A/N: OH MY GOSH I'M NOT DEAD! No, Michael Myers did not come to kill me, I've just been…well…procrastinating due to lack of motivation, Thank you all for the reviews and PMs, they were my motivation!

A/N 2: So uh, happy belated holidays and belated New Year, this is my first update of 2010! WOO HOO!

It had been about three or four years since Donna had died. Michael sat on the couch, chuckling lightly at the six-year-old who was excitedly babbling on about how excited she was for her first day of the first grade. She reminded him so much of her mother with her sun kissed skin, pouty lips and long blonde curls. She was also tall for her age, just like her mom had been. In addition, Amanda shared her mother's last name, to save her from the ridicule of so many people with her father being an infamous killer. The only thing that kept little Amanda from being the exact clone of her mother at age six was her dark onyx eyes, her father's eyes.

Suddenly, he cut the child off mid-chatter, pointing to the clock. "Is it almost time to go?" she asked. Michael nodded. "Can I talk to momma first?" she added, again, her father nodded.

Amanda walked through the hall back into a mostly empty, aged room. The only thing in the room was a small table covered with moth-eaten black lace, a picture of Michael's lost love, a candle, and two flowers on it. Michael was sure to change the flowers often.

The little blonde sat in front of the picture, staring into the brown eyes of the young woman in it. "Hi momma," she said quietly. "Today's my first day of school! I'm in first grade! I'm so excited, I'm a big girl now." She said, stroking the lace absentmindedly. "I wish you could be here and see me; I've grown so much! But I bet you can see me from heaven. Well, I gotta go now. Bye momma," she said, getting up and running out the door with her pink Barbie backpack in hand. Michael (unmasked) walked her down a block to her bus stop and stood waiting.

When the big yellowish-orange bus came, Amanda hugged Michael's leg before climbing the stairs and sitting next to a mahogany-haired girl, waving to Michael as the bus pulled away.

"Hi," said a small, very pale girl with dark, reddish-black hair.

"Hi," Amanda replied. "What's your name?"

"I'm Kaylee, but people call me Cujo. Are you in first grade too?" Cujo asked, seeming hopeful.

"Yeah. I'm Amanda, Amanda Rambert," Amanda replied.

"I never saw you before, are you new in town?" An older brunette boy asked, peeking over the seat in front of them.

"No, I've lived in the same place since I was really little." Amanda replied shyly.

"I thought I knew everyone on Lampkin Lane!" he added.

"You think you know everything, Momma even said that this morning!" Cujo argued, sticking her tongue out at the boy.

"Do you know him?" Amanda asked, ending their quarrel.

"Yes. That gross cootie-magnet is my older brother Seth. He's in fourth grade." Cujo said.

"Do you argue like this all the time?" Amanda asked.

"Yeah. Most siblings do, didn't you know that?" Seth said matter-of-factly.

"No. I don't have any brothers or sisters." Amanda answered, sinking lower into her seat.

"Lucky," Seth muttered under his breath.

"I'm telling mama you said that!" Cujo sneered, Seth just rolled his eyes

Finally, the school bus pulled up to Haddonfield Elementary School. Amanda huffed as Seth and Cujo started up again.

"I can do it myself! I'm not a baby!" Cujo said.

"Too bad mom said I have to walk you to your class. Amanda, do you know where you're going?" Seth said. The little blonde shook her head. "Can I see your schedule?" Amanda nodded, pulling a piece of paper out of her backpack and handing it to the older boy. Seth smiled. "You're in Cujo's class," he said, leading the girls down a long hallway and into a colourful room.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Lane, I'm your teacher," a young woman said to the girls, before assigning them cabinets to put their backpacks, coincidentally, Amanda's was right beside Cujo's.

"What is that?" Amanda asked, pointing to the design on Cujo's bag.

"It's Angus Young's devil drawing," Cujo stated matter-of-factly. "Haven't you ever listened to AC/DC?"

"No, what is that?" Amanda replied shyly.

"It's a band. My brother and me listen to them all the time. You should listen to them sometime."

"She's not weird like you!" another girl joined in, she had light brown hair and was much taller than Cujo, but slightly shorter than Amanda, who stood more than a head taller than the little red head.

"Go away Sarah, nobody asked you!" Cujo argued before leaning to Amanda. "She's really mean when the grown-ups aren't looking, don't let her trick you, she'll get you in trouble," Amanda nodded as they were called over by the teacher, ready to start class time.

Once school had ended and the school bus had finally reached Amanda's stop, she eagerly ran off the bus to tell Michael all about her first day. Michael chuckled silently as the child bounced up and down, excitedly recalling her day.

"Daddy, I made a new friend! She invited me to her birthday party Saturday! Can I go? Please!" The little blonde begged, Michael tilted his head to the left and then to the right, his way of saying he'd consider it.

He then got up and began to cook dinner for Amanda and himself. Although he never was taught how to cook, he picked up how to make a few simple dished that Donna had used to make often, such as Mac N' Cheese, which was ironically, Amanda's favourite. And after Dinner, a little bit of free time, Michael gave the child a bath and then put her to bed.

"I love you Daddy," The drowsy child said. Michael stroked her hair, again his way of expressing affection. "Goodnight Daddy," she added, pulling the covers over her small frame. Michael nodded and turned off the lamp before walking over and kissing the child on the forehead.

"Could you leave the hall light on?" She asked in a small voice as he walked toward the door; Again, Michael nodded, cracking the door slightly before turning the corner, out of the child's sight.

A/N: Just another little intro chapter, it will get better later on I promise, I just need to get some things established first.

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