After school, Tara made her way home. Opening the door, she dropped her bag and went into the next room.
"Polter, I'm home..." Tara shouted. The same 29 year old man, who happened to be her older brother, came into the room.
"Finally! I need to discuss the plan with you," Polter said.
"What plan?" Tara asked.
"This..." Polter unscrolled a peice of paper. It showed pictures of Danny Phantom, Tucker, and Sam.
"Now, the halfa has to friends, or, 'protecters'," he said. "We need to get them out of the way." Tara sat down on a chair, uninterested.
"Why do you want to get him so badly?" she asked.
"I need more than just one succersor," Polter said. "You and him will avenge Polter G. Sparett!"
"Woopee..." Tara said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, all you need to do is get on Foley and Manson's side, and we'll go in for the attack!" Polter said. Tara suddenly shot up.
"Wait," she said. "Sam sorta... hates me..."
"Then, get on Foley's side, and we'll think of something for Manson," Polter said, looking at her as though she was stupid.
"It's common sence, Tara!"
"Hey... What would we be doing to Sam?" Tara asked nervously.
"We'll get rid of her!" Polter said. Tara's eyes opened wide. "Oh, come on, Tara! you know what 'get rid of' means!" her brother assured.
"But... But..." Tara said.
"No buts!" Polter yelled. "Now, what does Foley like?"
"Well, he's sorta mostly the looking-for-a-date-desperatly type..." Tara told him.
"Perfect! Talk someone into going out with him," Polter said. "And by 'talk someone into', I mean go into them, and make them."
"Okay, and what about Sam?" Tara asked.
"Oh, we'll think of something," Polter said slyly as he walked away. Tara looked back at him, then knocked her head down.
"Where did I go wrong?" she asked herself.