asra. Then Sam began to speak, "Umm, I'm sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better, Danny wasn't born like his is. It's my doing really."

Asra turned around and gave a weak smile to Sam. "I know. I have looked into his mind the most. Only because he is apart of my plan." Asra smiled evilly, "But then again, so are you."

Sam cocked her head and frowned, "Plan? What kind of plan?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because the situation is not right at the moment."

"Oookay...Why did you go off on your real father?"

Asra Sat down right in the middle of the hall, "Come and have a seat Sam, My story is far more interesting that cooking."

"Okay." Sam walked over to Asra and sat down in front of her.

"When I was young, I was forced to call another man father. His name was Frank. My mother tried to tell me he was my real father, but I was too clever. My father wouldn't have freaked out when I turned into my ghost form. He left my mom and she went back up in the market." Asra started to play with her hands cause a energy ball to appear, but she continue and Sam listen, "My mom went through many guys and some were real creeps because they hit on me too. They soon left. One man, a banker, he was deeply in love with-"

Sam had cut Asra off, "Do you have any idea how odd you sound? Like you are some sort of-"

"Would you let me finish, I have my odd spells, get over it." Asra let go off her energy ball and put her hands on her knees. The ball few up into the air and stood still for a few seconds then shot in one direction and left.

"Aren't you going to-" Sam pointed to the direction of the ball but stopped when Asra glared at her.

"Anyways, the banker was deeply in love with my mother. He was rich too so I liked him, and allowance of 500 is nice. Well my mom dumped him for another guy." Sam frowned and was shocked. Asra smiled, "If I've said it once I'll say it again, I love that shocked look on your face it brings out your eyes."

Sam glared a death glare at her.

"Point taken, back to the story, the banker came in our house one night and begged my mother to take him back." Asra looked down at her hand as sadness filled her voice, "She said no, he left, sobbing , making a ruckus, all sorts of things. She ended up going with him."

Sam raised one eye brow, "How does this have anything to do with you going off at your dad?"

"I'm getting there! My mom left me a note that told me about my father. He was rich, unknowing of my existence, and he had been her true love.."

Sam gasped. She thought to herself, 'How could anyone be that mean? to leave their child?'

"And that's when a few days ago Vald Masters cam to my house claiming that he was-"

"VALD MASTERS IS YOUR FATHER!"

"I didn't believe it at first, wait, do you know Vald Masters?"

"No''

"Oh okay then, anyways he came over claiming that I was his child and blah blah blah. I still didn't believe him until he went ghost so."

Sam looked at Asra, then started to grow hair very fast and change colors. Asra cocked her head and tried to speak. But all she could manage to say was a series of painful ouches.

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Asra sat straight up.

"Young lady? Are you alright?"

Asra looked all around her. She looked at Sam.

Sam put her hand on Asra shoulder, "Be careful of what you say because it might've have happened."

Arsa raised one of her eye brows, "Have I killed something?"

Sam looked at her for a moment, "You could say that."

"Do you know a Vald Masters?"

"Umm yes its Danny's arch enemy. Why?"

Asra gave a sigh of relief, "For a second there I thought I told you he was my farther..."

"Now that would be odd." Sam laughed.

Asra whispered to herself, "You have no idea."

The nurse looked at the two girls and spoke to Sam, "Madam, I am going to have to ask you leave for right now."

Sam nodded and exited. Tucker jumped up to her, waiting for news.

"Is she going to be alright?"

Sam smiled at her friend, Tucker, "Yeah."

Danny stood up and looked at both of his friends, "Well I'm going home now, you two should do the same. Asra may have gotten Sam out of class for a day but we need to do our report Tucker."

"Fine." Sam and Tucker said in unison.

Sam and Tucker dropped Danny off at his house and continued to walk home. Danny closed his front door when he was greeted by his dad.

"Hey son!"

"Oh. Hi dad, I'm going up to my room."

"Ok! Watch out for that ghost from last night, haven't found it yet." Jack jogged back into the kitchen.

Danny sighed and walked up into his room and pulled out his report from his backpack, checking for cats at the same time.

Danny was working hard and fast on his report. Next thing Danny knew was that he was in--

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Review into the next chapter: All it is is Danny's Dream but it is very IMPORTANT to the story's plot line do-hicky type thing.

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