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A young girl rested her head against a giant oak tree, staring into the sky. She reached a thin hand into her bag grabbing a pencil, and a small, leather bound book with a calligraphy S on it. Flipping to the very first page, to the very first line, she placed pencil on paper and began to write; the pencil scratching on the paper as she went.

Her long black hair rested in a tight braid over her left shoulder, tickling her ear and shoulder, demanding that she take the bait and scratch. She did so with the back of her pencil, and then returned to her writing. A small Mona Lisa smile touching her lips, and to anyone who looked at her right then would have thought her writing about her little secret that made her smile like she did. And she did write, but not about her secret but about another secret; or what used to be a secret.

But for some reason it didn't seem right, so she erased the first few, and only, lines of the page. She gave a heavy sigh and stood, the ground added stress and discomfort to her already difficult situation. She marched to a point where she could see the top few branches of the tree and closed her eyes.

When she opened them again she saw the bare branches of the tree surrounding her and felt the smooth bark of the top branches underneath the warm fabric of her skirt. Her little secret was her greatest gift, the gift that gave her a chance to live, the gift that help Danny find his happiness. I can be happy now, and forever. With these thoughts on her mind she began anew to write and, this time it felt…not quite right, but easier and simpler.

Entry 1: ten days before The Day

Less than a year ago I would have never thought the events that have happened recently could ever occur, and that's saying something considering I'm the only person in Amity Park with even a clue about how it all started, but since you don't know what's happening and I think I need to write it down to figure it out…maybe we could help each other out?

She giggled to herself,great I was hoping you say that, so where to start…where to start….how about last December, one year ago, senior year for us at Casper High. I think it started that one day…with a thong…

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"Purple."

"Pink."

"Purple!"

"Pink!"

"Would you idiots shut-up? I really don't care about the color of Paulina's thong," she let out a sigh. "…And by the way it's cheetah skin."

Sam's mouth widened in a smirk as both Danny's and Tucker's mouths dropped open. "What? I have gym with her, remember? And Danny I still don't get why you care…you're gay… as in, not attracted to women." She said the last part slowly, just in case he didn't hear her, because Lord knows he barely hear anything if his name isn't in the sentence.

Danny blushed a deep red, which went surprisingly well with his new blue locks. But then again just about everything made Danny look good nowadays. Maybe it was the fact that he finally got a growth spurt, or that the ghost populace finally got the idea that they weren't always welcome, so Danny got more sleep.

Or maybe it was the gym membership Tucker had given him, or the Boy's Healthy Eating Habits booklet Sam forced him to read everyday… but still…whatever it was; it worked. And the effects were, to describe in a word or two; (simply) impressive. Danny was still short: at 5' 9" but it made no difference, the healthy glow of his perfectly smooth ivory skin gave his eyes more of a chance to pronounce their deep sea blue; Danny always complained he looked too feminine but both he and Sam knew he was grateful for his looks.

His body had gone from stick thin to pleasantly healthy, with lithe muscles from numerous hours at the gym and ghost hunting all those years. His white teeth shone every morning; his hair gleamed with a delicate shine unique to him. After he had stopped using gel his hair fell in thick layers that cascaded around his face.

His bangs hung in his eyes, and when he looked at you, you felt the warmth of his smile, an invitation that many, if not all, girls wanted to take, even a few boys had been captured by his…charming new looks, but not the only one Danny ever really wanted.

"Uh, Sam…Sam? Sam!"

"What, what, what?" Her voice edged with irritation, she hated mornings; especially when someone had their hands in her face. She batted away the hand and looking at the offending owner, Tucker.

"Dash is coming your way and he looks angry…why, I don't know…you haven't even had a chance to tell him how stupid he is!" Tucker's voice got softer and softer as he slowly backed away until he had completely fled from view. She stood alone with Danny, where he started shivering and blushing. When Sam felt a shadow block her light she turned around and leaned her head back until she was eye to eye with Dashier Montaigne Fredrick Baxter IV.

Dash could be described in many ways, not all of which were pleasant, (many could attest)...but the best would have to be,(in the eyes of almost every female in Amity Park),…a gift from the good grace of a higher force; not that Sam was religious or anything, but Dash was truly a work of God. He was a tall guy at 6' 3" his broad shoulders and defined body was easy to see underneath his skin tight tee shirt. His short blond hair was gelled up to points and his eyes, which had won best eyes for all four years they had been at Casper High…and no wonder why; were a unique shade of light blue gray that are always so popular with the ladies…and Danny.

"Dashier…what a….truly wonderful surprise to see you here…at this end of the school, I mean. Come to grace the lowly commoners with your presence? Shouldn't you be, oh I don't know, throwing some free throws, or shoving some poor freshmen in a locker or whatever else you big, bad quarterbacks do?" The words created a hush among the students nearby. Some stopped to listen while others seems to walk quickly away, not having the courage to face Baxter-Force-5.

She took a step back, her voice poisoned with sarcasm. She heard Danny and a few other nerds and geeks snicker beside her, but she kept her face as cool as she could. It was only eight thirty, had to keep the humor simple.

"Ha ha, I need you to tutor me after school, today Manson."

"Oh…so sorry Dash I really can't do it today, I have stuff to do, people to see, goats to sacrifice to my evil pagan god, you understand….but Danny could easily tutor you. He speaks fluent Moron." She grabbed Danny's arm in an iron vice grip long before he even had a chance to think about escaping the presence of his blond crush. And then the entire conversation finished processing in his little halfa head.

"I…uh, well ya see I really can't…" he pushed his bangs out of his eyes and looked at his shoes. Sam squeezed his arm; hard. "Ouch! Um, what I mean is yeah, yeah Dash, I would love t-to tutor you." As he said this, a slight blush crossed the crest of his cheeks and his bangs fell back into his eyes when he raised them to Dash's face. Dash looked down and his eyes met Danny's and, though it was almost unseen, a slight blush covered the blonde's cheeks.

"Well…yeah sure whatever, I'll be at your place at four. See ya." He walked away.

Sam let go of Danny's arm and smiled at him. "See? Was that really that hard."

"Yes." They started walking towards first period science, "Sam, I…I can't be alone with him."

"Why not?"

"Because!" They walked into the classroom and took their seats at the back. Before Danny could continue the bell rang and their teacher started to, well, teach.

Sam sat quietly doing her work when her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. When she pulled it out to shut it off, she stopped, and stared. The little screen kept blinking but she couldn't stop staring.

"Miss Manson, what is the answer to problem number ten? Or are you too busy−"

"18X is equal to five thirteenths. May I use the bathroom? Thanks." She quickly rushed out of the classroom without even waiting for an answer. Danny gave her a questioning look when she slightly hesitated at the door; but only for a moment, then she was gone, her combat boots leaving soft thuds against the ground.

She walked down the hall quickly; pulling out her phone she opened the text message she had received; it was from Dash.

Sam, need 2 see u now, roof

She took the main stairs up the six levels of Casper High; every step she took the sound reverberated across the silent staircase. Why she didn't teleport up she had no idea. She only like using her powers when she really wanted to, or needed to. That and stair just calmed her down, always had and always will….

I never really understood my love of stairs, maybe it was always the fact that even before I discovered my power I always used them, or maybe 'because my mother used to rock me on the stairs…or maybe I'm just weird.

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