Yo my people! I am SOOOOO sorry I haven't updated. My peoples. Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers. I tried to make a mixture of all of your ideas of 'normal.' Haha. You'll see the twist though. Maybe next chapter. You'll get a hint at the end of the chapter though. Also, I have to tell you that Sam still likes and is friends with Danny.'Cause what kinda girl could resist him? Not me.

Chapter 2: Oh My Heavens!!!!

After passing out the night before, Pam woke up with a splitting headache. And the teenage voice in the other room didn't help much.

"Danny, oh my gosh that is so sweet!" Came the very expressionate voice.

The red-head's eyebrow lifted when she realized that the voice was her daughter's.

"I'm not acting weird at all. I am? Oh sorry. How am I being weird?" Came Sam's voice.

"Oh really? I'm more happy, huh. I really don't know what you mean but that's ok."

Pam decided to walk into the kitchen to see what was happening that her daughter was acting so different, and was surprised to find that Sam's appearance had almost completely changed overnight.

Her daughter's medium brown hair was kept in two shoulder-length braids that hung a bit over her shoulders. Her eyes, which were actually still mascara-coated, were now a mesmerizing icy-blue that seemed to light up her face. Her skin seemed a lot tanner and she was less frail. This was all shocking, but what surprised Pam the most was Sam's clothing.

Her daughter was in fact still wearing a black top, but it was rather long and frilly around the end, so that it looked almost like a mini-dress. Underneath of that was a baby blue tee, and a pair of very dark skinny jeans that went very well with the blue and black converse on her feet.

"You look very nice today...Sam." Pam managed to choke out.

Sam giggled and directed her attention back her cell phone. "Danny, I have to go. I'll see you at the game ok? Kay. Mwah! Bye!"

She placed her phone into her purse and looked back at her mom. That's right. Sam Manson has a purse.

Who was this girl? This couldn't possibly be her daughter. That rebellious future convict that Pam had always worried she would be. This girl...this girl was normal. The clump at the back of Pam's throat grew as she realized what was on her daughter's plate. It was chicken. Chicken of all things!

"Honey, I thought you were a vegan!" Pam gulped.

"Nope. Remember, I eat everything but red meat." The teen gazed down at her plate.

"Oh."

Silence.
'Mom, if this is about last night, I know I really shouldn't have been so rude. I'm really sorry...I just."

"Sam, it's quite alright. I really need to stop being so judgmental of people. It's your decision and after last night I really think I should stop being so nosy"

More silence.

"Alright, so truce?"

"Truce."

What had just came out of her mouth? Had she just apologized? And admitted she was wrong? This was unlike all of the stubborn spoiled Mansons. How was all of this happening?

"Sam, on the phone did you say that you were going to a game?"

"No. I'm gonna be in a game. I play lacrosse remember?"

Pam blinked. Okay then. There was definitely something wrong with her child.

"Oh right! Then I guess I'll see you later than!!!" Pamela said in a fake voice.

"Er...yeah. But one more thing." Sam paused before rushing out, "Can I please go to a party tonight!?!"

"Absolutely not!!!" Pam's face paled as she choked out. "You know the rules. Only balls, dances, or proms. That's it."

Sam's panic-stricken face danced with fury as she yelled out, "Whatever happened my decisions?"

"Than you shouldnt have asked me."Pamela said through pursed lips.

Sam's pouted face looked down and back at her mother. Through clenched teeth she managed to say goodbye, grab her lacrosse stuff, and slam the door.

Pam stared out her kitchen window as her daughter that had changed so much over night ran down the street, never seeming to tire.

She cleared the table of the dishes that Sam had left there and let out a deep breath.

She needed to break all of this down, starting with the night before.

She remembered that Sam had come home, been questioned, and then went off on a crazy ranting rampage throughout the house after their fight. But what would have happened to her for her hair color to change so easily? And Sam would never start wearing colored contacts. That would be horrible to mess up those unique eyes.

Sam would never change just for Danny. That went against one of her many principles.
So what was it?

Just like that, a memory of the night before that had seemed to have been swiped from her memory came back.

Hadn't she wished that her daughter would be normal? That had to do with the whole thing somehow. Not that it was even possible that someone had overheard her wish and managed to grant it.

Was it? According to logic, no. However, Pam lived in Amity Park where it seemed almost everything was possible.

Oh well. She didn't care right now. All that mattered was the fact that she had finally gotten what she had always wanted: A normal child.

But what she didn't think about was the fact that normal doesn't really have a definition. There are only ideas of what normal is.

And normal can be defined to just about anything.

A/N: Mwahahahaha! I know it took me a while but it's finally done. I updated! Hey, its not my fault I was grounded again! (shifty eyes) Please people, tell me what you think!!!! Is it going in the direction you hoped? Or did I kill a perfectly good idea.

This chapter just seemed to flow out. It seemed so natural. I hope it shows so bad. It's just like the first chapter of my first fic, The Satellite. Creepy. Anyway, I might not update for a bit because of school. It's so sad. During the summer I was so hopeful that I would have alot of updates when school started but its the complete opposite. Oh well. I'll have alot more extra time this week because I'm not gonna be as busy, and on the 27th and Halloween I'm not going anywhere because I sadly, don't celebrate so lets all be hopeful.

As always, review please!

Next Update Hopefully by:
November 2nd

Have a Happy Harvest or Halloween!
((Harvest in my case))

-M.M