So Fast, So Sudden
I'm BAAAAAAACK! I'm REALLY sorry! I didn't forget you; I was just camping. 10 days... Anywho, here's the next chapter *cough* finally *cough*
Sam's POV
I literally ran to my house to get my scrapbook. As I went in and up to my room, my mom called. "Samantha? Is that you?" Her annoyingly high voice came.
"Yeah," I called back, "I'm just getting something then going back!"
I rummaged through the drawers in my room, "Come on," I said to myself, "Where is that stupid book?"
"Samantha," my mom said, appearing in my doorway, "You can go, but you have to come back in 10 minutes."
"But...!"
"No buts. Dinner is in 15 and you spend so much time with the Fentons."
"Mom, Danny has amnesia. Amnesia!"
"I know, but his family needs to spend some time with him alone."
I sighed because I knew I wasn't going to win this fight. "20 minutes?" I pleaded,
"15 if you clean your room when you get back."
Danny's POV
Tucker was frustrating me. He kept trying to convince me that I was a freak of nature. "How do you explain phasing though your crutches?" He had asked. I shrugged,
"I'm clumsy and I just fell off; thinking that I went though it."
"How do you explain the fact that you just went invisible?" I really hadn't thought about that other than it was freaky,
"Well, you said my parents are ghost hunters right?" He nodded, "Then it could've been one of their weird devices."
"Danny! Just face the fact that you're half-ghost!" He screamed.
Tam, or what ever her name is, walked in the front door and came into the living room. She set a black book with the word 'Diary' scratched off on it. I looked at it, then back at her, "What's this?" I asked
"It's my scrapbook." Tam? answered.
Ash: Hey guys! Said I'd be back! Brit wanted me to tell you that the "Tam? answered" was supposed to be there. It's as if Danny was questioning if that was her name.
She opened the cover and pointed to a picture of me. "That's you right before the accident..." She then slid her finger next to it to a picture of a teenage looking boy with snow white hair, toxic green eyes, and a black and white jumpsuit on, "...and this is after."
"So... You took a photo of me and photo-shopped it? You two are trying way too hard to make me believe a lie."
"No!" She said, getting irritated, "That's really you!"
"Dude," Tucker started, "Try to remember. Think; think hard.
I was thinking as hard as I could, but was coming up with nothing. "I'm sorry Tucker and... Cam? No; Tam!"
"Sam!" she replied,
"Right; Sam. I'm sorry, but I don't remember anything," I closed the book, "I'm really trying, but I don't remember anything about ghosts, or what ever they are other than my parents hunt them."
We sat there in silence for a while when Tucker gasped, "Oh shoot! I've got to go!" and ran out the door,
"I've got to get home in time for dinner," Sam said standing up and turning away for the door,
"Wait!" I shouted. She turned back around; almost at the door,
"What?"
"I have a question." She walked back over to me,
"Yeah?
"Did we... Are we..." Sam gave me a confused look, "Are you my girlfriend?"
Her face turned beat red in an instant, "No. W-why would we... No. We're just b-best friends," She replied,
"Okay," I said, a little disappointed, "Just wanted to be sure." She nodded and walked out the door. "What about your book? !" I screamed after her.
"Hold on to it!" She shouted back; followed by the door slamming and an icy blue wisp coming from my mouth.
Well, there you have it! I promise the next chapter will be longer. It took me the whole 10 days just to write this... I really need to see a doctor about my ADHD... Well, Bye!
~Brit~