"What is this about? Who's this "Cupcake?" Are you hiding something! Daniel Fenton, you'd better tell me!" Sam screamed.

Danny was trying his best to get home, being followed by a bunch of angry girls, having Sam scream at him, and to top it all, it was raining.

Danny slouched, miserably, ignoring Sam's outbursts, until. Finally, it became too much. "SAM! WILL YOU STOP! I DON'T KNOW WHO WROTE THIS LETTER, GIRLS ARE FOLLOWING ME EVERYWHERE THREATINING TO KILL ME, AND YOU'RE NOT MAKING IT ANY BETTER! SO JUST STOP IT! Danny screamed, throwing his hands up.

Sam stopped her ranting. Danny walked away from his two friends in a huff. They just stared at him, unbelievably.

---------------------------- ----------------------------- -------------------------------------------------

Danny stomped into his house and up the stairs, not even bothering to say "hello" to anyone. He threw his bag on the ground and sprawled out on his bed. He sighed. Now that he'd done it, he really wished he hadn't yelled at Sam. He hated it when they got in fights. He could have calmly said it, or he could have ignored her until she calmed down herself, but NOOOO he had to yell. He scolded himself over and over.

There was a knock at his door. "Danny?" It was Jazz, his sixteen year old, annoying sister.

"What do you want Jazz," Danny replied angrily.

"Can I come in?"

Danny sighed again, "Fine."

Jazz came in to see her brother sitting on his bed; an angry face pasted on.

"You okay?" she asked sitting next to him.

"Oh yeah, I just had to live through a day of girls threatening my life, weird letters and Sam screaming her lungs out at me. I'm just peachy," he glared at Jazz.

"So, those girls are still mad at you?"

Danny nodded.

"It'll get better. It's not like a bunch of girls can kill you or something?" Jazz laughed slightly.

Danny lightened up a little, "I guess your right. Thanks Jazz."

As much as he hated to admit it Jazz did know how to make him feel better, even if it didn't make since how she did it. She seemed to know Danny just a little better than everyone else and knew the right words.

"Well, I've got to go do my homework," Jazz flashed a smile at her brother and left the room.

Danny tried to focus on his homework, but his mind kept trailing off. "Who could have given me that letter? Just about every girl in school hates me right know, so who wrote it. It wasn't Sam, I know that. I know, maybe it was Valerie! But Valerie, the ghost hunter, no it just didn't sound like her."

Danny was deep in his thoughts when his ghost sense went off.

"I am the Box Ghost, master of all things square! You will not hold me in your cylindrical holding container," the chubby ghost yelled.

"Oh good, something to keep my mind on," Danny transformed into his ghost mode and started to eliminate some of his inner anger.

---------------------------------- --------------------------------- ---------------------------------------

The next day at school wasn't much different from the day before. When he got to his locker, though, Sam was the only girl there, leaning against the locker looking sullen and sad.

"Hey Sam," Danny greeted her.

"Hi Danny," she stared at the ground.

Suddenly, they both started screaming apologies at each other at the same time. It sounded like, "I'm sorry I yelled at, note was just a weird mistake and, I never should have been so, girls are stalking me, and I felt so guilty last night!"

They stared at each other for a second and then burst out laughing.

"You felt the same way as me?" Danny asked after they stopped laughing.

"Yeah,"

"Look, Sam. I'm really sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have gotten so mad," Danny apologized.

"Apology accepted, and Danny, I'm sorry I was yelling at you. You were already having a rough day and I only made it worse."

"Apology also accepted," Danny put his hand on Sam's shoulder, "but I still don't know who gave me that note?"

"I guess you'll have to see after school."

---------------------------- (After School) ---------------------- --------------------------------------

Danny walked out of the school.

"This is it," Sam commented.

"Well, see ya," Tucker waved as he started to walk off.

"Where are you going?" Danny asked.

"No girl is gonna talk to you with other people around," Tucker said, "but don't worry, you can tell us all about it when you get home."

"Good luck," Sam comforted him. (Reluctantly, but she still did)

Danny took a deep breath and turned the corner of the school. He was immediately grabbed and slammed against the brick wall.