A/N: This is where Amy comes in, and as you can see it's from her POV. Apparently, the Fentons are very very very distantly related to the Whites..but you don't know that yet, do you? Or it could be just a coincidence..and I'm talking to myself again! Read Chapter Five in Snowed In. However, it's a very small detail, so good luck finding it. If you do find it I congratulate you and give you a cookie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. If I did, you would all hate it and it would very stupid. Freak out. Anyway, here it is!

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"I was like, ya we're moving, and Joenn was like, no way, and we got into this like huge argument, and just before we left, she's like, oh sorry man, didn't mean to upset you or anything, and I'm like, ya whatever, and she's all dude, you gotta bring me a donut, and I'm all that's like totally off subject, and so we shared the donut!" I said through choked laughter.

"Amy, that was..interesting.." my mom said slowly, "But I think-"

"That was so stupid!" shouted my younger sister, Julie. "Your life is way boring! I has a better life than you!"

"For a six year old, you have terrible grammar," I commented. "It's 'I have a better life than you', not 'I has a better life than you'. And what would you know, it's not as if you have friends or anything."

"But the ghosts are my friends," she said, her eyes wide.

"Aren't ghosts supposed to be evil?" commented Anders, my sixteen-year-old brother.

"But Uncle Paul says that Inviso-Bill saved tons of people," Julie argued. "He's a good ghost."

"As if," Anders snorted.

"I agree with Anders, ghosts don't-" I began, but was interrupted by Anders.

"He captured the mayor, didn't he? Didn't he attack the Fentons?"

"Well..yeah, but he still saved a bunches of peopleses," argued Julie.

"Bunch of people," I corrected automatically.

"He captures ghosts and stuff like that, and I heard that he saved the whole town by beating this HUUUUUUGE ghost that captured the whole entire town!"

"Wow, no grammar mistakes," I commented as Julie and Anders continued arguing about Inviso-Bill(what a stupid name!).

"I heard," my mom said after a while of listening to the good things and bad things that Inviso-Bill had done. "That he haunts Amity Park. That's where we'll be living."

Julie squealed with delight.

"Ohmygosh! We're gonna be living where INVISO-BILL lives! This is gonna be so cool, ohmygosh!"

I rolled my eyes. As if. Uncle Paul believes in ghosts, so it's no surprise that he feeds Julie with stories of the hero "Inviso-Bill", and to think that Anders actually listened too..

"I hear that there are ghost attacks every day!" Anders exclaimed. "And there are actual ghost hunters there with real weapons, and they actually fight ghosts!"

"They're probably doing it for publicity," I muttered. "That or they're nutters."

We continued discussing what we could do in Amity Park until Mom finally announced that we had entered Amity Park(the sign said "Amity Park: A Nice Place to Live").

It didn't look remotely unusual, or like it would be attacked regularly by ghosts. Figures, I thought. I knew that it was just for publicity..

When we arrived at our new home, I was surprised to see that a large building with a neon sign that said "Fenton Works" on it.

"We live next to a company building?" I asked. Mom frowned.

"I didn't know," she said, shrugging.

Julie, Anders and I entered our house. It was normal enough; no ghost posters, or buttons with "ghost shield" on it. There was a living room to the left of me, and to the right a kitchen. In front of us there was a staircase, which led into darkness, as the lights were off.

"Well, homesweet home," sighed Mom. "Go pick your rooms, then. There's one double room and one single, so you'll have to decide who shares. Leave the other room for me."

"I get the single room!" Anders shouted.

"No fair, Anders gots to get his own room last time!" Julie whined.

"Can I please please please get the room this time?" I pleaded. "I don't want to have to share a room with Julie!"

The reason I didn't want to share with Julie was that now that she started talking about Inviso-Bill, she wouldn't stop. At night she would tell me exactly why he was good, what he did, what he looks like, and a lot of information I didn't need to know. Another reason was that she was very very messy. I'll admit it, I'm a neat freak. I will literally go beserk over a speck of dust. I don't know why, I just hate being all dirty!

"Girls, let Anders keep his privacy," Mom said, frowning.

"I need my space too!" I cried indignantly. "Why does Anders get his own room all the time?"

"Because he has more work to do, more possessions, and he's older and needs his privacy more," Mom replied.

I groaned but didn't argue any more. I knew that Mom would never give in; she never did. Once she found a good reason, she stuck with it.

Up in my room, I chose the bed that was facing the window, and put my suitcase of possessions on it. I began taking out all my carefully folded clothes and neatly packed books and putting them in the right places. Once I'd finished, I went downstairs to ask my mom what I had to do.

"Why don't you look around the town," Mom suggested. "So you can get used to it, and get to know where everything is."

I agreed and walked outside. I went down the road to a restaraunt named the "Nasty Burger". Not intending to order anything, I walked inside. There were two people at one table. An African American with glasses, a red beret, yellow long sleeve shirt and army pants, and a Goth girl with straight, shoulder length raven black hair.

At another table, a group of people sat. One large Asian kid with a white and red jacket, a blonde haired kid with the same jacket, a Hispanic girl with wavy black hair and a pink shirt and blue jeans, and a few other people with red and white jackets.

I figured that the ones with white and red jackets were jocks, as they were all of large build, and that the Hispanic girl was "popular", as all the boys were staring at her and drooling.

The Goth girl was glaring at the girl and the jocks, and the African American boy was too busy playing on his PDA to notice anything.

Goth girl glanced at me, raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She nudged the boy, and nodded towards me. He raised his head to stare at me, and he suddenly grinned. In a flash he was in front of me, and saying,

"Hey, what's your name? I'm Tucker Foley, T.F. for Too Fine. Are you doing anything on Saturday? Wanna go to a movie?" he asked without waiting for my answers.

"Amy White, nice to meet you, no, and I don't know. In that order." I replied.

"Tucker," hissed the Goth girl. She turned to me, and in considerably friendlier tones, said, "Hi, I'm Sam Manson. This idiot here is Tucker Foley."

"Nice to meet you Sam, and you too Idiot Tucker." I said, giggling.

"Just Tucker. Or Tuck. Or Tuckerino. Or anything you want really," he said.

"Nice to meet you..listen, I gotta go. Places to see." I waited for them to offer to give me a tour of Amity Park, but when they remained silent, I walked out the door. After seeing the whole town, I decided to visit the people in "Fenton Works".

Once I had arrived at the door, I rang the doorbell. After a while, the door opened..

And a gun pointed right at my face.

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A/N: Heh, cliffy. I will update soon..as soon as I get some ideas. Xx Please review..come on, just do it, you know you want to…