They got Deja vu because in the world of the actual show, they've said the exact same thing. I guess I didn't make that clear.

I brush my teeth and look at my tired eyes in the mirror. Ughhh..School. March is the worst month of school. The end of school is dangerously close and tantalizing, but you aren't allowed to goof off.

After putting my toothbrush down, I examine my face in the mirror closely. Something's weird here… Then I realized. My mom had sabotaged my wardrobe again. Pink flowers on my shirt. I pull it off quickly, yelling, "It's not going to work Mom! I may be an invalid, but I'm not blind!"

My mom calls back, nervously, "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetie!"

Back in black, I grab my backpack and attempt to head downstairs. Attempt being the key word in that sentence. I forget my crutch and have to grab the banister for support. Dammit…

Maggie, our maid grabs it and hands it to me. "Here you go, Miss."

"Thank you so much, Maggie." I gush. I right myself, leaning against the crutch and hobbling down the stairs.

My mom greets me at the bottom. "Sam, honey, you now that I only want the best for you-"

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I cut her off. "Mom, I'm not getting into anything bad. Everybody ignores me. Nobody's taking advantage of me, I'm not into drugs and I deal with the opposite of peer pressure." I hobble over to the cabinet to break out the Wheaties and soymilk.

My mom continues to follow me, clasping her hands in that worried way and cocking her head to the side. "Yes, dear, but I'm afraid this accident has brought the absence of friends in your life to light for your father and I."

I fumble for words, trying to come up with a logical answer. "I…have friends…"

She raises an eyebrow. My mother can be extremely sharp when she gets to it. "At your school, Samantha?"

"Yes!" I say, slightly offended. I'm invisible, not odious.

"Oh, really. Name a few."

I fumble again, pouring the soy on top of the cereal. "Um… Tucker Foley and… Danny Fenton." Buy it, buy it, please buy it.

My mom buys it. She clasps her hands, happily this time. "Oh, you mean the charming boy from the accident?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, mom. The kid that ran me over."

She tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Well, I, for one am extremely glad. I was thinking for a minute my daughter was a social outcast!" She laughs at this particularly witty comment. I groan. She continues. "And he's quite the looker, if I do say so myself." She walks out of the room before I can protest.

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I shovel in cereal. Anything to get out of here sooner.

Of course, knowing my luck, I don't get any form of reprieve.

As soon as I open the door to walk to school, the face of none other than the infamous Danny Fenton greets me. He has his hand raised, like he was going to knock on the door. He brings it down blushing and then scratches the back of his neck. "Uhhh… hi Sam."

I look at him inquisitively. "What the heck are you doing here?"

He looks shocked, but then smiles. "Are you always this polite in the morning?" He eyes my crutch apprehensively. "Do you need help?"

"No, I do not need help walking down stairs, thank you. I am not crippled yet, no thanks to you." I snap, sidling down the stairs. When I get to the bottom, I turn to him and run a hand through my hair. How should I put this? "Look, Danny… It's really nice of you to care and all, but really, I'm fine. I don't need your sympathy. I don't need friends. As soon as you give those books you bought to the library, I can cease to exist to you once more. You don't need to feel guilty."

Danny looks at me, bemused. "Ah, but you see, now that I know you're there, I can't ignore you. I'm fascinated. How do you pull off invisible? I thought only I could do that." He turns away suddenly, as if embarrassed.

"What?" I ask, curious. "What do you mean you can be invisible?"

"Nothing." He answers quickly. "Anyway, I don't want you to cease to exist. You seem like a pretty cool person."

"Yeah, no offense but what I'm hearing is 'I'm filled with guilt, accept the fact and move on.' Anyway, being not seen with me will probably hurt your social standing. You won't have any chance with Paulina."

He considers it and then stares at me. "Okay, you've got to stop the stalkerish thing. It really freaks me out." He nudges me with his elbow. "As flattering as it is to know somebody's that interested in me."

I laugh. I feel light for the first time in a long time. Kind of… happy… ew. "For your information, Danny, I do not pay any special attention to anyone. I know more about everyone than I have any right to know."

He raises an eyebrow at me. We turn the last corner to school. It's in view. "Okay, hotshot, tell me something about…" He searches for a name. "Star."

I rattle off the information I know. "She dyes her hair with Platinum Sparkle, she's our age, she's failing Spanish, she hates Paulina, but hides it and…" I pause, building up the tension for the grand finale. "She has a huge crush on Nathan."

He raises his eyebrows. "Are you serious?" I nod, and he whistles. "Your good. Are you part of the FBI?"

I smile slightly. It was kind of nice talking to him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to disclose that sort of information."

He laughs as we enter the school. Tucker runs up. "Hey, Danny! Hey Sam! Did you know they let out Technica 4.0?" Danny joins in the conversation.

I use my skill as the invisible girl to sneak away. It's simple, really. Back up slightly, until a crowd of people walks towards you and then walk inside that pack, hitching onto the conversation for a second or two. Once you're a hallway away, you can walk by yourself without detection.

I sigh, glad in my alone time. My Grandma calls me the Hermit sometimes. Maybe she's right. I muse as I grab my science textbook. I shut my locker slowly. Maybe I should just be friends with Danny…No.

I walk down the hallway, drowning in the swirl of bodies. My naturally sharp ears pick up snatches.

"She did what?"

"Didja hear? Dash broke his arm! No more quarterback, I guess…"

"Seriously, do you like this shade? Because I was considering…"

"I don't think this is going to work out…"

"Hey, Sam." Somebody grabs the back of my arm. I shriek, whirl around and slam out my fist.

Danny ducks. He stares up at me incredulously before laughing a little. "Man, Sam, if I knew you were this high strung, I wouldn't have said anything to you in the first place."

I laugh nervously and put out a hand. "Sorry." He grabs my hand and I pull him up. I ask him. "How did you find me, anyway?"

He grins. "I admit it. It was hard. But finally I saw that purple ponytail holder and managed to find you. How did you manage to slip away so easily?"

I shrug. "Practice, I guess." We walk for a little while to Science.

Danny asks. "Why is your first instinct to hit people when they touch you?"

I run another hand through my hair. "I was bullied pretty hard at my old school. People would hit me and pull my hair and call me names. That's why I became invisible when I transferred here in eighth grade." I stop on shock. 'Why am I even telling you this? I didn't even tell my parents that!" I sigh. "You must think I'm being really stupid."

Danny looks at me, confused. "Sam, you're not stupid. You're not invisible either." He grabs my hands again. What is it with him and holding my hand? He shoots a grin at me and then I stop caring. Man, I'm starting to go ditzy…

I walked into the class and sat down in my usual seat. Center. The easiest spot, because everybody else either favors the front or the back. Almost nobody goes in the middle.

Except Danny. He plops into the seat next to me. As does Tucker. "What are you guys doing?" I hiss, a little scared.

Tucker grins. "Sammy, now that we now you're there, there is no way you're going to get us to leave you alone."

I sink down in my chair and start doodling. This was going to be a long day…

This was a kinda funny/weird chapter. Tell me what you want to see.