Hello, everybody! :D

First off, I am a super bad girl. :C

I feel terrible because I meant to get this out last week, but I never got to it due to worrying my head off about a family issue, but it's all better now and I feel great, along with FINALLY remembering to post! XD

I'm afraid I'm still getting used to Wattpad, but I believe I'm getting the hang of it!

Anyway, back to the story. This is a Danny Phantom A.U., and I'm slightly nervous. This is mainly due to the fact that I've never created an alternate universe for anything before, so it'll be interesting. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter, and thanks for being patient with me! :)

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Sam stared out her window with a solemn storm clashing and brewing through her head. She was still upset about them having to move from their home in Virginia to some small city in Minnesota. All she could see was wilderness for miles around their car, nothing but forests and marshes. Honestly, why would she want to live in a remote area anyway? Hardly anyone lived out here and the city they were moving to, Amity Park, would only have a few people there. Okay, that was a slight over exaggeration, it was more like five hundred people or more, but she didn't care. She had lived in a large, busy city for most of her life. Absolutely anything less populated than that felt strange, and almost alien to her. With a long sigh, she curled up in the backseat, sulking some more as she glared at the scenery whizzing by on the other side of the glass.

What she saw through that window might as well have been the bizarre world an astronaut saw through the hull of a spaceship. It certainly made her feel like an astronaut. The land around their car seemed absolutely wet, full of lakes and rivers which confused her to no end. More so all the trees that covered everything, everywhere, and even the mountains were strange! They seemed much more jagged then the ones she was used to from their trips back in her old home. It was all mixed up and weird and absolutely wrong. It was nothing like her little world back in Virginia at all!

Turning away from it, not before she gave her reflection in it one last stink eye, she reached down and snagged her iPod from one of the many bags and luggage piled at her feet and placed the earbuds in her ears. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the seat as she listened to her favorite songs. She continued being gloomy for a moment until her dad attempted to get her attention from the front. She didn't notice with her eyes still being shut, shunning the outside world, so her mother reached over from the passenger seat and pulled the earplug from her right ear, letting it fall into her lap. Successfully catching her attention, Sam opened her violet eyes with a cold glare of annoyance.

"Sweetie, we're almost there!" Her red-headed mother, Pamela, exclaimed in an overly cheerful voice.

"You excited to see our new home?" her blonde father, Jeremy, asked, just as jubilantly, possibly more.

Sam rolled her eyes, sinking down into her seat further before letting out a small muffled 'no.' She definitely wasn't looking forward to seeing her new home. Especially in some crummy place called Amity Park. She didn't need to even see the place, she could already tell that things were going to be super boring there.

Her mother caught the response and gave her a crestfallen frown.

"Why aren't you excited, sweetie? You'll get to make new friends, live in a new place, and, let's not forget, it's your first year of high school! Why, Jeremy, dear, remember our freshman year?" She asked, turning back to face her husband beside her as he concentrated on the road ahead of them.

"Ah, yes, Pam. I remember freshman year. It sure has a few downs, but it only gets better after each year, so don't worry about it too much, Sammy." He responded, eyes still trained straight ahead before he quickly glanced at his wife with a wide smile. "Remember that time when Chuck Johnson, that weird kid that was in your Trigonometry class, took that dare and pranked the principal? That was so hilarious! He got caught when his pants snagged on the window right as he was trying to escape through it!" They both let out a few chuckles together.

"Or that time when Marian Susan, that vain popular girl who thought she was better than everyone else, had a meltdown in the middle of class because she claimed someone took her lip gloss?"

"Oh, yeah! She was a weird one." He answered back with a few small laughs.

Sam groaned audibly, turning away as her parents continued their long boring reminiscence of their high school years. She didn't like the sound of high school simply because she had no one to go with, no one to laugh with. She was all alone.

No one there would know who she was and she'd be stuck in classes with people who had known each other their entire lives. There most likely wouldn't be that many other new kids, based on the place's population.

Sam shuddered quietly. She felt utterly lost just thinking about it. If they had only just stayed in Virginia! At least there she felt comfortable, she knew everyone and felt relatively at home! Admittedly, for her entire life she never really had a best friend, though she did have a few regular friends. It's just, no one she met ever really 'clicked' with her, not that she ever really gave them the chance to, seeing as she was slightly antisocial, but now she would never get a chance to find a best friend, she'd be stuck with all these random teens she didn't even know!

"Stupid bills." Sam muttered under breath, her parents still rambling in the background.

The truth behind their move was in fact, the bills. Her family was quite rich, as her father inherited a large fortune from the late Izzy Manson, who invented a machine to whirl cellophane around deli toothpicks. So, when they had heard about how her grandmother was getting old and having a slight difficulty taking care of herself on her own and how she as having financial struggles, her father almost instantly packed his family up and began driving them away from Virginia and everything she had ever known to the remote town with a name she was quickly learning to despise. Thus leading to her current predicament.

Of course, Sam wasn't upset at her grandmother, she loved her grandma. She was just upset about having to move. She had never moved before, and everything just seemed to be happening too fast for her to handle at once.

Sighing once more, Sam continued to glare out the window, the world outside appearing dark and overcast as she continued to let her mind wander. Soon, her parents' ramblings faded away and the car filled with a silent bliss that Sam reveled in. After a couple more minutes, small specks appeared over the horizon and Sam entertained herself by watching them as they grew larger and larger until she could clearly see the town of Amity Park in all its glory...or, well, whatever glory it could have.

Sam groaned as they passed a large sign that read 'Amity Park: A Nice Place to Live!' and she realized how spot on perfectly right she had been; the town of Amity Park looked as boring as she imagined it in her head. It looked slightly urban with a few skyscrapers here and there. As she watched, their car transversed the roads until they arrived in the district they'd be living in. It was largely composed of around two story homes and buildings, and, all in all, looked like any other slightly small isolated city. Deep down she had been hoping it would be interesting, or at the very least slightly intriguing or odd, but now all those hopes had been dashed, shattered into irreparable glass shards that wouldn't ever be put back together again. It wasn't anything but a super small, super boring city in the middle of nowhere, with people she didn't even know. Not for the first time that day, she wondered why on earth she had let anyone convince her to live here.

Feeling her head droop in disappointment, Sam hugged her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. She glared hard at the floor of the car beneath her feet sulkily as she felt something quickly run from her eye down her face, dripping from her chin onto her arm where she glared at it, too. 

Stupid tear. She thought angrily.

She stayed scrunched into herself until she felt the car roll to a sudden stop and heard the slight rustle sound of her parents moving to face her. At the signal, Sam frantically rubbed the tear away as she did her best to straighten her short ebony hair and turned herself to face her parents' direction.

As she glanced up, though, she caught the outside world in the corner of her eye. Curious, but still in a dark mood, she looked over the edge of the window and saw a large building in front of their parked car.

"Welcome to our new home, Sammy!" Her dad said smiling as he rested his elbow on the shoulder of the seat to face her, her mother relatively doing the same with her own.

"Doesn't it look amazing, sweetie?" Her mother asked with a beaming smile and her azure blue eyes lighting up enthusiastically.

Sam glanced at them slightly before turning back to the house in front of her. Well, it certainly looks normal. She thought to herself tartly in answer to her mother's inquiry.

The building shot up from the pavement like a giant, like most of the buildings in their neighborhood, and she looked so far up to see it through her window that her neck began to ache. The building was around two stories tall and reminded Sam quite a bit of an apartment building, except it wasn't nearly as complex. It seemed to be in decent repair, just a bit of dust and dirt here and there on the paint and there were some dead planted pots on the doorstep, but nothing a few adjustments and a bit of cleaning couldn't fix. But none of that mattered. Everything depended on how it looked from the inside.

"So, when will grandma come home?" Sam asked, still sulking as she broke the silence that had rested heavily between them while they had been observing the house.

Jeremy shot his daughter a wide, beaming smile before replying, "Oh, she said she was doing something this afternoon. She won't be home until later on this evening, but she did tell us we could settle our stuff in while we wait for the rest to arrive in the moving truck tomorrow."

Sam sighed, but nodded her head slowly anyways. Literally the only thing she was looking forward to with the new arrangements was seeing her grandmother every day. She had been greatly looking forward to seeing her today, but apparently even that was too much to hope for.

Shaking her head to clear her upset thoughts, Sam put on a brave face and slowly opened the door on her side and stepped out onto the street, taking a quick pause to stretch her legs from the confining two day trip. She walked up onto the pavement and climbed the front steps, hearing the distant slam of the other car doors as her parents moved to join her on the doorstep. They were taking their time coming over as they were making inventory of everything in the back of the car and making sure nothing was too badly shaken up. Getting bored of simply standing there, Sam attempted to open the door, jiggling the handle slightly until she discovered it was locked. Dad must have the keys. She sighed in exasperation.

As Sam waited impatiently for her parents to finish whatever they were doing, anxiously rubbing an arm with her hand, she took a closer look at the neighborhood around her. All the homes seemed perfectly normal, each one looking around the same as theirs except for a few alive potted plants here and a flag or two there. Each house also seemed to have their own unique architecture and modeling, making them slightly distinguishable from each other. Then she looked to the right. Sam's eyes widened slightly with surprise as a small gasp escaped her lips, whispering and dying on the still air.

Further down and across the street to the right of her grandma's house was a building that stood out like a sore thumb. It was practically in shambles: its paint was scraped and fading, dirt and dust caked its cracks and crevices, a few of the windows were shattered, some of the others simply boarded up with large wooden planks, a large metal observatory-like thing was resting on the top in disarray, and a large, neon sign in the front of the building looked broken and in disrepair, the bottom half of it covered in an old, frayed white sheet.

Sam squinted as she tried to read what ever words were on it, but the top half of it had some letters missing and broken while the other half was completely obscured by the sheet. After a moment, all she could really make out from the faded letters was: F-E--T--N.

Turning her back to the house, Sam shivered, clutching her arms to her sides. The broken down house seemed exactly like something from one of those horror movies she always enjoyed watching, almost exactly like those houses that people enter, but then never come back out of. It looked like something from a dream. No. It looked like something from her nightmares.

Shaking her head quickly, Sam sprinted down the steps to her parents to see what was taking them so long. She told herself that she was going to see if she could help them in any way, but she was lying and she knew it. Deep down, she knew she was really going because she didn't want to be alone near that old house. It gave her a strange, ethereal feeling, almost as if something horrible had happened there long ago, and part of that something was still alive and haunting the very halls inside. Just thinking about it sent more clawing shivers of fear down her spine, which amazed her. Usually nothing could scare her, but something about the cursed house down the street from her felt wrong in ways she couldn't describe with mere words. 

Yeah, it's probably best if I stuck around my parents for a while... She thought to herself with a couple slight shivers.

As she rushed over to where the two adults were lightly discussing about whether they should open some of the boxes right then or inside, a thought wandered into her mind. She shook her head some more, this time more out of amusement than fear, and chuckled slightly under her breath from the irony of it all.

Looks like staying here in this town won't be as boring as I thought...

Glass repairmen must be miracle workers.

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And there it is! The first chapter! :)

Man, it felt so good to finally post this! I hope you all enjoyed it! 

I had some slight difficulty with the description of where Sam was moving to, mainly because no one really knows where Amity Park is, so I just put it in Minnesota. I hope that doesn't bother anyone!

I hopefully should get the next chapter up sometime soon, but, for now, later!

Have a great day/night!!!! XD

~TheDragonDoodler