Yo! Hi, I got 7 reviews! I'm a bit sad that the 254 people that read my story didn't review, but oh well! Yeah, if pple say that I made Sam too immature well all I got to say is oh well! Don't read my story! If I make grammar mistakes just bare with me! I'm only 13 (I just turned that February) Well yeah. I don't have good grades in English class anyways! Besides I don't watch DP anymore or I don't read DP stories anymore. If I made Sam OOC that was because I don't like to make Sam emo or some sort cause really that's not cool. Besides I hate stories like that! So I made her more lively and I didn't like how Danny's so dumb or dense or how he just is a nerd! So not cool. So if you don't like my story DON'T READ IT. DON'T EVEN TRY. Oh yeah if you do like my story then I have one thing to say to you.
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Chapter 2--Guardian Angel
I got grounded. Why? Simple, so says my mother, he is a sweet little angel. ("and you shouldn't mess around and try to kill sweet little angels")
And I could clearly understand why she thinks he's an angel.. Jeez, I'm not stupid.
It's not really the fact that he looks like an angel, and - really he does. Light fair skin with his natural black hair almost falling messily in his eyes. Gorgeous blue eyes, the kind that sort-a sucks you in… or in my case, makes you wanna quickly jump behind a tree or dirty trashcan to hide yourself cause you might think your unworthy or plainly (again in my situation) too fat and ugly. But really, his face was as if God himself has constructed it, and although I hate him I would be a liar if I said he was a short ugly fat boy that had no sense of style. But that's besides the point.
Little children loved him. It's been a week since that day and although I had successfully avoided him and my little episode has died down I couldn't possibly ignore the fact that he was back in my life. Just randomly I would open a window and I'd see some random child I didn't even know that was in our neighborhood run up to Danny and hug him. From my three story room I could hear Danny's laughter and the laughter of other little children that was hanging around him. Simply - Children loved him like a care bear or a Barbie or J-I- Joe which made him more 'wonderful' to the girls (my age) and parents. He loved pets, and would help old people cross the street. Infact staying on that point, he likes to help a lot of people. Mom won't stop blabing about how a few days ago she had almost tripped while visiting the Fenton's and he had "zoomed" over to where she was and swiftly caught her. It's even word on the street that he is a "gentlemen and outgoing". Every day Danny and his friend Tucker (the guy I punched in the face) would skateboard around the neighborhood and everybody would wave to them (mostly Danny) or even talk to them. And when I say everybody did this, I mean everybody. (except me)
So this is what I'm saying:
Little children love him
Old people love him
Parents love him and girls my age in our neighborhood loves him (of course in a different way then the old people and the little children or parents do)
Mom loves him
And he is (sadly) cute.
The way people describes Danny sounds as if he they were describing Jackie Chan or Orlando Bloom or even Johnny Depp. And they all sound like my Mom.
I could even like him. After all, he's cute, and so nice and caring. So nice and caring to other people that aren't me. And he almost broke my arm that Saturday. Nice and Caring.
And what about me? Am I obsessed with this ugly pathetic thing they call a boy? Pff! No! I hate him. Hate. He screwed up my childhood, I have all the right to hate him.
The past week (that Danny has came back) has been horrible. It was filled with countless rants of "how Danny is amazing" and Mom having that "I'm up to something" look in her eyes that made me quite happy that school came by.
Gazing at Casper High, I sighed deeply. The school was like any other. A three story building that was ordinarily colored pink. (principles always colors schools pink or peach for some odd reason. They think it's 'rad' or what not. I just think it's gay.) There was already students around the school, some under trees casually talking to their friends others on the grass or on the pavement. Boringly I moved swiftly into the building.
As I walked into school all the sudden it became eerily quiet in the hallway as people began to (rudely) stared at me and the first few minutes of walking I had the most horrible feeling that this year is gonna be super bad. Why? Let's say I could hear some of things people are saying about me
"Hey, isn't that that girl who attacked those people in Danny's party?"
"Yeah! I bet she's a terrorist."
"She defiantly looks like one. Like seriously who in America has purple eyes? She is so foreign!"
"I heard she also attacked some guy and broke his glasses (people are degrading me. I broke his nose too!)…Tucker? She also tried to attacked… Danny?"
"Yeah! He's back. Isn't it awesome? I remember him from the 3rd grade!
"Duh! Who could forget. I saw him today, he's like sooooo hott!!"
"I bet the girl tried to rape him."
What?!
Angrily I whirled around and grabbed the boy by the collar that had uttered those last words aloud.
"What did you say you say punk?!" I yelled furiously, raising my fist getting ready to knock this boy's socks off.
You see, in a normal day at school people in school normally see me as this shy, quiet, smart artist girl that only talks to her one (quiet -but really isn't quiet.. To me at least) friend in school. So you could really tell how people would find what I'm doing right now (or about to do) quite surprising. But the fact the people think this way is really a bunch of bull. I'm so not smart and or quiet or anorexic. (I'm rather just this obnoxious and annoying fat girl) but they don't know that so people right now started to crowd around (for they really don't have a life) to enjoy and watch what I was going to do with this boy.
"That you're a ugly rapist" replied the boy proudly (which lead "oohs" in the crowd) he was not at all scared of me, for he actually does know me (or think he knows me, his name is Eric) as this dorky, weak nerd-child but boy does he have another thing coming.
Like my fist.
Unable to control my anger I let out a screechy gorilla yell that shocked people (and oddly enough it pretty much shocked me too). No one calls me ugly. (And I wouldn't want to rape Danny anyways!) So I let my fist fly (as I watched amazingly in ultra cool slow motion), towards the boy's face (or rather nose cause that's where I'm really aiming with my perfect kick-ass aim) and I broke it with a loud enough crack, leading him to fall to the cleanly white waxed floor, blood dripping down from the boys nose like a water fountain (ok, maybe not like a water fountain but you get my idea). And I would have followed him down too, pounding my fist into his stupid face (I really cannot take anybody's insults - after that year Danny had left of course) if not a clean hand didn't hold me back.
"Samantha Isabelle Manson stop where you are!" (I don't know Sam's middle name so just bare with me)
Whoa. Did she just say my full name?
Clearly shocked I stopped to stare at this girl (my age or so--A/N: I'm gonna make her Sam's age. I don't care this is my story! I rule this keyboard!--) with fiery red hair with stunningly familiar blue eyes sternly stare back at me, she looked like one of those clean teacher's pet kind of girls (for some reason people that are teacher's pets have that academic look) . But what I was really focusing on where the heck I had seen her from
"Who are you?" I asked stupidly (and probably rudely too).
She raised an eyebrow "You don't remember me? I'm Danny's sister."
'Sister of the devil!' I thought rapidly.
Stop being mean just cause you hate her brother!
Hey! Gives me a right to hate her. I mean.. She never stopped Danny from making fun of me!
"Really!" I smiled with mock interest as I neared her "It's been a long time Jazz…" Jazz smiled at my words as I came close enough but just as quick as my welcoming smile came it left and was replaced with a evil smirk "But not long enough! Tell your brother I hate him!" I said as I kick Jazz hard in the shins, making her yelp in pain and surprise as she fell to the cleanly waxed floor.
Ok. Maybe I didn't have to hurt Jazz. I mean she's ok I guess (she didn't make fun of me back then.. ). But she's the sister of the devil!
Suddenly I realized that there was people still crowed around me and they were not looking pretty (they looked like they were going to hurt me) so I started thinking on my toes again like the dumb person I am.
Stupidly (not thinking it would work) I pointed to a different hallway parallel to me and screamed as loud as my weak little girly lungs could allow--
"HOLY SHT!! Is that Johnny Depp?!"
Immediately the crowd left me (forgetting the two injured people on the floor), in search for their greatly beloved Celebrity Star. And in the few seconds they left I thanked god for the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean."
Quickly before the realization dawned to the stupid crowd of teens that I had cleverly tricked their small little brains, I quickly took my flee of escape towards my first period class, cackling occasionally thinking about my classmate's stupidness.
While speed walking through the hallways and dodging people I reached into my blue New Jansport backpack and took out my schedule and read -- 1 period : Mr. Lancer, English Advanced, Room 309
What?! Advanced English!
Mr. Lancer is this balding corny man whose is very boring and although I had gotten on his good side the year before when I had his class and had gotten a good number of A's and B's and never gotten close to a C in his class but even though I would never ever had thought I'd be put into a Advanced class.
Walking into his class uncomfortably thinking how I shouldn't really be in this class, I slowly realized that I was one of the first people there inside the classroom so I chose a seat in the front like I normally do. (Yes, dorky huh?)
Immediately after I had plopped myself into my chair a girl with ugly greasy brown hair and red rimmed glass ran into the class room and stared at me. And I would've died. It was Jane Pakewitz, the school's most known know-it-all and tattle tale. I knew she was going to do that thing she's greatly known for.
"Sam Manson!" Jane called to Mr. Lancer "Just attacked and injured two students!"
From the sound of my name combined with assaulting someone really didn't make any sense to Mr. Lancer - for he too probably thought that I was some misunderstood dorky weak nerd-child like all the other people that really don't know me so he turned his gaze to me
"Did you hurt somebody?" he asked disbelievingly.
In any given case I would've laughed. Seriously, why would I commit this crime of being a meanie and just admit I did it? What, should I say "Oh, sorry. Yeah I broke some dude's nose and kick a girl in the shins that was all up in my face a moment ago. Yeah, shouldn't done that." Pff, yeah right! So I did what any other normal little girl would do. Give an straight answer and explanation just to bring up some proof.
"No I did not do THAT. I mean why would I do such a horrible, cruel (ingenious) and senseless thing?" I said trying to muster up my best innocent voice I could muster "Besides," I said reassuringly "I'm such a WEAK and SMALL little girl…. With weak arms and (ugly) pretty and clean (dirty) hands. After all, I have too much of a BRAIN to do such nonsense!"
Mr. Lancer smiled and I knew that I succeedingly fooled yet again another stupid person (which shows how smart I am in this school.. Or at least stupidly smarter) But although he smiled he needed a bit more reassurance.
"But why would Jane say such a thing?"
"Cause she's on crack" I said really fast. Opps. I forgot that I have to act like a nerd-child. So pretending that I'm that nerd-child everybody thinks I am, I began to play the part, talking like my science teacher and all confusing and scientific like. "Umm… I said she… she has a Mental-Umpa-Lumpa-Ugly-Cancer-itis disease! It's when these tiny anti-Sam dudes that hates my guts or something, like inhabits her brain, and convinces her to daily-ly ruin my life" I said nodding my head very persuasively. Whoa, I must've look like an idiot right now (cause I think I lost some brain cells trying to put my lame excuses into action) but I really don't care (just as long as people get the picture that I'm innocent). I looked over to the speechless mean-tattle-tale Jane. "Don't worry. Maybe someday a person will donate some brain cells to you so you won't have to be such a player hater." I said flashing my hundred dollar (or 50 cents) worth smile, while just as well - giving her the mental message (between my soothing words) to "player hate" somewhere else or else I'd knock her socks off too, like the last kid that was suppressing me.
To my surprise (I haven't noticed) that the whole class had been there. Listening. To my pathetic (yet ingenious) excuses. And they were laughing, pointing at me like what I had said was any lamer then what they probably would say when put in my situation (besides, I handled it pretty well!), and they were re-quoting my words. Danny was one of them, probably even the loudest, already laughing with his new friends (popular posse, how predictable!) but also with that loser Tucker boy.
Immediately I blushed and looked away.
The class passed slowly, with Mr. Lancer droning on and on. At first I was all ready, taking notes like the sweet nerd-child I had been transformed into every time I had stepped foot in this school. But soon Mr. Lancer's words began to fuse together and it all started to sound like mush… Suddenly I found myself with my head lying down lazily onto my books and my eyelids acting like as if possibly there were some sort of weight hanging on top of each one, tempting me to close them.. And I'm just a sucker for temptations, so I took the easy way and didn't try to bother and fight it and I started to sleep. But this was a different sort of sleep, the kind where you're still slightly conscious and you could still hear things but it's just all black and there's random things popping around acting stupid and making you wonder why the hell those things were there.
And guess what I hear behind me?
The popular posses where Danny is. (Gosh, why'd they have to sit behind me!)
"Hey look, that girl in front of us-she's sleeping!" said a talking cartoon unicorn
"Hah! Do you see that? She's drooling goo or something on her books!" exclaimed a certain blue eyed waffle. (Danny)
"EWW!! She is like SO disgusting!" said a familiar sounding pink annoying teddy bear… with evil red eyes. (Paulina)
"Hey, I'm gonna poke her. Let's see what happens!" Said the blue eyed tasty waffle.
"Dude. Don't poke her. She might have rabies or something." warned the cautious dorky looking bottle of glue (Tucker. A/N: you do know this is all in Sam's head?)
"Yeah Danny don't touch the freak." replied again the stupid looking pink teddy bear. In fact I'm starting to hate this pink teddy bear.
"Oh well, I wanna poke her anyways" said the waffle.
Um.. Does anybody realize that I have a name? Besides if that waffle dares to touch me I'll--
Suddenly I feel something jab at my back leading me to make one of my morning sounds which sounds like something from a zombie horror movie. (it goes like "ARAHGAHAH!!!)
"Oh My God! Did you hear that? Sounds like some dying whale!" Said the waffle while bursting into fits of laughter. (Is this waffle implying I'm fat?!)
"I like, told you she is a freak!"
"Heh, that was so funny! You should do it again." said the dorky bottle of glue.
I REPEAT DON'T TOUCH ME YOU WAFFLE BOY--
Again I feel the waffle jab me in the back but in a instant I whirled around with lightning speed (that would've probably surprise myself if I could ever watch what happened) and I bit down on the waffle's hand, slobbering all over it with what they called looked like "goo". This surprised everybody, hell it freaked everybody out, for as they all knew I was asleep. Hey I was asleep. But I didn't forget about the other piece of annoying shit that said I had rabies so-Just as I had lunged to bite this tasty waffle that had disturbed my peace I also shot my hand out to where I knew the annoying bottle of glue was and I started to squeeze it's cap so that all of the glue would come out.
Distastefully I spat the waffle boy's hand out of my mouth and with one hand (the other hand is squeezing the stupid bottle of glue) I punched the waffle into it's stomach making him fall down out of it's chair to the cleanly white waxed floor with an "oomph".
"You taste bad waffle boy!"
Forgetting the stupid waffle boy since I had some unfinished business, I turned my attention to the dorky bottle of glue that I was squeezing and I raised him over my head and I started to shake him (while squeezing the cap) over the freaked out, red eyed teddy bear. (A/N: PAULINA!)
"I'm gonna pour some glue on you!! Some glue on you! You're going to be stuck together, forever!!" I sang with a smile that was all demented and a bit creepy.
In that pure second of bliss of squeezing the stuff out of this annoying bottle of glue, I started to hear people gasping and eww'ing and "OhMyGoding" I finally was brought to my senses as I gazed down to the 'not so waffle' much Danny and 'not so bottle of glue' much Tucker. (and not so much teddy bear Paulina!)
Woah. ... This is a very odd scene. I practically ate Danny's hand, and…. I'm choking Tucker??! Immediately I let go of my hand (as if disgusted), and the bottle of glue.. Err.. Tucker, fell to the floor heaving desperately for air.
I stole a glance at Danny who made a sickened face at my gooey slobber on his hand.
" Eww… Your such a cannibal slobber freak."
"Yeah," I said "well your just a… a…. f-freak-o!"
"Well your just a ugly girl that will probably stay lonely for the rest of your pathetic life."
Wow. For some odd reason that just felt like a slap to the face. Maybe it's the reason cause his words are true, but the main reason is because he said it.
Seeing that I possibly couldn't let him see that his words hurt me a bit, I had to say something back. And I could only think of one thing.
"Go to hell you fagot--"
"Ms. Manson!"
Immediately I shut up. Right beside me was Mr. Lancer and he wasn't looking dandy. Suddenly my mouth didn't have the words to bring up another ingenious excuse. Finding that I couldn't get myself outta this one, I was about to blame it all on waffle head Danny if not the bell rung.
Without delay I grabbed my backpack and sped out of there like some maniac woman or person that has to go pee really bad. Running through the hallways I caught glance of a person leaning casually onto some locker smirking. Danny smirking. Before I could possibly wonder how the hell he got in front of me when I left the class in the dust, I felt myself trip. Over Danny's outstretched foot. And I watched in slow motion (like in the Matrix) as my wonderful face connect to the ground and my books and papers fly around in the air.
And guess what gentlemen Danny is doing? Hmm?
He threw his head back and laughed (Evilly in my opinion). And just as wonderful as my neighbor was; my fellow classmates followed suite and stopped to laugh with him. God why is it that I can tell that Danny's gonna be loved in this school more then me? (Is it because I'm ugly?!)
Before I could get up and take my textbook and lunge at Danny and bash his head in, Jazz and my friend Maria (A/N: that's me! Well I'm gonna make her somewhat me'ish.. My nickname is Mia! Yay!) pushed through the crowd helped me up and picked my books and papers up and handed it to me.
"Danny did you trip Sam?! You should be more nicer. You're not stuck in the 3rd grade!" Jazz said glaring at Danny while pushing him on shoulder a bit. Danny smiled playfully.
"No I'm not stuckin the 3rd grade but someone (looks at me) is. Well she should've seen it coming. Besides, she could call it "revenge" if she wants to. Jazz you should've seen what she did in 1st period!"
"What did you do in the first period?" Maria and Jazz said at the same time.
I open my mouth as if to reply but nothing seemed to come out. I guess I did deserve to be tripped. I mean what I did wasn't exactly something to be proud of. Seeing how I have nothing to say about that - for it seemed "unexplainable" I turned to Danny and smiled sweetly.
"You suck!" I said and I grabbed my two confused friends (I think I'm gonna add Jazz into my friend list… oh yeah now I have two friends!) and I dragged them out of the hallway, just as well hearing Danny and the crowd I left burst in laughter and I could hear what Danny say that he "unfortunately" live next to a psychopath and my fellow classmates say how they wished to live next to him and how I was a freak. I have such nice classmates huh?
While walking to my 2nd period class I gazed over at Jazz.
"Ugh… Sorry I kicked you this morning.. Wanna be friends?"
"Hey, is there something I'm missing?! What's up with the drama this morning?" Maria asked angrily before Jazz could reply.
"Ok, this week my evil enemy, Danny who was the guy I said that sucked and that was the reason I tripped, came back to ruin my life. He's Jazz's brother." I said motioning to Jazz while Maria and Jazz exchanged hellos. "Well I crashed his welcoming party up.. Meaning well--at first I tried to hide from him but this stupid kid Tucker had to be all punched in the face and had to tell Danny where I was.. So I tried to kill Danny but it didn't work and I ended up beating up all the people around me cause some shit-head touch my "untouchable" hair (even though it probably looked like shit anyways) and then I broke Danny's window and fell out… and yeah! So let's fast forward to today, where some guy said I was rapist so I had beat him in the face and I kicked Jazz in the shins because, no offense Jazz, but you're the sister of the devil! And then in first period I ate Danny's hand and almost strangled Tucker over an evil Paulina." I stopped. "But for good reason."
Sam and Jazz looked each other then over at me and stared, most-likely thinking the same thing
Psychooo!
I rolled my eyes. "Stop looking at me like that! Besides, now that you know you guys are stuck with me anyways."
Stuck with a psycho.
Jazz smiled at me. "Don't worry Sammy I forgive you, and I know that Danny isn't exactly nice to you and I do feel guilty that I couldn't stop him from making fun of you before… Though I do want to be your friend. You too Maria."
Maria scoffed "Well DUH! Of course I'll be your friend! Now we could start a little group... Um… we could be the 'Nerd Avengers', but dude that sounds so awesome! Well… I don't know why you Sam hates that boy.. But I'll get that out of you later!"
Immediately we all started talking about the old days and how boys are stupid and before long I could tell that me, Jazz and Maria are gonna be really good friends. Unfortunately for me Jazz didn't have any of my class (duh, she older than me!) and Maria only had only two but at least we all shared the same A lunch.
It was already 6th period and I could tell now why I had all Advanced classes, and why mom had that "I know something you don't" or the simple "I did something evil" look all this week. Easy. My genius of a Mom put me in all of Danny's classes, meaning all of his advanced classes. And being my stupid regular self I will probably fail and it'll all be Mom's fault.
Sighing, I stared at the window next to my desk. It was bright and sunny outside and the sky was a nice pretty kind of blue. Looking outside makes me wonder why I'm here, inside when I could be enjoying the nice weather. Or.. If any students try escaping. But I shouldn't even try looking down (if I did I'd be leaning against the window) because this class was in the third floor, and all you could see is just the sky.
Suddenly I feel a paper ball hit me on head. Hey! Making sure the old man that was the teacher was watching, which he wasn't (he isn't paying attention to anyone) I turned around to see Danny laughing while talking (far) across rows to other people (A/N: the one in italics are not Danny)
"Dude, look at her face. Totally anger management!" (hey you're the one that threw a paper ball at me!)
"Yeah she's really creepy!"
"What really would be creepy is if she liked you Danny"
"Yeah Danny, does she like you?"
"I don't see how anybody wouldn't like you Danny"
"Yeah well doesn't like me."
"Why not?"
Before Danny could answer I answered it
"Cause you're an asshole!" I practically yelled.
Immediately it got quiet as Danny stood up out of his seat and walk smoothly towards me, his eyes locking with mine. "What did you say?" I stood up as well. No way is Danny going to be better than me! (A/N: the teacher isn't paying attention.. He's probably deaf too)
Danny stood there, towering over me. Standing on my tippy toes (even though he was still taller then me by 2 inches) I looked him straight in the eye, trying my best to look like I wasn't scared. But really I was freaking out, his breath was warm against my face and his stare makes my legs feel like jello.
"I didn't say anything you jerk face. I said CASSEROLE!"
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Whatever loser" He said as he walked away.
That's where I got mad again. No one "Whatever loser" me!
"Yeah well, you walk away!" I said as Danny ignored me and started talking across the room again.
It was about ten minutes later the old man (teacher) started snoring and the class started talking. Having nothing to do I glanced over at Danny. He was shivering and a blue mist came out of his mouth as if the air around him wasn't the receding summer air but winter. He looked over at Tucker and Tucker looked over at him, giving each-other a look. But it wasn't just an ordinary look, it was those kinds of looks that has a meaning behind it, or it was some sort of signal. As if Danny could sense my stare he broke his gaze at Tucker and looked at me and glared-giving me the middle finger.
Ugh. That asshole.
I looked away, and got out my iPod that I bring everywhere and I started to listen to some music.
Not long it became eerily cold. Freezing. I took off my earphones and looked around, other students felt this cold and started to hug their self briskily. Before I could question about the sudden change of temperature a loud boom rang in my ears as the vibration made me fall out of my seat onto the cold floor like the others in the class. It sounded as if somewhere in the school the wall broke. Suddenly the lights in the room started to flicker on and off till it gave and was all dark. Even outside the once bright pretty blue sky turned into an ugly gray. I watched unknowing what to do as people started getting off the floor and rushing to the door. Only to find it locked. As more booming sounded the more people around me started to become distressed. They were crying. Wailing. Screaming and pounding with their fist against the wood door. People even started to get out their cell phones and try to make calls only to find that there was no service. I looked over at the teacher, he looked like he was dead, his head lying on his desk drooling. Walking over to him (while trying to ignore everybody else) I picked up his hand and let it drop back down only leading him to make a gurgling sound. Before I could announce that he is not actually dead Paulina screamed with her screechy girly voice
"I can't breathe! All of you stop breathing I need all the air I could get!!"
I rolled my eyes. Seriously could this girl get any stupider? Picking up my seat that was on the floor, I sat down, and closed my eyes trying to get some sleep like the old man. Soon it was silent (well silent as you couldn't hear all the people freaking out.. But the booming didn't stop) as I could hear loud breathing as if some person was trying to get as much air as possible. Opening my eyes out of curiosity my mouth dropped. People were pale or slightly purple from lack of air or some were passed out lying on the floor as if they died.
At once I jumped out of my seat. No one shall die while Sam Manson is alive!
In the midst of circumstances I knew exactly what to do from the hundreds of Jacky Chan and James Bond movies. Take out the problem before the problem takes you. Not wasting any time I lunged at the stupid girl (Paulina) aided with my backpack.
"Eww get off mmff! You freaky gir- mmff! Mmffff!!!"
Yes, obviously the "mmff" means something special.
That's Super Sam taking out the problem
After I had successfully bashed Paulina's head in with my backpack till she was unconscious I raised myself off the ground and started to dust myself. My classmates weren't dying anymore now that they had no stupid popular girl to die for, but they were staring at me oddly - not knowing exactly what to do. I raised my hands triumphantly.
"Good people, I had taken out this stupid girl and now I'm gonna take over this dirty joint!"
To my surprise the people scoffed and looked at me skeptically
"And who says we should listen to you?!"
"Yeah what makes you better than us!"
"You're just a stupid dorky ugly pathetic girl--"
In a instant I found myself on top of a desk and I shout in the loudest voice my poor lungs could allow.
"STOOOOOOP!"
They stopped so I continued.
"I am going to take charge. Right now I am the only person that knows what to do in a situation like this. I've been through stuff like this!" I lied freely. Hey, the closest time to this situation is when the priest of my catholic church made me pee in my pants when he started telling me I had a guardian angel following me and watching me. I mean - sounds to me that I have some dead person out to get me! So you know I hired some ghost hunter and they like, blessed my house ten times and they like put all these ghost protecting charms around my room and stuff. But I still think those things still following me…. Eeeh. Scary.
The students around me nodded then one boy spoke up, "What are we gonna do?"
I flashed my hundred dollar smile that could melt faces. "Hmm… I never thought I'd ever say this… BUT WERE BUSTING OUTTA SCHOOL!!"
They all nodded as I started to give out orders and my classmates started to work…. On my ingenious plan.
The thing was though, I didn't realize that there was two people missing.
Danny and Tucker.
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Danny's POV
"Danny watch out!" Tucker yelled from underneath the desk in the classroom. (A/N: first floor)
Instantly I ducked and the desk that was being thrown at me passed my head, but I failed to realize that there has been two desks that was being thrown at me and the second desk hit me square in the stomach with such velocity that the just the impact of it sent me flying breaking another wall until I was outside lying on the grass, rubble all over me as I grunted as I pushed them off. Nowadays nothing really hurt me, whether I been thrown through brick, glass, or even cement walls it didn't hurt. The only things that hurt me now was if I was I was stabbed or cut really deep.
Just as I had been thrown out of the school the ghost followed. This ghost was an odd one, it was a plump lady with red rimmed glasses and so far all it did was scream and throw desks, black boards, and chairs at me. But nonetheless-weak. Now that I think about it, the ghost I encountered so far here has been weak… Well weaker then the ones in Europe.
These American ghosts.
The teacher ghost charged at me, with a two meter long ruler that more resembled a metal sword. Wanting to end this game I did my ghost wail. The roar sent the ground shaking, bellowing toward the ghost and striking it and leading the ghost to create a pitch scream of it's own. Smirking I took out the ghost thermos.
"Hungry? Have some soup!" I smiled as I sucked the ghost into the thermos as it yelled and struggled, but with no prevail.
Tucker moved from the broken wall towards me.
"'Hungry? Have some soup?' Dude you need to get better at this." Tuck said while shaking his head.
"Bah Bah. You're certainly not the one sticking ghosts into some soup cup! If I want to say 'Have some soup' then I get to say it!"
"Yeah, but couldn't you do something more cooler? Like say, 'Take this you dead person!' and then you'd like flip your hair cooly and I will jump in and buff out my muscles so all the fans could swoon over us," Tuck said nodding "and all."
"Yeah, the boy that looks dead will say 'Take this you dead person!' - great imagination Tuck." I replied while smiling. Tucker was my best friend that dates back since the 3rd grade. We'd do a lot of things together, skate, play video games, make fun of Sammy, and played a lot of pranks like made stink bombs and put it in the girls bathroom. Yeah, we did a lot crazy and fun things. When I moved to Paris Tuck and I kept in very good touch. Everyday we'd call each other, e-mail each other (Tuck would use his PDA for that) and mail each other and not just once a day. More like whenever we had the chance. Every 1 hour or so. Tuck would even visit me every time he had the chance, like in spring breaks or winter breaks or whatever. Thus why he knew of me being half ghost-infact he'd know because he emailed me to go in the ghost portal. It was all his fault. But I'm not mad at him, he'd always help me in tough situations when I was against a ghost.
I gazed into the sky. The gray clouds was slowly vanishing while the sun came into view.
"Danny… Does Sam has some mental problems?"
I laughed thinking what Tuck said was a joke "Pff, yeah!"
Tucker looked at me seriously "No I mean it."
"Well… Not that I know of."
"I think she does.. Look." he said pointing to a window on the side of the school building.
Squinting I could see a form of a girl… wait it was Sam! She was looking over outside, as if analyzing something, and she was holding… A desk?! Before I could question what she'd ever do with a desk in her hand she took the desk and with a swift motion she slammed it at the window, breaking it into many pieces. Dude, what up with her and breaking windows? She smiled her creepy smile of hers and turned around as if talking to someone or someones' (Me and Tuck is close enough to hear it).
"Good people! I shall now be the first one to go down to test if this is stable… And I'll be the first one to break outta school! Go me! You guys suck." she pronounced as some people threw some sort of rope down the broken window… wait is that a bunch of guy's T-shirts tied together? Oh, jeez it is!
Tuck nudged me in the arm while smiling "I bet she took them off the boys!"
I scoffed but smiled "Heh, Sam? Yeah right! She probably screamed her butt off and laughed her scary laugh to make those boys take off a shirt for her!"
Tuck and me laughed, but watched silently as this crazy girl started to climb down the T-shirt made rope. Oh what a fool. The rope thing didn't even come one half of the building and the expression of her face pretty much said that she obviously didn't realize before that she was climbing a three story building. I hope she knows that she's in deep shit. But it was funny nonetheless. (Sam was climbing down on three T-shirts that was weakly tied together)
Tucker and I were laughing uncontrollably. Dude, Sam's really messed up!
"Danny don't you think you should help her?" Tuck said while laughing.
"Nah. Her fault for being an idiot. Besides I like watching her climbing T-shirts down a three story building." I smirked.
Suddenly my eyes widen as I hear Sam scream "Oh gosh I'm in deep shit!" over and over as the ties started to loosen. Tucker pushed me roughly forward, but I was already running. I jumped into the air and turned myself transparent and in second I had her-in my arms. But Sam being her stupid self just started to freak out.
"Oh. My. God. My Guardian Angel is holding me captive!!" She said while trying to get out of my grasp. I just held her tighter.
"Stop struggling. I'm not your stupid Guardian Angel!" I quickly took a side glance of Tucker, he seemed amused. Erg. That boy's evil.
Sam's eyes went wide as she looked around as if trying to find where I was. "You're not? Well… then you're just air! Oh great, I'm talking to something that goes into my lungs!"
I rolled my eyes. Does anybody here in Amity except my family or Tuck here believe in ghosts? Well, I'm technically not a ghost but still.
"I'm not air. Now stop being stupid and be quiet!" I yelled out.
Sam looked taken aback from my words, but quickly recovered and glared all around herself. "Yeah, well maybe I don't wanna be quiet! You stupid invisible thing!" She said as she punched the air one foot away from the left side of my face. Hmm…. Violent and Psychotic.
"Look. My name is Danny…. Danny Phantom." As I made myself visible.
Sam stared at me shocked then started to stare at my now visible eyes as if lost in them, then she broke the stare "Danny…" she said as her eyes became glazed as I bet she probably was thinking of my human form, she must of remembered where she was and Sam made a face of disgust "Danny is such a boogerface name!"
Wow. She certainly has a way with words. It somewhat amazes me.
I rolled my eyes as I got close enough to the ground and just dropped her, leading her to fall on her butt.
"Danny is not a boogerface name. Sammy-kins is." I smirked at her surprised face.
"You stalker!"
"No. Not stalker, after all-who would want to stalk a creep like you!" I said as I turned myself transparent as flew to where Tuck was. Tuck had known me so much that he could even pinpoint where I was when I was transparent. Infact it was as if he could see. I quickly went over to him, turned myself visible, and glared at his cheeky grin.
"That was so intense Danny."
"Shut-up or I'll drop you off a cliff."
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Sam's POV
Exhausted, I opened the door to my house. Apparently I was the only one that left school…. I don't know how the rest of students stuck there are getting out but whatever. At least I'm out and that's all that matters! But what about that weird boy? He reminds me of someone….but he has white hair and green eyes! I know! He's like Superman or something…. Cause he was flying!
Don't you realize that he was a ghost! Stuu-ped!
Pfft. Ghosts aren't real. Superman is real. Ghosts just defy the law of nature!
You don't believe in such a law!
True dat! Peace to the law of science!
You're not good at science.
Like when are we gonna use science in our lives?! Ne-ver!
Just as I walked through my front door, Mom appeared, in front of me.
"How was you're first day of school, honey?"
"Bad." I said plainly.
"Why is that? Because of that stupid Paulina girl?"
If there was one thing I shared with my Mom, it was our hate for Paulina. Mom wasn't that sort of parent that didn't care or wasn't evolved in what was happening in school or who didn't know who was who. Hell, my mom knew everyone in Casper High school, students and teachers. And if it was anything my Mom knew, Paulina picked on me and hated Paulina for it. But there was a main reason Mom hated her.
Because Paulina liked Danny. Third grade and this week Danny had come back.
"She is just trying to steal Danny from you. Don't worry Danny likes you!"
"But Danny doesn't like me!"
"Nonsense! He's just not showing it! Besides he might just like you, but doesn't know it!"
"But I don't like him, Paulina could just have him-"
"SAM ISEBELLE MANSON! I know you like Danny. NOW YOU WON'T LET THIS STUPID GIRL, PAULINA STEAL HIM AWAY FROM YOU!" Mom yelled furiously. If anything, you should never get on my Mom's nerve. She will simply eat you. (carnivore!)
"Y-Yes mother." I stuttered.
My mom smiled her evil smile. "Good. Now repeat after me, 'Sammy-kins is going to have a boyfriend.'"
I hesitated. Oh. Shit..
"Sammy-kins is going to have a boyfriend." I said quietly pouting.
"Good. Now go clean your dirty room. It's ugly" She smiled happily.
I frowned before going upstairs to clean the "ugly" room.
Sammy-kins is going to have a boyfriend
DARNIT!
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