The next morning she awoke to her mother shaking her and as of always she was in a grumbly mood. Her mother never failed to open the curtains as if the sun's bright rays would enter her room and cause her to be cherry. It only caused her to hiss out and try to block it out.

But today the mornings sun was blocked out by rain clouds and rain. So in other words it was gloomy out; just like her mood.

"Honey, you have to get up," she shook her again.

Sam sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. Just waking up and she felt like crap. Her head was aching, her eyes were runny and her body felt cold. Quickly cuddling back into the warmth of her blankets she tried to block out the light and ignore her mothers annoying 'wake-up' habits.

"Honey, don't go back to sleep you have to get up," she said raising her chipity voice a little bit with agitation in it.

When her daughter didn't want to budge out of bed longer than normal her mother felt her forehead and saw that it was very warm. Finally getting her daughter to get out bed she made her go sit in the kitchen so she could give her some medicane.

The aunt was in the kitchen and instantly she knew that she would try something even though it was early in the morning.

"Whats wrong with Samantha," the aunt asked adjusting the very expensive earrings in her ears.

Sam cringed at that for two reasons: The first reason was because the aunt would talk to her sister as if she wasn't in the room, and the second reason was because she called her Samantha. Some people called her Samantha, such as authorized people, but many people knew that she didn't like to be called that and preffered Sam. Her aunt was not acception.

"Shes not going to school today, she has come down with something," her mother imformed her sister. Sam just sat there the whole time head on table, eyes closed.

To excited for herself the aunt exclained, "That works out for us after all. Samantha can watch the kids while we go."

With her mind drifting her ears picked up what she said perfectly. Putting her head up she opened her eyes glaring evilly at the woman who just liked to ruin her life. She was not going to babysit. She didn't like babysitting and she didn't like her aunt, so why would she babysit for the aunt? Plus, she didn't feel good, and the last thing she wanted to do was watch whining, crying kids while she was sick.

Not waiting for her medicane she stood up and left the kitchen heading for the stairs.

"Wait Sammykins," he mother called out, "I haven't given you your medicane yet."

Sam didn't answer. Instead she went upstairs, got dressed, put on her make-up, brushed her hair down and got her bookbag. Even through her throbbing head, watery eyes and shiver ever so slightly she was going to school. It was a thousand times better than babysitting.

Catching her at the door her mother put her hand to the door before she could even open it.

"Honey, you are sick you can't go to school," her mother said.

"Mom, I don't want to watch kids, I want to go to school," she said eyes on the ground.

Worriedly her mother sighed, "Your always unhappy, hun. this style of yours, maybe you could--"

"Bye mom," she said and opened the door forcefully and left the house in the rain without an umbrella.

Making it to school she was fifteen minutes late. The bright side was that she was not as wet as she thought she would be. A little ways away from her house the rain turned to drizzle. Using her bookbag to cover her head she was alright.

Everyone was already in class and since the halls were empty and quiet she hoped that she wouldn't be caught and be able to slip into class without being noticed in the hall.

When she got to class she would get detention from Mr. Lancer so if the plan goes as she hoped she would only have two detentions since she recieved one yesterday, instead of three.

Walking very quietedly down the entrance hall her squeaky black combat boots gave her away. But luckily for her no one was around.

Or so she thought, and she thought wrong. A teacher was out and since she was in the hall without a pass the teacher automatically assigned her detention.

Getting to her classroom she opened the door and instantly all eyes fell on her. Danny was sitting in his normal seat and her normal seat next to him was empty.

"Nice of you to join us Ms. Manson," the teacher Mr. Lancer said sarcastically as she walked over to her seat and sat down.

"Since you missed the first few parts of the lecture I think you should catch up in detention."

Sam held up a slip which indicated that she already had detention in hopes that she didn't get another one.

He didn't care and gave her another one to go along with it.

Putting her bookbag on the back of her chair she put her head on her arms and watched the teacher continue on with the lecture without registering a word he was saying. It started clicking a little and she could aquire that he was talking about a huge contributation the author, the name slipping her mind, made during his reige during the time.

Didn't they all do that?

Glancing to her side she caught Danny Fenton, one of her best friends she was on creaks rocks with their relationship stareing at her. He waved to her but not with a smile on his face. It was more of an aknowledgement and he then turned back to writing notes.

Thinking that was a good idea she followed suit by getting out her notebook and writing down whatever the teacher said and whatever was on the board.

The homework that she forgot, she could only hope that it wasn't going to be asked for so she could have the chance to go home and actually do it.

Her head still pounded and she wished she wasn't there, but wished to be home. The drizzle now affected her condition and made her feel even worse now. But then again what could make her feel worser than she already felt?

Danny, she just wanted to talk to him. She wanted to see how his night went, and if anymore ghost had popped up, or even a story about an antick that went on in his home.

Whatever was happening between them she would drop. Simontaniously, it was getting harder and harder to remember what it was about anyways.

The class went on slowly but it finally ended and the class got up to leave but the teacher told her to stay for a moment and she knew exactly what was going to happen. He was going to ask her why she was late for school and about the sudden drop in interest in school work and, her grades and her homework, and if anything was wrong at home or with her.

It was exactly what she had predicted. To simply get him off her back she told him that a stomach bug was going through her house and she felt that she might be the next one to come down with it so she took an early precaution and took some medicane that her mother gave her.

He brought it and only an quarter of it was true: she was the one who was sick and her mother did actually try to give her medicane.

Walking out of the class she debated going to her next class or going home and crawling under her blankets and not coming out until the sun went down.

But then again she had class next with Danny and Tucker, her two best friends.

Gotta stop there. Happy New Year '007 yeah! Next chapter: Does she go to class? The arguement between her aunt and her.