2nd story!

Sam Manson was sitting in her room looking at pictures of her and danny. Danny had been on her mind a lot lately, whenever she walked with him, her heart did a flip. And lately, he hadn't paid much attention to her. She sighed as she looked out the window, into the dark starry sky. She started walking back when she felt the temperature drop. She grabbed a spare sweatshirt that was lying on her bed and sat at her computer. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her "That sweatshirt doesn't suit you, you know". It sounded like Danny, only his voice was sleazier and more mature.