"Ugh, why do they have to be here," she shouted aloud in fustration. It was pretty much a normal day for her, but it was just a bad day. It started with her being late for school, and getting a detention which she would have to serve the next day of school, then there was the ridicual of her image from some of her peers, then there is school, life and helping Danny fight ghosts.

It didn't seem like much to just want to go home and crawl into bed for, but the thing after all of it was the fight that she had had with Danny. It was about him and how he acted toward other girls, but when it came to her it was a totally different story as if she wasn't one of the special girls.

It wasn't even her who started the fight, instead it was Danny. But, he was the one who watched her storm off while he flew off home.

Jumping onto her bed stomach first she rolled over onto her back in fustration. She couldn't just go to bed at the moment because she had homework to do. Now she jsut had to get up and find her bookbag.

Lookign around the dark gothic room it wasn't there and thinking for moment it dawned on her, and she slapped her forehead with fustration. She just remembered that she had left it at Danny's house because they had planned on getting homework out of the way when his ghost sense went off, and that signaled the end of that thought.

That was just great, she thought. Now she couldn't do her homework that night, so that meant she was on a threads edge from Mr. Lancer giving her detention.

He, Mr. Lancer never liked Tucker, Danny and her that much. He alwasy assumed that they were bad influences and trouble makers. It seemed that they were the ones who got in trouble for something someone else did.

Rolling off the black comfortered bed, she landed on the floor with a hard thud.

Ow! She grabbed her laptop, lifted the lid and pressed the on button which was located on the northern most part of the keyboard. She then shut the lid and put it on her bed.

While the computer loaded she did her routine: She closed the curtains tightly, lite the three dark candles on her dresser, and then sit on her bed infront of the computer and talk to her two best friends if they were on the computer. Sometimes they would play games, chat, or just play with their webcams.

But tonight would be undoubtfully different. Sam wouldn't want to talk to Danny. She would wait for him to apologize.

It would most likely go as it normally went: he would be as clueless as ever and Sam wouldn't hold the grudge against him for long. (She couldn't hold a grudge against him for very long anyways.)

It would most likely go away and be forgotten until somehow it is brought up again, and it would definently spark another arguement.

Neither one of them was online and that really brought her down. Why wasn't the boy who she didn't want to talk to, but really wanted to talk to not online. In reality she wanted to talk to him, but cause of stupid reasons she based upon him as his fault they weren't talking.

How would school go tomorrow, she wondered. It wasn't like they haven't ever foughten before because they fought in every once in a while. So why did this time feel like it would only get worse? Why did she have this weird feeling.

Gotta stop there. Hope everyone has a Happy Halloween. Tuesday Yea! Scare or be scared