The Boy I Found (A Danny Phantom Fanfic)

Chapter 2: Mornings

Hey, I'm baaaaack! :)

I must apologize, because I honestly didn't mean for it to take this long. It seriously doesn't help that I'm a ridiculous perfectionist. :(

But I finally finished the second chapter, so I hope everyone enjoys it! XD

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Sam let out a long, raucous hiss as her mother pushed aside the curtains to her window, letting bright, joyous beams of sunshine fall upon her bed and flow into her room, blinding her eyes with its accursed golden light. 

And this is why I'm a goth...and definitely not a morning person. Sam groaned in her brain.

Reaching under her head, Sam grabbed her pillow and slammed it into her face as she attempted to keep the bright happiness of the new day from reaching her. She failed of course.

"Sweetie, rise and shine, it's a wonderful morning! Time to get up and greet the day~" Her mother sang, smiling wide.

"N-no...five...five more minutesss..." Sam mumbled in her groggy, muffled voice, already hating the day if she had to wake up to it in this particular way. Why would she greet the day if she wanted to turn it black and bring the moon and the stars back?

"Oh, but, sweetie! Don't forget, it's your first day of high school today! Aren't you the least bit excited?" Her mother asked, turning to pick up a bright pink paisley dress with green and white striped tights along with it. "And, look! I already bought you this lovely outfit for your first day! Isn't it darling?"

Sam lifted a small corner of her sun protector to get a good look at the monstrosity her mother held in her hands. She sat up and stared at her mother with a monotone expression.

"It looks like a rainbow and happy feelings threw up on it." She stated like it was obvious, deadpanning.

"Now, Sammy-kins, I picked this out because it'll make you look like a pretty flower! Our little flower." Her mother responded with a small smile, her voice growing slightly sentimental as Sam simply rolled her eyes and feigned a gag.

"Mom, I am not wearing that to school."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to be myself for my first day of high school, and that eye sore is the complete opposite of me."

Giving up with her pillow, Sam struggled out of her warm and cozy sheets with an inaudible mumble of complaint, fighting with them to get up, before standing and walking to the far side of her room where she knew her closet was located. She rummaged through her dresser and tugged out a black, green-crosshatched skirt, a black, purple highlighted sports tee, a pair of purple tights, and black combat boots.

Turning around she flashed them towards her mother, in which she responded with a deep, disapproving frown.

"You really want to wear that depressing outfit? What about a pretty sky blue? Or perhaps a gorgeous bright yellow? Don't you want people to know how happy you are?"

"Not really, no."

"Well, you're going to scare everyone away with a dark and moody outfit like that. You must want to make friends."

Sam responded back with a shrug of her shoulders. She had kinda given up all hopes of a friend the instant they had moved here.

"Alright, but if you are going to wear that, then I get to style your hair today." Pamela said with a stern look directed towards her daughter.

Sam's eyes widened. Her mother wanted to style her hair. Her mother wanted to style her hair! That was practically a death sentence! It was the end of her world as she knew it!