This is a story about how life might have turned out if Maddie had chosen Vlad over Jack.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. But this story plot belongs to me!
MWAHAHAHAHA… anyways hope you like it.
Sam Pov…
I could tell today was going to be different. I stared at the clock, bored and ready for class to start, just to give me something to do. Then Mr. Lancer walked in. As he turned to face the class, another figure walked in the door. The boy's hair was raven black, and his eyes were a fierce shade of blue, he was gorgeous.
"Class" Mr. Lancer called out "Silence please, we have a new student" and pointing to the boy he said, "Everyone this is Daniel Masters", "Danny" the boy interrupted, "please make him feel welcome" Mr. Lancer continued, as though he had not been interrupted.
My (author) Pov…
Hours before…
"Danny! Breakfast!" Danny's mother called from the kitchen. Still groggy form sleep Danny watched out the window until his father's Porsche pulled away from the house. One less thing to worry about... Danny thought to himself. He pulled on his cleanest pair or black pants, and found an equally black shirt to wear, under his bed. Looking into a mirror he examined himself, and not even bothering to comb his perpetually messy hair, turned to go downstairs.
Sitting down at the table he found toast eggs and juice waiting for him. "Oh… Danny I was hoping you would wear the new clothes I bought you, at least for your first day at your new school." Maddie sounded disappointed. Danny thought back to the bag of brightly colored shirts he had thrown in his closet a few days before, "You know why I can't wear those" Danny whispered in response. Giving in to her son Maddie turned away from him, "when you're done I'll give you a ride to school" and walked away into the kitchen.
Sitting in Mr. Lancer's office, alone, (his mother had gone to join her husband at work) Danny couldn't help but sigh. Just from this one room he could tell this school would be a lot less fun than Hillcrest, his old school. For one thing this Lancer character looked like one of those types that want to be friends with their students, but also be a 'respected authoritative figure'. People that that were fun to mess with but Danny couldn't help but miss pulling pranks with his old friends. Too bad I got thrown out of Hill… not even dad's connections could make them keep me in Danny thought, laughing to himself.
Mr. Lancer Pov…
The boy was sitting in my office when I walked in. he wore all black and for some reason he looked like he had been laughing… his eyes twinkled in a semi threatening way. "Hello, your Daniel, correct?"
"Danny" the boy said, now looking almost bored.
"Alright then come with me I have your schedule, I'll show you to your first class, which happens to be me" I turned slowly not really wanting my back turned to the boy and showed him to the room. After a brief introduction he took a seat near the back. Today was going to be a hard day.
Tucker Pov…
The new boy walked in and sat next to me on the back row. I stuck my hand out to him, "Tucker" and taking it, "Danny" he said again. I could tell he was Goth, but he looked like he would be a cool friend to have. Anyways, I could tell Sam liked him the moment he walked in the door, and having two Goths for best friends couldn't make my rep worse than having just one.
He was quiet and took very few notes, but when I looked at then they seemed so to the point I almost felt smarter just by looking at them. Shocked I looked up at his face, thinking I would see some kind of madly focused, brainiac sitting there, instead of a Goth. But I was wrong; Danny sat sideways, looking out the window towards the hills outside the school, he seemed almost asleep.
Watching out of the corner of my eye I saw him write something else on the paper, his eyes not even turning from the window. I looked down at the paper, trying hard to seem like I wasn't. On it, in clear precise handwriting it said, "What are you staring at?" I could almost feel the menace dripping from the tiny note. I looked away, focused on the board, determined that I wouldn't look back at him again.
Lancer, just now noticing Danny was not paying attention to the lecture, asked him to repeat the last thing he said. Danny shook his head, no. Lancer not looking surprised at all handed him a detention slip. But somehow I knew if he had wanted to Danny could have repeated what Lancer had said, word for word, for at least 20 minutes. That kid was smart; I was going to have to learn how he did it, and why he wanted to keep it under wraps…
I liked writing this and will probably post more... but some review would be nice!
Thanx, H.
Ps. i reposted this chapter when i was reminded Danny's moms name is maddie. thanx Horseluver101