Too Scared to Speak : Chapter 1

Danny Phantom is not my property and unless I get really lucky, it never will be. It belongs to Nickelodeon.

Dedication- I have to dedicate this to my best friend, inspiration, my sometimes writing partner, and always a great author, Silverflare07.

There were five minutes left until the official end of the school year, and, as we all know, the long awaited summer break. Slowly the clocks ticked away. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley were already leaning out of their seats, ready to dash out of Casper High when the bell rung. They wouldn't have to see it for two and a half months. Five…four…three…two…one. School was out.

That night, after the three friends celebrated, Sam crawled into bed, turned off the lamp next to her, and started to daydream (although, technically, it was night) about all the things she had planned to do that summer, and, more specifically, the things she had planned to do with Danny.

This summer was going to be a Sam's chance. Without the distraction of Paulina, every weekday, perhaps she could finally get Danny's attention on her. All that daydreaming eventually lulled Sam off too sleep, and she dreamed even more of Danny.

Little did she know, but Danny had actually gotten over Paulina. Maybe it was due to her loving Danny Phantom, but hating him. Either that or he just hated being called Invis-o-Bill. What ever the reason was, she no longer was the object of his affection.

As he crawled into bed, his thoughts drifted to another girl. The one who was now who he loved, although, being the kind of naïve kid he was, he didn't really know it yet. He just knew that he liked the way he felt. It was new, not like he felt when he was around Paulina. He felt like he had to go see her, right now. As if instinct took over, he got out of bed.

"I'm going ghost." he said with a whisper.

He floated silently above the rooftops of Amity Park. His ghostly form descended upon a small house, not much different than any of the others. He paused by a window, her window. Laying there in bed was Samantha Manson, the only girl that mattered to him anymore.