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I'm so sorry I haven't updated, and the fact that I always start a new story without finished many, many others. (What else can I say? I have an active imagination.)

Oh, by the way, I hope you guys (and girls) noticed the summary change. It's going to affect the story in more ways than one.

I finally found out Sam's parent's names. So, I reposted it to change it.

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The ivory skin of Mrs. Pamela Manson shone brightly as her once radiant eyes turned into disappointment as she viewed the ghost sitting on her daughter's bed. Her eyes flickered up and down, observing her outfit, and realized what this ghost was here for.

It was about time.

Holding her chin up high, Mrs. Manson walked forward, her heels making soft sounds on the maroon carpets laying on Samantha's floor, and came towards the ghost, her pale face meeting that of Mrs. Manson's.

"I suppose you are here for our arrangement?" Mrs. Manson stated quickly, wanting to get this over with before her daughter barged up the stairs in a not-so-ladylike manner, and questioning why her mother, of all people, was conversing with a ghost.

Pamela Manson was not afraid of ghosts, oh Heavens no, she was merely disgusted at their actions. It was ghosts like the one in front of her that deserved the praise. After all…

They were rooting for a good cause.

"Of course darling… did you think my mistress would forget?" Maya said, her voice mocking yet daring. Flipping a strand of hair that was irritating her, she looked into the eyes of Isabella: the one who was her real cause for being here.

"So… I'm going to guess Plan G is going to turn out a success?" Pamela asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought. The ghost in front of her nodded, and faded away as quickly as she arrived, leaving Mrs. Manson, Pamela, by herself in her only daughter's room.

"Mom?" Pamela turned to face the mentioned, finding her daughter staring at her, a look of confusion resting on her face. Mrs. Manson only smiled, and just said the usual.

"Sammy-kins, you really should wear more pink. That Goth appearance is going to be the death of you."

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"I swear, something is wrong with that mother of mine, more so that usual." Sam said as she watched her two best friends nod carelessly, while she picked at her vegetarian salad. Pushing her salad away, she stood up, resisting the urge to slap her friends.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Removing the remains of sleep that marred their features, the males looked up to find Sam standing, her backpack slung over her shoulder, and her arms crossed as she waited to them to pick up their asses and leave.

Groaning, Danny placed his light blue eyes on the girl in front of him. "Give me a break Sam. I was up all night, fighting ghosts." Noticing her nod anxiously, he rolled his eyes and stood up, finished his burger and throwing it away in the trash next to him.

"What's your excuse?" Sam asked, her question directed to Tucker as he picked his head up (mainly because it fell back down again when he tried before).

"I was… uh, helping?" he said in a questioning manner. Sam, knowing that he was up all night playing some video game she may or may not have heard of, rolled her eyes in agreement, not caring if he didn't speak the truth.

Making sure they didn't "accidentally" bump into Shallow Paulina and Idiotic Dash, they left the Nasty Burger, walking towards Danny's house. Sam looked at her two friends who stared back at her with concern in their eyes, (well… Tucker was on his PDA, and Danny was just looking at her, but she knew they meant well).

"Guys… this is serious." She started. Knowing Danny and Tucker's eyes were flying out of their sockets, she continued, mainly because she couldn't blame them.

Giving the way the spoke, they thought she was concerned for her mother.

Now, Sam loved her parents and everything…

She just hated their behavior and their intent on turning her from a Goth Queen to a Pink Princess.

Closing her eyes, Sam took a deep breath and turned her thoughts back to this morning.

She told them the tale, while reminiscing it herself.

Flashback:

Sam's door opened even before she reached the steps of the mansion-like house, and noticing a butler, Reese, she muttered thanks and a 'you didn't really have to open the door for her, she was perfectly capable of using her hands.'

Taking two steps at a time, something her mother would punish her severely for, she climbed up the long flight of spiral stairs, wondering where her mother was and why she hadn't bothered her immensely yet.

It was a routine, and Sam was thankful that she wasn't here to pester her.

Of course, it only worried her that something else might be off.

Shrugging it off, Sam walked forward, finding herself in front of her door after three minutes of walking, and was about to open it when she heard voices speaking in her room.

One of them sounded familiar.

Her mother had better not be rearranging her wardrobe; she was capable of doing that herself too.

Pressing her ear against the door, she struggled to listen to the conversations being spoken, and for once, not being thankful that she had an almost soundproof door.

"I suppose… here… arrangement?"

Damn! She couldn't hear! Pressing herself even closer, even opening the door slightly so no one would notice her presence, she listened in, her good hearing coming in.

"Course darling… think my mistress would forget?" Said another voice, one she didn't recognize.

"I'm guessing… Plan G…out a success?"

Entering her room and stopping the conversation from continuing any further, she barged in, only to find her mother smiling at her. "Mom?" she questioned, not understanding her this other "guest" just disappeared.

"Sammy-kins, you really should were more pink. That Goth appearance is going to be the death of you."

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"So let me get this straight," Tucker said, breaking Sam from her trance as they realized they were already in front of Danny's house. Entering the house, the three teens rushed up to Danny's room, shouting a "hi" to Mrs. Fenton. Once they were in the comfort of the halfa's room, Tucker continued. "Your mother was talking to someone, and when you entered, they disappeared?" Seeing Sam nod, he fell off of Danny's bed, laughing his head off as Sam growled and slapped his head, receiving a "hey!"

"Tucker! This is serious!"

"Sam's right Tuck." Danny entered. "Either Sam's mom is going insane," he stopped, chuckling at Sam's grumble of "she was already insane to begin with", and continued, stating his theory. "Or there was a ghost in that room."

Tucker, who finally gained the courage to stop laughing like a hyena, (although that was mostly out of fear of Sam hitting him again) nodded. "It was probably the latter."

"Insane…" Sam said in a singsong voice, allowing Tucker and Danny to roll their eyes. Seeing their reactions, she sighed, and thought about it. "Although… the ghost does make sense… But the problem is… my mother hates ghosts. You saw the restraining order she put on Danny because his parents are ghost hunters." The trio shuddered at the painful memory, and the near-death experience that came along with it.

"So… let's just put that aside for a bit." Danny said, knowing Sam would keep pointing out her mother was insane, and decided to be the reasonable one of the group. "What about this 'Plan G'? What might it stand for?"

Sam sighed. "Well… my mother was never the one for the most creative imagination, in my tastes, but… it could stand for a word that starts with G…" She trailed off, looking at the ground.

"Well, it makes sense, that's for sure." Tucker said, entering the conversation.

"And if Mrs. Manson was with a ghost… well, that might explain the 'arrangement'." Danny mused, finding his friends nodding.

"Something tells me that it's a trio's plot. Remember how I said there was another voice? The ghost, I'm guessing? She said there was a mistress… maybe she's the brains of it all."

"Danny? Sam? Tucker?" The trio looked up to find Mrs. Fenton at the door, smiling. "Tucker, Sam, your parents called and asked for you to come home."

"Thanks Mrs. Fenton." Sam and Tucker stated simultaneously. Standing up, they bid their goodbyes to Danny, mentioning they would talk about it tomorrow.

With the door shut, and hearing his friends leaving out the front door, Danny sighed, and laid down on his bed.

'I'm gonna find out who this ghost is… don't worry Sam.'

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I realize I am terrible at updating, but reviews do help me remember this story exists. I have a bunch of more stories that I would love to concentrate on too. So, please review.

Bye.

Ivy.