Chapter Two
of Less Than Three
(Danny's POV)
I sat at the computer, once again, playing my favorite PC game. If you just go to , click a certain link, then you'll find it. It's called the Falling Sand Game. It's amazing! You could sit there for hours, not noticing the holes burning through your head, and watch sand fall. It's so addicting. I swear!
Anyway, I was so into it, I almost didn't notice one of my other windows blinking orange. I maximized it to find my yahoo email pop up. It said I had one unread message. I thought "Um, okay…" to myself, then clicked it open.
And this is where I became puzzled. The email wouldn't say whom it was from. That was one thing that crept my out. Don't they usually let you know who sent you an email? Or, maybe, I wasn't supposed to know. Alarms started going off in my head at that point.
And then, the message scared me. I less than three you. What the heck did that mean?! Less than three? Did it mean that, to whoever sent this retarded and confusing email, I was less valuable than the number three? I sat there, stumped, staring at the screen.
Why would someone send this to me? They probably knew I wasn't doing to understand the message. Did they want me to receive the email so I could have even more low self-confidence? Well, their message ticked me off. How was I supposed to know what "less than three" meant? I was only a fourteen-year-old who was all caught up in, like, forty different things. I had school – includingMr. Lancer, my parents being totally "different" and "unique" and definitely embarrassing, my sister (who knew about my "special powers" and felt like being over-protective and crabby and bossy), and my "special powers" (being a halfa – half ghost, half normal kid) and having to deal with the annoying interruptions of my life because of all the weird ghosts escaping the Portal.
I was not about to let some stranger stress me out too because of some phrase I can't comprehend AT ALL.
I less than three you.
What the heck did that mean?!