Um hey guys :D Lol, okay this idea has been bugging me for a while and I was sort of scared to go with it because its supposed to be a full-length story only that I'm horrible at that kind of stuff and was afraid that I was never going to finish it. Soo, I ended up against my will typing it anyways (curse you infernal fingers!) and decided I'll just go with it and see where it takes me.

I freaking hope that I finish this because I LOVE this story plot and am freakishly proud of myself of thinking this on my own. (If you had this idea before me then I apologize a lot and I swear I only thought of the idea, not stolen it).

ANYWAYS, this story is sort of different and I hope that'll it would hit off fast. So, technically here Sam Manson is known as the 'freaky Goth girl' at Casper High and here Danny and Tucker were never her friends. She's all alone and hopes that she'll grow up from her school of hell. But then one day a ghost attacks the school and she is saved by the mysterious Ghost Boy. Where does this lead too...?

I DO NOT want to give away anything else because it would really spoil the surprise. Oh and yes I will be sticking to the beginning of the actual series. Here it starts from the very first episode but it will spin off from the actual happenings into my own. So I'll stop babbling know so you guys can read.

Disclaimer: HOLY MOLEY IS THAT A BIRD? *runs away crazily but gets caught by lawsuit people* Argh, fine. I do not own Danny Phantom...*grumbles in the corner*

Samantha Manson grumbled as she woke up from her deep sleep. The annoying bleep of her alarm clock was cutting in through her ears. Her tired purple-coloured eyes slowly opened up and she growled annoyed. Throwing a fist onto her alarm she wished hard that she could destroy the thing. But no matter how many of them she broke, her parents always got her another one. And they were always more annoying then the next.

Sam stretched on her bed and lay still for a few more moments before dragging herself to her bathroom. After washing herself up, she went to her closet and picked out her favourite outfit. She wore a small black tee, a striped black skirt with purple tights and gothic boots. She never wore any other colour than black or purple, they were her signature colours. No other colour compared to purple and black.

Grabbing her school bag, she went downstairs and ignored her parents calling her for breakfast. Because she was about a hundred and fifty percent sure they'd try to force her upstairs into some pink frilly dress; like they did every second they saw her. And also when they got the chance.

And that was the last thing she wanted to do early in the morning.

Sam walked by herself to her school, Casper High. God how much she hated this place. No place of uniqueness anywhere. Everyone was mindless drones that cared about being in the 'in-crowd'.

It was sad really. To see all those nerds and kids getting picked on by the popular crowd and yet they still wish to they had the 'honour' of hanging with them.

She scoffed to herself. Entertainment values were really taking everyone away from being who they really were. It seemed as if everyone these days wanted to wear, eat, look and talk exactly the same.

But Sam couldn't help but sigh about how sad her life was. She may be a strong, unique Goth that stood up for what she believed in – but she was still all alone. She didn't have any friends that shared anything in common with her.

It seemed like most days she was all alone in the world.

Her parents hated her views about everything. No one liked Goths. No one liked her. But Sam didn't need them. She didn't need any friends if they were going to be judgmental about her.

She'd rather have no friends than ones that judge her on her views and looks.

Reaching upon the entrance of Casper High, Sam got herself ready for another day in hell. She pushed the double doors and started to head towards her locker.

Argh, she felt like vomiting every time she walked into this school.

Because every time there was people hugging and kissing and being cheerful. It was so sickening because these people saw each other every day for a nine whole months. A few hours apart from each other and they talk to one another as if they hadn't seen each other for years.

It was really annoying.

Reaching to her locker, Sam pulled it open and dumped her books that she didn't need for the first few periods. She was so uninterested about everything; she wished that something stupid would happen so she'd be free from her boredom.

And then, ironically on cue, her eyes drifted to the lockers further suited along the hall. There was Dashiel Baxter; high school football hero holding up by his shirt, another smaller victim whom she realized was Daniel (or 'Danny') Fenton.

Danny Fenton was seen as the loser of the school. He was constantly picked on by the popular crowd and ridiculed in front of the entire school too many times to count. His best friend, Tucker Foley, was standing next to them and trying to get Dash to lay off Danny.

But as expected, another footballer and Dash's best friend, Kwan pulled the Techno-Geeks hat in front of him and shoved him away so he was stumbling across everywhere not knowing the objects or people he was bumping into.

With Foley stumbling everywhere, Danny had no rescue left and was forced to endure Dash's constant bullying.

Sam slammed her locker shut and stalked towards the two. She may have been a Gothic freak at this school, but she never liked bullying. She never encouraged it or let it go on within her sight.

Reaching on the two adolescent boys, Sam couldn't help but think that the Fates were really messing with her life. All she needed now was some annoying kid as her best friend and successfully, she'd crack.

"Dash, put him down." Sam ordered Dash sternly. Her arms were crossed and she felt annoyed.

The two boys glanced at her, one looking dominant and angry, the other scared and vulnerable. Dash glanced at her and moved away from Danny to look Sam straight in the eye.

"Oh yeah, and who's gonna make me?" he scoffed.

Sam hated his voice. It was so nasally. If this was Dash after puberty, then she didn't want to even think about what he like before it.

"I don't know, but a certain video of you sneaking teacher's answers for today's Biology test might persuade you." She glared at him. She was in a really foul mood that day and his big-headed jerk wasn't making it any better.

Dash's face showed a flicker of fear, but as quick as it came, it disappeared. Dashiel Baxter cannot be seen spineless in front of a Goth. The Goth chick didn't have the guts to do it...did she?

"You're bluffing." He challenged her, his ocean blue eyes narrowing.

"Try me."

She set her glare steady at him. It was silent for a few moments when suddenly Dash sighed and released Danny, sending him sprawling onto the floor in a strangled heap.

"You're lucky your girlfriend was here to save you, Fentoniam." Dash glared at the strangled Danny on the floor. Then he and Kwan barrelled off together back to the popular crowd.

Sam stopped glaring at Dash and then looked at Danny holding his head on the floor. He was ruffling his hair to ease the painful headache he received when Dash pinned him against the locker.

"Are you okay?" she asked him. Sam stretched out a hand towards him.

She didn't know why she bothered or cared. Maybe because this guy wasn't too much of a bad person or a nerd to be bullied. Danny opened his warm ice-blue eyes and caught sight of the girl that saved him from a physical beat-down from Dash. Danny was repulsed.

The Goth saved him? And this was bad. She was a girl! People would think he was pansy since a girl saved him from a physical beat-down.

"I don't need your help, Goth." Danny pushed away her helping hand and glared at her.

Sam's eyes narrowed. "Fine then, loser. Next time, I'll let him dump you in your locker. I might as well help him too!" she growled at him and stalked away to her first class. Leaving an angry and confused Danny lying on the floor behind her.

After a few moments of frustrated stomping, Sam's anger started to melt away and all she felt was hurt. The anger was still there but it was dimmed down. She didn't have the urge to destroy everything in sight anymore. She didn't know why she was so upset over some guy that refused her help.

But that only proved to Sam that she didn't belong.

Sam didn't belong anymore. She was the screw-up. The odd one out, heck she'd probably still be the odd on out even with the screw-ups of all time! Sam let her face droop down and kept her violet coloured eyes downcast. She didn't want anyone to see how badly his words had affected her.

Sam never told anyone.

But she had a small, tiny, sort-of crush on Danny. It all started last year when she saw him stand up to Dash once because he was annoyed of him picking on nerds. And then as Dash was, he started to pick on Danny after that. Apparently, Sam saw something in him. She saw something his eyes and spirit that was good. She saw that he was brave and unashamed (most of the time) of who he was.

But no one liked her. No one liked Samantha Manson. She was the Goth. The freak.

Sure Danny and Tucker got horrible nick-names too, but they weren't ignored by every single person in Casper High. She knows that half of the teachers in the school didn't even know her name when she's been attending this school for a long time as well as see them everywhere.

But Sam didn't need a man to complete her. She didn't need a boy. She didn't need friends to keep her happy. She could be whoever she wanted to be whenever she wanted to be.

And nothing was going to change that.

Time for lunch. Great, how excited I am, Sam groaned when the lunch bell rang.

Lunch was probably the worst hour of the entire school day.

Where everyone was ranked on how good their clothes were, the friends they had and what they ate. They were ranked from the colour hair you had and to how clean your toenails were. Losers and Populars were made in lunch and Sam couldn't despise it more than she already did.

At least she could look forward to the all-new Ultra-Reclyco-Vegetarian school menu.

Now Sam wouldn't have to bring in her own food and sit in disgust as the others all at meat in front of her. When she entered the cafeteria, she saw how many students were groaning in protest of the fact that there wasn't any meat or good food anymore.

She smirked inwardly, serves those bullying losers right. They needed to tone down on killing animals anyway.

Sam grabbed her salad quickly and rushed to the first empty table she caught in her sight. Sighing, she sat down and ate her food silently. Too consumed in her blank thoughts, Sam didn't notice the fist slamming on her table until the impact caused her to lose the grip she had on her spork. Startled, Sam looked up to the glaring and frustrated face of Dash Baxter.

"Look Goth. I don't know what your problem is and I don't care. But taking away the school menu is crossing the line! I let it slip when you saved that loser Fenton back there but now you're gonna get it!" Dash raised his pointed finger at her face, his ocean blue eyes glaring at her menacingly.

Sam felt neither afraid nor concerned. She crossed her arms and duly noted that the rest of his popular 'gang' was behind him also glaring at her. "Killing animals to fill our stomachs is cruel. It's harm to the environment and we don't need meat to survive." She said critically.

"Don't throw that hippy shit at me Goth." Dash hissed angrily.

"It's not hippy shit and I have a name." Sam said through gritted teeth. She's had enough of this jerk this morning and she just wanted to get through this day smoothly.

"Like anyone cares." A plastic Barbie with dark hair sneered behind Dash. It was Paulina, the new Spanish student that every guy in her school wanted to hook up with. Sam hated Paulina. She was everything that Sam was against.

The rest of the Populars started laughing at Paulina's comment and Sam felt like crawling in a hole and dying. Great, this day was getting better and better by the second.

"Just deal with it and carry on. Complaining like old grandmas isn't going to make everything appear your way." Sam bit back spitefully.

She hated how clueless they were to the world. She hated how they didn't care about the world or that they never would realize the seriousness of their actions. She hated how at most times she wished she was like them and didn't care about a thing in the world. But she'd always shake it away and remind herself that being like them was the worst possible thing in the world.

Dash's eyes flashed briefly with anger and he glared her down. "Just watch out from now on Goth. Your life is going to be hell." He spat at her before departing with his glaring buddies.

Sam stayed in her composed expression for a while before running out of the cafeteria. She walked hurriedly along the corridor, hoping that she wouldn't bump into anyone. She closed her eyes bitterly and bit back the tears.

Sometimes being different was hard. Sometimes it was hard to ignore the hateful remarks and laughs. It was hard to try and be an individual when she was bullied so. Sam just wished that she'd grow up already and get the hell out of here.

She hated this school. She hated every student here.

Sam gripped the purple straps of her schoolbag harder and set her face forward. Her violet coloured eyes staring fiercely in determination. No matter how many times she felt like breaking down and crying her heart out – she knew that this was making her stronger.

She knew that suffering through this will make her the stronger person. Those so-called popular people depended on their popularity to survive. She couldn't wait for them to reach the real world and realize that the best make-up and designer clothes didn't matter to anyone. She couldn't wait for them to realize that she'd soon be sneering down at them.

She couldn't wait for that kind of power.

When she reached her empty English classroom, she went to her seat and sat promptly. Grabbing a gothic-looking book from her bag, she started to read to pass the time by. She needed a distraction and this was the best distraction she could get.

Screams floated from the cafeteria as the meat-looking monster attacked the school lunch room. Hundreds of students piled in front of the double-doors, trying to escape as fast as they could.

Unknown to them, because of their recessive screeching, there in front of the meat-monster floating, was a teenage boy with snow-white hair and green glowing eyes. He was fighting the meat-monster, trying to keep the room from further damage.

But failing.

Immensely.

Glaring at the meat-monster/ghost Lunch Lady, Danny Phantom (aka Danny Fenton) launched another kick aimed for her stomach. Only to fail when she sent a wave of meat tumbling over him.

Crashing on the floor, Danny grabbed with head and rubbed it soothingly to try and take away the pain. Even if it was meat, it freaking hurt when a huge wave of it was directed at you. Something that Danny was ashamed to admit.

Picking himself off of the floor, he shot back up into the air and tried hard to think of a way to defeat this ghost. The meat-monster lashed her arm towards Danny. He panicked for a moment before remembering that he was half-ghost and turning intangible as soon as she was near him.

"Filthy salads! The menu has been the same for over fifty years! You will pay!" she growled before lashing out to him again.

"Look lady I didn't change the stupid lunch menu! So cool it, will you!" Danny yelled at her frustrated as he dodged another attack.

Hey, she was taking something out at him when it wasn't even his fault! What was he gonna do?

"Yeah! It was that stupid Goth's fault! She changed the menu!"

Danny spun around to glare at Dash and his popular gang hiding fearfully under a lunch table. It seemed that if Dash got too scared for his liking, blurted out whatever thought first came into his mind.

The Lunch Lady, upon hearing Dash's words growled angrily. "She will pay!" she vowed before dissolving under the lunch room doors to search for Sam.

Danny sent a glare at Dash. "Why'd you do that? Now she's going to go after her!"

"So? She's just the Goth girl. No one cares about her!" Dash retorted back defensively.

Danny felt odd at Dash's words. It seemed familiar. Like every time Dash was talking about him and Tucker...

Sighing, Danny shoved away the feeling and phased through the lunch room walls to search for the meat-monster. He hoped that with all his heart, for some reason, that she hadn't reached her yet.

Uhh okay. The ending sucked. Royally. But I seriously didn't know what to add next and it seemed like the only place I could trail off so...yeah...*awkward silence* Uhh, um okay then...

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