Being a freshman in my new high school makes me want to write a story about Danny, Tucker, and Sam's meeting. Yes, I am a high school now. I just entered it. I made up Sam's past- it's according to my bitter experience with my friends at Junior High School… Writing this give me back the bitter memories, because my heart was really shatter that time. Actually it wasn't just the first time, I experienced losing 'friend' twice. After that, I hardly can trust someone to be my 'best friend' anymore- and I still have a little phobia about losing 'friend'. But now I think I have a new friend- I just hope that she won't left me like my other 'friends' did. I still fear to lose a best friend… And I do fear being rejected by everyone I just met. (Exception to internet friends because they're all as crazy as I am 8D)
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Summary : So, this is where I am… Casper High, my new school. I wonder if I can make friends with anyone. They're not really looks friendly. But, I don't really care. I always have been alone…
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Danny Phantom Fan-Fic by Pii
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship Rating: T
So, this is where I am…
Casper High, my new school. Not really a bad name. Casper… it's a ghost name. Funny, I think I will like studying in this place. Actually I was planning to go to a same school with my old 'classmates', but I just can't stand it. Yes, I absolutely going to love this place more than my old school.
You see, I am a gothic. From the way I dressed, I guess you are all can tell. And my old 'friends' avoided me because they thought I am a freak.
I didn't pretty care, and I don't even care that they hated me. Because this is who I am- always been alone, always been rejected.
…the one who left out of the group…
Sigh, I wonder if I can make friends with anyone here. Trough I am a goth, I am no freak! I can be very friendly to them if only they could accept me. Goth is just my style; it doesn't mean I am a bad person or something like that. Nah,… but I doubt I can make any friends. Just look at the women over there- they're all so girly, and I don't think they'll accept me. Nah, whatever… I don't care.
I don't care. And I don't even want to be friends with anyone like them. Not anymore. And those girls… they look like them so much.
Flashback
"Why do you think we wanted to be friends with you?"
I shrugged. "I, I thought you wanted to be friend with me- because you do WANT to be my friend!" I shouted back at her. She crossed her hands and said back,
"No, we WERE become your friend, because we WANTED to CHANGE you!" she shouted at me. "We just want to change you! You ARE a FREAK. And we wanted to fix you, so that you can fit in with the others. But, after we're friends for this long- you don't even changed."
I snapped back, "But I like the way I am now! I like myself the way it is!"
"But people don't like you, Sam." The other one told me, "And we want to change you, so they WILL like you," she placed her hands on my shoulders.
"But I don't want to change," I told them. "I like the way I am, and I don't want to change. I like myself now and I will never change it!"
"Tch," the one beside her said, "Then it was all useless. All our effort to be 'your friend', we wasted our time and energies all this time. Just to fix you, but even YOU don't want to be FIXED,"
Those words stabbed me.
"Then," I took a deep breath before snapping back at them, "IF you don't want to be MY friend, just stop being my friend! Just stop being my friend if you don't want to! If you just want to 'fix' me- I don't want to be fixed! I am staying like this! If you don't like me, i-if you don't want to be MY friend, if…if you don't want to… accept me for whoever I am, just go,"
I tried not to cry.
"Don't… care about me," I am still trying, "Just go away," I tried… "Go away from me! Don't. Ever. Look. At. Me." I glared on them. They stared at me.
I still tried to not cry.
Silence.
She raised her hands, "Fine," they turned back, "If you don't want to be fixed, then stayed like that forever. 'Til you dead," she headed to her friends, "Let's go girls,"
I fell on my knees. I just lose my friends… but I don't care. They're not my friends. They never been my friends, they just be my friends… so they can 'fix' me. They told me they're trying to help me… but they never accept me for the way I am.
I felt my heart broke, they never been my friends.
All this time,… they deceived me. They lied to me.
"Bye, Samantha."
I tried not to cry,… I tried not to cry,…
Fine,… they're all same with the other classmates. They're all nothing but liars. They're all hated me. Nobody accept me for who I am. 'Friends' are not real,… they're fake. From now on, I don't want to believe in anyone… anymore. Friends are fake- they became your friends just because they pitied you… Nothing more.
People hated me, and they will always hate me.
Having 'friends' is will just making you have a heart break.
I tried not to cry.
But tears fell from my eyes, just like that.
End Flashback
I scanned the entire room. People chatting with each other, I wished I could be one of them trough. But my memories haunted me from getting near people- I fear being rejected. Those memories about my old school- about nobody wanted to be my friends but those three girls- but they actually deceived me…
I still wondering why they can't just accept me for who I am- friends are doing that, right? They accept their friends for whoever they are.
Ah,… I guess I'll just live with it. I'll remain alone forever.
"Hey, that freaky girl over there,"
I glanced to the voice owner- he's a big boy with a blond hair. Ah, here it goes again… people teasing me- it's nothing new. I guess I am just lazy to respond him, I just remained quiet.
"Whoa, she sure looks creepy," the other one beside him commented. He got black hair and familiar body shape with the one beside him.
"She's alone. Of course! People would think she's a freak, they're all scared on her," the two started laughing. I remained quiet. I am too lazy to respond them; they're just like those guys in my old school. I guess they're right… a freak like me is hated by everyone. I wanted to punch them right away, but still… I can't say anything. I am a newbie here, and yet they're kinda right.
I always have been alone.
"Hey," suddenly a boy voice called up. "Let her alone, Dash,"
I looked to that boy. He has blue eyes and spiky black hair. His body is thin but his stance looked very brave. "It's not the way to treat a girl!" he shouted again.
"Well, well, Fentonio, since when did you become such a hero, huh?"
That boy- who stood up for me say again, "Well, I am just saying that because you- are just… too mean on the newbie. It's just…" Suddenly that blond guy grabbed him by his collar.
"You know, I never thought you are this geeky, Fentina," he spoke to the spiky haired boy. "I never thought you fall in love in that freaky woman,"
Fall… in love? What did he just say?
"I am not in love with her!" the spiky haired boy responded. "I just don't like the way you treated this newbie!"
That blond guy dropped him. "Fine, fine. See you in the locker, Fentonia." With that, he left the spiky haired boy and me. I walked to that spiky haired boy and help him to stand up, "Hey, are you all right? I'm sorry to make you involved in this,"
He rubbed his head before answering me, "I'm fine. My name is Danny. Danny Fenton. That one was Dash, he is a jerk. I've known him since the middle school." So his name is Danny, eh? Danny stood up and say again, "You know, what he was said was wrong. I don't think you're a freak,"
He doesn't think I am a freak… does he lying? But, for some reason I want to believe in him. One part of my heart said that he is not lying. He is smiling at me. I don't think he is lying… But, still… I can't believe him so much. What if he will leave me again? Like what they did to me. But I still want to believe him. Part of my heart told me to believe him that he is not lying,…
"Hey Tucker," suddenly he called someone. "Come here!"
"What is it, dude?" a boy with dark skin walked to us. He wore a red cap, classes, and he is bringing a PDA. From his look, I can tell he is a geek. Danny turned to me again and introduce us, "This is my friend, Tucker,"
Tucker looked at me; I knew what he is thinking about me: a freaky girl.
"Woah," Tucker said. "You dressed all black," he pointed out.
"It's called gothic," I told him. "I am a goth girl," I pointed out. I waited for their next reaction. They probably are going to hate me now. They'll see me as a freaky girl. But instead, I heard Danny say…
"What's a gothic?"
I nearly wanted to slap my face. He doesn't even know what a gothic is! So, I told them, "Gothic, is how I dressed now. We like dark and black and stuffs like that!" Danny nodded in response, before he told me again, "You're a freak,"
I just nodded, I knew I am. I was right; he'll see me as a freak.
But suddenly he grinned and pointed to Tucker, "Just like Tucker," Tucker's eyes widened in response. Danny continued again, "He's a computer freak!"
"Hey!" Tucker shouted. "I am not a freak,"
"Oh, yes you are," Danny commented. "Tucker is a technology freak, and you're a gothic freak. It's awesome!" that boy grinned. I widened my eyes in disbelief. Does that mean,… he doesn't hate me? Does that mean he accepted me?
Tucker pouted, "And your parents are ghost freaks," he pointed to Danny. Danny shot a glare on him, "…yes, they are. But at least I am not geeky as they do to ghostly stuff or as you do to technologies,"
"Technologies made to be loved!" Tucker pointed back, holding his PDA close, "Isn't that right, PDA?" I just rolled my eyes.
So, they're really not going to hate me? They're going to accept me? Is that for sure? I have a feeling that they won't disappoint me. But still, can I believe?
"Oh, yeah, we haven't known your name." Danny turned to me. "What's your name?"
…Can I believe in them? My heart wanted to try it but,... I am still scared. But they seem friendly. And they seem to be accepting me for who I am. Especially Danny, he is very kind. Like when he stood up for me from those jocks.
God,… please…
Can I wish it one more time?
To have friends once again, who won't disappoint me this time?
Friends who truly understand me, and accept me for who I am…
Can I believe that they're the ones I waited for?
Can I wish it one more time to have best friends? A real one? Can you grant my wish for me? Can they be my best friends? Can I really belong in this place at least?
…at least, I'll try. It won't be that bad. A meeting is made to be happy. A greeting is made to make a new friendship.
I smiled.
I let out my hand, "My name is Samantha Manson," I greeted. "It's nice to meet you,"
DP DP DP DP DP
Sam's flashback in this fan-fic happened to me. Those 'friends' just befriended me because they felt pitiful on me, made me really thought that they really are my 'friends' and made me think they're really my real… best friend. But then they told me that they became my friends just to 'fix' me so I can join the others.
And they told me they were tired of acting, to be my 'best friend', to 'tame' my anger, and try to 'fix' me. Because I am such a freak at my school that time (not as a goth, but a freak. Yes, everybody hated me that time)
Nah, I hated them for that. But I still love them,… I still love them- and the love is more than my anger to them. I don't know why I still love them, it's really complicated.
Nah, done with my cliché past, they're all history. Now I found a new friend. And yes, that's exactly the same feeling with Sam in this fan-fic when she meet Danny and Tucker. I wished my new friend is really the one I am waiting for. I wish she won't make my heart break again like what my old friends did to me.
Okay, done story telling about this stuff. Hoped ya liked this 'G', and review pleeeeeez?