I guess you could say the problems between Sam Manson and Scarlett Spirit all came down to Sam. Scarlett was a shallow, popular A-Lister in Sam's eyes, and Sam Manson was a plan-ruining attention seeking thing that Scarlett treated like gum under her blue combat boots. So, all in all, Danny's idea to lock the two in a (faze proof) room to get along was probably not a good idea. But, with his clueless nature, he did it anyway. And that's why the town of Amity Park was now deaf because of all the shouting.

"You're a shallow little A-Lister,"

"You're a little attention seeking black-bird,"

"You're a rich little person who thinks they're a VIP,"

"You're one to talk, don't you think I don't know your family's wealth. I don't know why you hide it; Paulina may be a shallow little princess, but she has SOME standards. You don't fit them,"

I don't think I need to tell you who said what. (But just in case, italics are Sam's and bold is Scarlett.) All that mattered is that whatever Danny had hoped to achieve, this wasn't it.

After a good old shouting match, Scarlett went over to the door and banged repeatedly on it whilst yelling at the top of her his head, "Daniel James Fenton you let me out or so help me!" But Danny held his ground

"Nope." Sam couldn't help but laugh.

"You think this is funny? Well, news flash, panda-eyes, you're stuck in here too!" Sam looked wide-eyed, before going over to the door.

"Danny! You better let me out now or I'll... I'll... I don't know what I'll do.."

"Same result as Scarlett, I'm locking you two in the room until you figure out how to get along,"

"Come on Danny, you know that never works," yelled Sam, banging on the door. Danny just laughed, before turning back to a screen connected to a camera in the room.

"I guess we have to try to get along," said Scarlett

"Or at least pretend to," replied Sam.


They sat down in the two corners of the room, legs crossed. Sam was huddled in a purple snuggly that Danny had thrown into the room after she complained it was cold 'Hum,' thought Scarlett 'I wonder why it's as cold as my ice core; there is a heater here,'

Scarlett looked behind her, noticing that the camera was behind her, and got her notebook out of in her hoodie top and wrote 'If you want to get out, we have 2 be nice to each over, change cover if you agree," Sam changed corner.


Sam was giving Scarlett death eyes, her deep purple eyes.
"You have nice eyes, but stop wearing your hair like that; it does not look good on you,"
"Why would I care?"
"You want Danny to like you, right?" Sam shut up. Scarlett walked over to a corner and started making ice spears and chucking them at the wall, trying to break the force fielded. Something is Sam's mind clicked
"Danny, why is there a faze proof shield around the room; the'res no ghosts here," Scarlett turned to the camera, staring dead-eyes (pun not intended), eyes glowing, she stated in the same voice she used when playing the possessed girl in the horror movie.
"Tell her and you'll find out what it's like to die 100% and inhabit the Ghost Zone all the time."
"N-no r-reason," stuttered Danny.
"I wouldn't question it, Samantha, and changed your lipstick, it's so goth it's not goth. DANNY! Pass me a pair of scissors, brown lipstick and the green headband, Now, I have some in my bag." He passed it through a letterbox.

"Let's get started then," said Scarlett, picking up a floral pair of scissors, and approached Sam's hair, smiling, all teeth showing.


Sam run her hand through her newly cut pixie and smiled in the reflection of the small, pullout mirror on the lipstick, and smiled as she noticed that she actually looked more goth than before. Her brown lips made it look more natural, meaning that the purple to black gradient eyeshadow, that she'd put on this morning, stood out and looked incredibly goth. She didn't miss her long hair, and her head felt lighter without the ponytail.

Looking through the post box, Scarlett saw Danny smiling. It was working,"