AN: Hey guys! How's it going? Good? Good. I know I haven't been updating this as soon as I usually do, but I have an excuse: I'm lazy. (Seriously, that's my only reason. I haven't even started school yet.) Anyways, if you want someone to thank for this chapter, thank 13BlueBananas: we've been messaging a lot lately and she is awesome! She's the reason why I'm updating this. Anyways, enjoy!

(Also, I started school two weeks ago... I've had half of this chapter written for like three weeks...)

Disclaimer: I don't own DP, Dawn dish soap, The Princess Bride, or Kraft Mac and Cheese (actually I do own some Kraft mac and cheese and dawn dish soap, but not the brand lol).

Friday, January 12th:

Dear Journal,

Isn't it amazing how fast a day can change from plain terrible to great? I think so. And you probably don't care, being an inanimate object and all, how my day went, but I'm going to tell you anyways because I just need to tell someone.

It all started when I tried making some Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for dinner. I read the instructions, But it wasn't enough. The instructions don't tell you when to heat something up, or cool something down, or what water looks like when it's boiling. Anyways, it was a flop, and I was frustrated. I kept asking my mom and dad for help, but they kept saying the same thing over and over again: "Read the instructions on the box, Samantha."

So, in typical Sam form, I had to go and open my mouth. Long story short: I got grounded from my mp3, TV, internet, and being in my room (yes, my parents grounded me from my bedroom). The good- and this is good by relativity, not actually good- news was that I only got grounded for today. So, since I wasn't able- I'm in my room now, they finally let me back in to go to bed- to go in my room, and I didn't want to be stuck near my parents, I went outside.

You never think, when you're walking around in your yard, that you're going to get poison ivy. The thought doesn't even occur to you. Well, not until you start itching all over the place. That's when your mom hands you a bottle of Dawn dish soap and your dad gives you a hose and they tell you to clean yourself off on the back patio while they themselves go out to eat.

At least I don't have poison ivy anymore, my optimistic side tried reasoning. Too bad I'm soaking wet and freezing cold outside.

One sopping trudge through the house, and new change of clothes (at least they let me into my bedroom to get those) later, I was starting to think my day couldn't get any worse.

And you know what? I, for once, didn't jinx myself. That was actually the turning point of my day. After changing, my hair was still wet, and I don't really like hair dryers (they take too long and they're too loud), so I went to sit outside in the sun, away from poison ivy, on the front stoop. I sat there with my eyes closed for about ten minutes until the sound of running footsteps caught my attention.

Running through my front lawn were Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley.

Apparently Danny's family was having a family movie night, and he and Tucker, whose house he went to first, wanted to invite me to come. I went inside and asked my grandma if I could go.

Let me just say, Grandma Manson is awesome! She said that she remembered Mom and Dad grounding me... from my mp3, TV, internet, and being in my room... but not going to Danny's for a movie. Then she warned me to be back by ten... about when my parents would get home. And, after waving goodbye, I raced across my yard, across the street, and down a few houses to where Danny lived, following him and Tucker.

We ended up, after a debate (Mr. Fenton and Tucker vs Mrs. Fenton and Jazz vs me and Danny), watching The Princess Bride. It had enough intelligence for Mrs. Fenton and Jazz, enough action for Mr. Fenton and Tucker, and enough adventure for Danny and me. This was my first time watching the movie, and I admittedly thought it'd be a stupid princess movie when I heard the title. But Danny had seen it, and he told me a basic plot outline, so I gave it a chance.

And surrounded by my two best friends, the rest of the Fenton family, covered in blankets and popcorn Mr. Fenton somehow managed to spill everywhere, I realized that today wasn't so bad anymore. In fact, it was actually pretty great!

Later, when I had gotten home, thankfully before my parents, and was in bed, thinking over the day, and writing this entry, I was amazed with how things took almost a complete 180 from where they were before.

From terribly terrible
To awesomely awesome,
It's amazing how far
These things can come
I thought today would never end
When it did, I didn't want it to
Because, somewhere things changed
And I did better than just surviving through
I guess today just goes to show
Whenever things can't get any worse,
They get better.

That's all I got for today.

Sam Manson.

AN: This chapter was loosely based off of a terrible day I had two weeks ago. The only real differences are that I almost got my poison ivy by climbing into a ditch after a volleyball, and, instead of watching a movie with friends, my day got better when I played some Just Dance (which I also don't own) with my siblings. Oh, and I washed off the poison ivy inside. Other than that, it was almost the same. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, and be sure to leave a review! (Sorry for the late update.)

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