A/N: I decided to write more of this story. For all those too lazy to click the review button, check my profile for special summaries…while I add a sneak peak which I may or may not include in the upcoming chapter! I'm volunteering on Sunday so I'm updating quickly…enjoy! This is where the real stuff begins…I hope it comes out that way…There will now be a two-sided conflict in this story! See if you can guess it! If you don't, I'll tell all the readers in the next chapter. Good stuff…

The Best Gift Ever: Chapter 9: Kid's Best Friend: Sleek Lady

"How could this happen?" Danny exclaimed at the top of his lungs.

"What Danny," Sam said, seeming to have almost expected this sudden outburst from the normally shy boy. "What happened, let me see…" she said, motioning for him to hand her his test.

"I just…" he said, passing the test over, and then breathed in deeply before continuing. "I can't believe it! How can anyone get…that grade on Mr. Slattery's test?"

Mr. Slattery was the real math teacher, but was rarely here because of chronic illness, so Mr. Lancer commonly took over, since period 6 was his conference period. The only reason he had one because he was no ordinary teacher, for he was also assistant principal of the school. Luckily for the students, Mr. Lancer was an easier teacher than Mr. Slattery. Of course, it was believed to be impossible for anyone but a pure genius to pass his test without a hitch…

"An A! Gosh Danny, you really did study!" Sam said, only loud enough for Danny to hear, so their classmates wouldn't start to stare.

"I know, but still! Anyways, let me see yours."

"I didn't look at it yet, tell me how I did," she passed it.

"An A. You always do well on your tests Sammy. You only missed…" He ran his finger down the problems. "4. You got a cool sticker too! Why do I have such an ugly one?" He whined.

"It's just a sticker," Sam said, grinning. Her Danny sure knew how to cheer her up, even when she wasn't feeling especially gloomy. 'My Danny…wow that's a weird way of thinking of him…but I kinda like it…' she thought.

"I know, but he's gotta have some better ones than that to give me! I just got a 'Good Job'. You got an 'Excellent!' with a cool happy face with shades…"

Sam giggled, which was totally out of her normal character, then said, "How about I buy you some stickers on our way home after school?"

"No it's ok. I don't really care about stickers. They're too girlish," Danny said, motioning his hand, which caused Sam to smirk at him. "What!"

"Nothing Danny. You're too cute for your age, that's all." Danny blushed deeply, but then Sam added, "You're supposed to get that manly attractiveness now. You'll forever be a doll…"

"Sam! Stop calling me that!" Danny said, but then figured out by the look on her face that she was just playing around. "So…what are we gonna do after sch-"

The P.A. system interrupted him.

"Will Danny Fenton report immediately to the main office? Thank you, and I'm sorry for the disturbance."

"What did you do Danny?" Sam asked, and then Danny shrugged. "Go on," she said, then pulled him out of his chair and waved goodbye.

"See you later, Sam," he said and walked out the door, though he forgot to close it behind him.

She sat back down, and then noticed that someone was staring at her. She turned, and found out that members of the A-list that were in her period were the culprits. They were Paulina, Star, Kwan, and Dash.

"Why are you staring at me?" She bellowed at them.

They started laughing and whispered something amongst each other.

"Care to say it to my face?" She challenged, knowing that they couldn't resist.

Paulina turned to her and said quite rudely, "Tonto vieja1!" Then she set off in a fit of giggles.

"Care to say it in my face, chaya2?

"Ignoring you!" Star said, putting her hand up, which sent the whole group into another laughing fit.

'Oh well…' Sam thought. 'They're total idiots anyways. More importantly, what is my dear boychik3 doing in that office…hmmm…?'

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Danny walked casually to the main office. 'What did I do wrong? It's probably because of my grades again…but I wonder…'he thought. Finally, he entered the room, coming face to face with a woman that he had never seen before…

She was an African-American. Her dark brown hair was cropped to shoulder length and put back in a ponytail. Her mahogany eyes were deep and almost elusive, in a creepy way. And not to mention the obvious, she was dressed in a sleek red suit. She cleared her throat, and then began to speak.

"Hello there. You are Daniel Fenton, correct?"

"Yeah, who are you?" he said curiously.

"My named Aleshia Moore. It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance," she said a-matter-of-factly, shaking his hand briskly. "Now let's get down to business."

She started walking, leading him to the old counselor's room, in which she sat down on the office seat and bade him to sit. He did so, reluctantly.

"So…" he said unsurely.

"Now I bet you're wondering why I came to see you, Mr. Fenton." She said in a serious tone.

"Yes, please."

"Now do you mind if I asked you a few questions?"

"Not really, as long as they're not too many."

"Ok then. Now first of all, who's your parent or guardian?"

Danny breathed sharply. "I live by myself," he lied. 'I don't trust her…' he thought, then hoped that she wouldn't catch it.

"Ok then. Are you aware that you are listed in the Foster's home index, Danny?"

"I wasn't. What are you getting at?" 'Is she suggesting that…?'

"I thought as much. Because, I am fully authorized to take you to the nearest home so you can be adopted. You deserve loving parents."

"What are you talking about? I'm fully capable on my own!"

"Are you currently living with a friend, Mr. Fenton. Seeing as you never had a job before…"

"How do you know what? Besides, my friend gives me enough money I need."

"Your friend, huh? Is he or she possibly stealing this money?"

"What in the world are you talking about? Besides…" he said, and then thought of what to say next. "My friend's rich, and my friend shares the allowance that he's given." He said. 'I don't want Sam to be connected in this wierdo's…scheme or something.' He thought.

"Ok then. I had come here upon hearing from the vice principal that you didn't live with your parents. I have another question for you."

"Uh huh…"

"Do you want to be adopted?"

"No," he responded promptly.

"Then you should ask your friend's parents if they would take custody of you. Otherwise, I will have to ask around for you myself."

"I can't really do that. My friend's parents…have too much on their hands as it is. I can't ask that of them."

That fact was true. They were too busy on business trips to even have another child, which was the sole reason why Sam was an only child.

"Ok then, so I'll ask around. Don't worry; you won't regret my decision, when I make it. You'll be much happier!" Upon seeing Danny's skeptic look, she waved her hand dismissively and said in an airy voice, "Come on kid, smile! The world's a great place! I'll see you later. Here's my card," She said, handing it to him.

He took it, and jammed it into his jeans pocket.

"Well I have to go back to class," he said, noticing that there was only 15 minutes left until the bell would ring.

"Ok, adieu Danny! Until we meet again…" she said, then opened the door and allowed him to pass through before walking through it herself. She closed the door behind her and left in the way in which she came.

'Ok, that was weird…' he thought, then pulled out the card and read it. 'MD Aleshia Moore, Psychologist, Social Worker…wait a second! She's a social worker! No wonder she was asking me where I lived and stuff…" Then it finally dawned on him. "I'm such an idiot! I hope I don't regret this little chat…I've gotta tell Sam what happened!'

With that last thought in mind, he dashed towards Mr. Slattery's classroom.

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Sam was patiently tapping her fingers on the desk. In reality, she was fuming, trying to drill a whole with her fingernails into the wood. 'Danny…hurry up!" she thought. "The bell's gonna ring! Then I have to wait for you and people will notice! Why must you continue to be so…sluggish?' As soon as that thought ran through her mind, Danny came running through the door and plopped in his seat. Then, he promptly rushed to pack his stuff up in his backpack.

"What took you so long?" She asked, then immediately wished that she hadn't, for when Danny turned to face her, his face looked terribly grave.

"I just had a meeting with a social worker. And she said she's going to find me a home, who knows where!"

Review! Please?

1.tonto vieja: stupid/silly old lady in spanish. Though tonto might be tonta & I made a mistake...that's always possible

2.cheya: wild animal in jewish/yiddish. I forgot

3.boychik: an affectionate term for boy in yiddish/jewish, yet again not quite sure.

Sneak Peak:

"Danny, here it is, your new home."

Danny gasped. It can't be. He was living with...them?

"I heard they're quite the scientists. They have tons of money, so there's easy support..."