Discoveries
Danny and Tucker were digging around Sam's dusty, creaky old attack, which was filled with trunks, boxes and chest, looking for something old and historic for their history project.
"I can't believe Sam ditched us for her Goth poem club." Tucker gripped.
Danny sighed. "I know, but it's important to her. Besides, she's only gone for an hour."
Tucker smirked. "Aw, you're standing up for your girlfriend! How sweet."
Danny scowled. "SHES NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!"
Tucker rolled his eyes. "Whatever, dude." He paused and dug out a photo album from the bottom of a leather trunk. 'Hey, I wonder if there's anything in here."
Danny leaned over his shoulder as Tucker flipped carefully through the album. They both froze when he came upon a certain picture...which caused them to start laughing hysterically.
Sam ran up the steps of the attic. "Sorry I'm late guys, but-" She stopped when she realized she was talking to herself.
"MOM!" Sam's mom sighed when she heard the sound of clomping combat boots on the stairs.
"Yes, honey?"
"Where are Tucker and Danny?"
"They left a while ago, sweetie. Said something about a big project." Mrs. Manson went back to sewing.
Sam bit her lip, feeling a bit guilty for leaving her friends hanging. It was too late to head over to Danny's now...oh well. She would make it up to them tomorrow.
Sam walked up to her locker and spotted Danny and Tucker staring at her, faces stony. Sam sighed. She would have a lot of begging to d-
Sam screamed in horror when she spotted her newly decorated locker. Pictures of her ballet dancing in frilly pink tutus and pictures of her in sparkly pink dresses covered the metal walls. A small pair of pink heels hung from the ceiling of her locker, and SOMEONE had sprinkled pink glitter on the floor. She whirled around and glared at a howling Tucker and Danny.
"It's amazing what you can discover in an attic." Tucker laughed as he and Danny ran for their lives.