The Boy I Found (A Danny Phantom Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Dark Houses, Beware

Hey, everyone! :) I'm back!

And, I'm really sorry about the delay! :(

As it turned out, I was way busier than I expected to be, and I never really had the chance to finish this chapter for you guys(which took forever! I wasn't sure about a lot of certain parts! ^-^').

So, yeah. I didn't really get the chance to update until now, so I'm sorry about that. I'm hoping to get in the swing of the schedule soon, but it's still new for me, so sometimes I might be a little off. Please be patient with me! :)

And I'm still SUPER sorry about the delay!!! :'C

With that said, I gotta new chappie for all of you! Thank you for waiting! I know it gets a little hard sometimes to wait... I know that feeling all too well(I HATE cliffhangers!).

(do, however, keep in mind that this chapter is practically 5,000 words. I worked hard on it, so when I update, I update. :P)

But, yeah...you don't have to keep reading this. I'm just piling excuses on you. Just...go to the actual story. Pretty sure that's what you're here for...right? Yeah? Okay.

Author out. *drops tablet*

(Okay, I'm sorry, that was stupid. XD I'll go sit in a corner.)

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Sam woke up, widening her eyes and squinting through the dim lighting of her dark room. She turned her head to glance at her alarm clock. The red glowing numbers seared through the dark and flashed in her mind, waking her further as she realized it was time. It was 2:00 a.m., the time the jocks had set for the dare. Sam groaned loudly as she stretched, glancing mournfully at the warm bed she would have to leave before shoving the covers away from her body.

Standing up, she stealthily walked to her closet to select some clothes.

After she had tugged them on and finished preparing, Sam grabbed her backpack. She had previously emptied it the night before and refilled it with useful items that might come in handy.
Stalking back over to her window, she opened it silently.

Just as she had before with the hair incident, Sam pulled out a rope of clothes from under her bed.

Of course, it wasn't the original.

That one had been confiscated by her parents after she had gotten a mouthful for hopping out her window just to escape curled hair.  Who could blame her? Curled hair was a crime in her mind. Although, she had also received a mouthful for her detention, but Sam reminding them both of her father's behavior in high school put an end to that. 

So, no. This rope certainly wasn't the original one, but it was one of her many, many extras. She had a surplus supply of them in case any of them were ever discovered by her parents. It certainly wasn't her fault her mother continuously bought her clothes she never used, and it definitely wasn't her fault that her mother didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon. Nor was it her fault that she had grown tired of all the useless articles lying around her room and decided to find other uses for them. Besides, she liked to think she was simply thinking outside the box and creatively finding solutions to her problems. 

Dragging the rope over to the window, she shoved it over the window sill and climbed out.

Hand over hand, she slowly made her way down the rope's length, hoping to be as quiet as possible. She continued until she could feel her feet meet the ground. Touching down, she let go of the rope and swiftly walked away, making sure not to produce any alerting noises. If her parents caught her, then she was dead.