Ok, um… I just finished the last chapter about half an hour ago, so I really don't have anything new to add, except I HEART FRIDAYS! Oh, and just a note, there's a paragraph in her that's a little darker, it's not that bad, but it mentions depression and suicide, so I just thought I'd warn any younger people in my reading audience.
She was walking through the park when she saw him- she walked this path often, whenever she wanted to get away from her parents mainly. She had come to enjoy the quiet, and the sensation of just being alone. She especially enjoyed this kind of weather. It was early fall, and the cold wind nipped at her face.
Today's fight had been especially bad.
Her mother was pregnant.
Sam wasn't angry about that- she liked babies as much as the next person. In her mind only an incredibly mean-spirited person could detest an unborn child. The argument had come from a remark her father had made near the end of the conversation.
-Flashback-
"Sammy-kins come here!" Sam stomped down the stairs, angrily muttering something involving her mother's pet name for her, sledgehammers, and a river of melted ice cream. Her mother wisely ignored her.
"Guess what, honey! I'm having a baby, your going to be a big sister!" her father shouted.
"Oh, joy," said Sam, turning around to head back up the stairs.
"Well, hopefully, it won't be as much of a disappointment as you were."
-End Flashback-
The end of that conversation had been very… painful for Sam, not to mention her eardrums. What she really needed was a friend she could talk to about anything. Tucker was a great friend and all that, and it was always fun to tease him about his skills (Or lack of) while playing Doomed, but he wouldn't understand what she was going through now.
She was shaken out of her thoughts when she almost tripped over something sprawled over the path- looking down in annoyance, she gasped as she saw they belonged to a boy who looked no older than she was- he wore a dirty white shirt with a red oval on the front, and blue jeans.
He had messy black hair, and she had to admit he looked kind of cute, or at least he would once he had a shower. He looked like he hadn't washed in a few days. But the most startling thing she noticed was that he wasn't moving, in fact he looked dead. She glanced around. The chilly wind had intensified and the temperature had dropped several degrees. Pretty much every one else had gone home to heating systems and warm meals.
She was completely alone, and this boy needed help, now. She wasn't out of shape, but she wasn't very strong, either. There was no way she could get this boy, whoever he was, out of this park and to someone who could help.
So she did the only thing she could think of.
She opened her mouth and screamed, as long and loud as she could.
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When Danny opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was two amethyst eyes staring back at him. He blinked a couple of times, and a familiar face swam into view.
"Sam?" he croaked. His mouth was dry, and his voice was feeble, but she had heard him. She answered.
"How do you know me?" she asked.
'Oh, right, alternate time-line.' Danny remembered. "Never mind," he said.
Sam looked confused, but nodded. He tried to sat up, and noticed that he was in a room that he guessed must have been somewhere in the Manson household- exactly where, he didn't know. Even in his time-line, he'd never seen every room. At least Sam hadn't seemed to have changed that much, to his relief.
"So…" Sam said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that stretched between them. "What's your name?"
"Danny Fenton," he said, and instantly knew by the look on her face that he had said the wrong thing.
"Fenton?" she said, and he nodded, uncomfortable, at the look on her face.
"Wow," she said, "I didn't think there were any left."
"Any…?" Danny asked, sinking deeper into confusion with every passing moment.
"Any Fentons," she said. Seeing his bewildered expression, she explained,
"About 30 years ago, a family moved here from some other state- I think it was North Dakota, I don't remember exactly where. I know they lived in a log cabin, though, and weren't all that well off. Anyway, the father had just left them, I don't know where he ended up, and the mother took her two sons and daughter here, because her sister had just died, and they moved into her house. Anyway, the next ten years were hard on the family. The youngest son was diagnosed with some liver disease, I can't remember exactly what, but it was bad, and he died within a few years of them moving. Then about a year later, the daughter, who was about eighteen at the time, started taking drugs, and about six months later she killed herself. So then it was just the mom and the middle kid, a boy named Jack. The mom was still in mourning for her other two children, but she still wanted to give her one remaining child the best she could, so she saved up her money and sent him to a college in Wisconsin. Things were fine for about a year or two, but then he vanished. About a month later, the mom disappeared. No one knows why, but the guy who came to sell it only managed to stay inside for thirty seconds before running out, screaming that the house was haunted. Some people say that Jack died in college, and the three siblings still haunt that house to that day.
Danny looked at her, his stomach churning uncomfortably. "What does any of that have to do with the Fentons," he asked, fearing that he already knew the answer.
"That family's last name was Fenton."
Ok, I for one, did not see that one coming. Seriously. Originally this chapter was going to be about Danny and Sam talking, and maybe meeting Tucker, but I like this one much better. Anyway, I really like this story, and I hope you do, too.
Um… I also wanted to thank Anonymous Reader 13, my first and only reviewer (so far), and apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I would say that I'll try to make them longer, but I'm not a very long chapter kind of person, and my chapters probably won't be much longer than this. So, for now, good bye!
