Amythest eyes shot glares at the group of people who stood beside her locker. The Girl those eyes belonged to watched as they made their attempts at spoiling the outfit she was wearing with a latte. The girl had been having such a fantastic day already and she certainly needed the three socialistic and snobby teens to fall perfectly into their stereotypes of being both popular and vicious to anyone who didn't shower them with their 'well deserved' praises.

"Sorry freak," A Hispanic girl said, her perfectly pitched voice sounding anything but apologetic. "I guess I just didn't see you," She began to smile smugly when the two boys, jocks, of course, laughed at the spilled drink that now decorated their target's outfit.

"It's alright, Paulina," Those same amethyst eyes stared back unwavering and unbothered. "I know all that plastic surgery has left you a little blind."

Paulina's smile had now disappeared as she grit her teeth in frustration. Nothing she ever did seemed to get to the gothic freak, and it made her blood boil. "Oh, you did not just say that,"

"Oh no!" The other girl gasped in synthetic worry. "It's affected your ears too! You should go see a doctor quickly, hopefully, if you get there in time they'll be able to fix you and your rotten personality." Her voice dropped back to its usual vibrato with the last jab at the girl, she slammed her locker in time and walked off toward the bathroom, a set of new clothes in her backpack.

The 'accidental' spilling of any beverage all over her clothes was a common occurrence, so after the second time, she made it a routine to have an extra set of clothes in her locker or her bag. Today was no exception. She growled at her ruined black Dumpty Humpty shirt and the matching black cargo pants. It'd been her favorite outfit, and she was hoping she could've worn it the day through, but her run-in with Casper high's personal celebrities had ruined that chance.

After changing, and adding a few mental notes to personally get back at Paulina and ruin that oh-so-special pink tube top that said girl had been bragging about for the last two weeks, she left the bathroom just in time for the first-period bell to announce her late. She rolled her eyes at her predicament but decided that getting detention for being late would make her mother even more irritated. The thought, though usually warranting worry, brought a sense of pride to the girl.

Instead of making her way to class, she meandered through the halls, hoping class time would tick by. And when she did finally reach her class she was not disappointed by her teacher's reaction.

"Miss Manson," Her English teacher, Mr. Lancer, had barked out as soon as she had entered the classroom "Care to explain why you are showing up to class twenty minutes late?" The rest of the class shifted their eyes to her, and she continued to wear an expression of boredom as if her situation meant nothing to her. And in truth, it didn't.

"No, thanks"

"You, Samantha," Mr. Lancer started, using her first name as if it would envoke any reaction out of the girl. "along with that attitude, have bought yourself detention." Quickly writing down a detention slip he sent her to her seat.

Samantha, or Sam as she preferred, walked through the cafeteria when lunch finally came around. She had been able to avoid any more interactions after the morning incident, but lunch was when she had to deal with him, so she didn't necessarily count her misery over just yet.

She slid into the crowd of students, hoping that he would not see her. Alas, she never had any sort of luck in that department. She felt eyes follow her through the crowd, and without turning she knew who they belonged.

He had reached her quickly because she noticed a shadow had cast over her as she attempted to make her way towards the desolate corner at the back of the cafeteria.

"Hey, Sammie."

The voice was playful: like they were friends. And it pissed her off to no end.

She quickly turned around to face the boy. Well, his chest at least. But the difference in height didn't shake her confidence or her unwavering glare. The smirk that she had heard in his voice lay lazily on his lips, invoking a serious need to wipe it off his face in the girl.

"Don't call me that," She hissed up at him. He didn't budge but seemed to give a thoughtful expression before coming to a conclusion.

"Nah, " His eyes blazed wickedly and he watched intently as her jaw set tensely. "I like it," She scoffed at his reaction and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Danny," She said, giving an almost friendly expression if not for the raging fire in her eyes, "Kindly, step off." Her features dropped to a disgusted look, and the dark makeup she wore gave everyone watching the interaction a small scene of fear as she fiercely at the boy.

His once cocky and somewhat mocking smirk slipped, and he too glared back at the goth.

"Watch it, freak," He bit back, no longer in a playful mood. "I'd be careful how you treat me. You know how Casper High deals with Goth losers." There was that God complex Sam had grown to hate so much, one, of the many reasons, she and Danny Fenton, the 'king' of her high school, had become number one enemies.

Day in and day out the two would tear each other's heads off. Danny, being a popular jock with the prettiest girlfriend in school, Paulina, had many supporters and would often be followed around by his obnoxious posse, as Sam liked to call them.

And Sam, well Sam didn't have many friends. Back in Freshman year, she had grown to realize that her 'not like other girls' attitude wasn't becoming, and forcing vegetarian wasn't something that many people found endearing. So she decided to shape up, of course, she still was an animal rights activist and was associated with being an 'unmovable force' but she put it to better use than criticizing everyone for being too mainstream.

Too bad no one had been up to giving her a second chance. Apparently her hard-earned label of Goth Freak had left her with few friends.

"I'm not afraid of you and your goons, Danny," She spat his name and he growled. "You can spill coffee on me as much as you like, but it's not going to change the fact that you're going to be a nobody after high school." His eyes darkened and she felt as if they turned green but in a flash, his eyes were nothing but that clear blue.

"And you think your dark make-up and sad poetry is going to make you more than a freak,"

She was about to retaliate, perhaps more physically than verbally when he gasped suddenly and turned his head to the ceiling of the lunch room. As if predicted a raging ghost flew and crashed through sending a range of falling rocks to the cafeteria below. She looked back at Danny but he was nowhere to be found.

With nothing left to do but wait for Phantom to show up and chase the ghost away, she went home and ditched the rest of school that day.