Disclaimer: I still do not own Danny Phantom.
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Author's Note: Wow. I love that people are reading my story, and I love Kanashii.Umi and Cee Cee The Critic for reviewing. Kanashii.Umi was also correct in guessing where the quote from the last chapter is from, so if you'd like to know, you could look it up in her review.
Crazy's Not A Label
Chapter One
September 2008
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a trellis, marble fountains, trees reside
in the old back lot of the rich man's pride
an old mansion, now restored
once, twice, before it was sold
now ivy overgrows its white-washed walls
while patients in white glide down its halls
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I darkly eyed a partly-opened window, probably leading into a basement of sorts. I could shimmy through that, I thought, I know I'll fit - I will. And if I tell someone, maybe Angie will cover for me! Yeah...she'd do good. She'd tell Davey something to distract him, and then she'd alert the others, so if he thinks I'm gone, they could lie. "No, no, no. She stayed in bed today," they'd say. And he'd buy it. Sure, I'd be in trouble when everyone found out, but I'd be long gone by then.
"Hey, Miss, isn't that your group? You wouldn't want to lose them. Here, I'll walk you over," a boy offered.
I peered out from behind the tree, ready to attack this know-it-all, ready to rip into him with my claws. "Hey!" I protested. "Maybe I do want to lose them - ever thought of that?"
But I was too late. He was already waving Davey over. And that's when the sunlight hit him, and for the first time I really got a good look at him. Maybe if my life was a cheap romance novel sold by the dozens (and not a dusty tale of my unfortunate and uninteresting life hidden by the stacks of the bestselling romance novel), maybe I would have fallen in love with the boy at first sight. Maybe I would have looked up into gorgeous eyes and perfect hair...
Instead, I looked up into his plain - but troubled? - blue eyes (dark, too, or maybe it was just the shadow of his hand falling over his eyes) and his dark, messy hair flopping over his face. "Hey! I've got a lost girl over here!"
Davey practically ran over, searching. "Where? Where? Oh! Samantha, I didn't know you were on this trip!"
"Uh, yeah. I was, um, in the back of the group," I mumbled.
Davey beamed at the boy who "found" me. "Samantha, just imagine - you could've been lost! You might have had to stay overnight here, if it wasn't for this boy - your savior, your knight in shining armor! What's your name, boy?" Davey was a romantic, and anyone would have been able to guess it.
"Danny, Danny Fenton, sir. And I take it that you're Samantha?" He asked, glancing at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Actually, Sam. And thank you so much for rescuing me, Mr. Fenton," I drawled. Then, when Davey's back was turned, I leaned in really close to Danny and stuck my finger in his face. "And by the way, Danny, I didn't want to be found."
Davey turned back around. "Well, we better get back to the group, right Samantha?"
"Sure thing, Davey!" I chirped. "See you later, Mr. Fenton!"
I mentally noted that name - Danny Fenton. I'd need it later, to add to my hit list.
--DP--
As it turned out, I did see Danny again - and sooner than I expected, or wanted.
In fact, I was in line to get my lunch, when I heard that annoyingly over-happy voice. "Hey, Sam! Peas or corn?"
I looked up, only to see the boy from my nightmares holding up two spoons - one of green mush, and one of yellow. How could anyone be so peppy with both hands full of toxic cafeteria food?
"What are you doing here?!" I cried.
"Nice to see you too! I'm helping out, for charity," he answered. "Now, peas or corn?"
"Peas," I said, rolling my eyes.
He grinned and dumped two double spoonfuls on my tray. "Guess we'll be seeing each other a lot, huh?"
My answer: an exaggerated sigh, as I turned and walked away.
--DP--
"I don't see why you don't like him," Irene complained over lunch. I stayed away from the peas. "I think he's adorable."
"Those eyes," Kates moaned.
"That hair!" Irene added.
"Well, you guys can have him. He ruined my only chance to get out of this place," I declared, stabbing a piece of chicken. "I don't want him."
"Sam, stop being so over-the-top. You'll have another plan to bust out within the week's end. And I only wish I could have him," Kates said. "But-"
"He so totally only has eyes for you," finished Irene.
I frowned. "I didn't know delirium was on your list of illnesses," I teased. "Both of you, really! As if he'd like-"
"Hey, Sam, can I sit here?" Danny asked, appearing at my elbow.
"Me." I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"I'm off-duty now," Danny explained, as if I had asked. He set about to cutting his chicken into bite-size pieces. "I'm on my lunch break, and I didn't really want to sit with the lunch ladies...you girls don't mind, do you?"
Irene and Kates shook their heads, too speechless to speak, since their dream guy had just plopped in front of them. No surprise Danny'd be their dream guy, who else was there? The mute two floors below us, who didn't do anything except drool in his chair all day? Or you could go for someone more polished - there was this really cute guy Kates had her eye on since she came - just a guy to dream about, but just last year his fatal illness finally kicked the bucket for him. He wasn't yet thirty, but that's pretty lucky for what he had.
"Great. And you're cool too - right Sam?"
"Cold as ice," I said, forcing a grin.
Danny smiled right back, oblivious.
I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression. I am NOT as flippant as Sam is about death. I find death to be a very serious matter, as I do mental and physical disabilities. I would never be able to just talk about it like Sam does, but that's because I have a very different background. Please do note that Sam, in this story, is surrounded by death all the time, so it's completely natural to her. I hope that I did not and will not offend anyone with this story. If I did, I am truly sorry.
That being said, I hope you liked this chapter and feel free to review.
Also, the poem in the beginning is my original work. So, I do own it, and no one else does. Thank you.