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Danny and Sam packed up their bags after school and headed to rehearsal. Today, only the principles were rehearsing, so none of the chorus people were there. On the sheet Mr. Lancer had explained it would be this way for the first week or so.

"Sam?"

"Yeah Danny?"

"When are we going to do the tutoring? The rehearsals are going to take all the time."

Sam thought for a second before answering. "You're right, Danny. How about this? Do your homework alone and call me if you have any trouble. We can meet this weekend at your house to study for any tests or quizzes next week."

"Sounds good." Danny said smiling.

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"Ms. Colameh and Ms. Manson, if you would kindly stop goofing off for a second so we could block this one scene-"

"But, Mr. Lancer," Emma said, making puppy eyes. "This is such a fun song to goof off to."

"Just because I gave you the privilege of choreographing this one scene does not give you the right to abandon all sense of order! Sense and Sensibility, people, Sense and Sensibility." Lancer rubbed his eyes. "From the top, people."

Both girls sighed and walked to opposite sides of the stage. They put on thoughtful glances and turned slightly away from each other. The song started.

Emma said, in a purposefully nasally voice.

"Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsical"

The audience laughed a little. Sam said, in a serious voice, acting as if unaware of Emma.

My dear Father

They sang together, still faced in opposite directions.

There's been some confusion

Over rooming here at Shiz

Sam sang, seriously again.

But of course, I'll care for Nessa.

Emma sang, hitting high notes beautifully.

But of course, I'll rise above it.

They both sang looking a little guilty.

For I know that's how you'd want me to respond

Yes

There's been some confusion

For you see, my room-mate is-

Emma thought for a little while. Then she sang timidly and quickly.

Unusually and exceedingly peculiar

And altogether quite impossible to describe.

Sam thought for a little while, mocking Emma. Then she said bluntly,

Blonde.

The audience laughed again. Danny chuckled. That sounded like Sam alright.

Emma and Sam started glaring at each other and walked towards each other. Emma stopped and brought a hand to her face, as if in shock.

What is this feeling?

So sudden and new?

Sam sang back to Emma, glaring at her.

I felt it the moment

I laid eyes on you

They both looked out to the audience. Emma stepped forward and sang,

My pulse is rushing:

Sam stepped forward and sang, while bringing her hands to her temples,

My head is reeling

Emma sang, bringing both hands to her face.

My face is flushing

They through their hand to their sides and sang into the audience,

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame,

Does it have a name?

Yes!

Having come up with the answer they stood two feet apart and sang into the audience

Loathing

They turned to glare and sang at each other.

Unadulterated loathing

Emma took another step towards Sam and pointed at her face

For your face

Sam pinched her nose and sang at Emma, nasally.

Your voice

Emma put her hands on her hips and looked Sam up and down. She retorted.

Your clothing

Sam faked injury and Emily smirked. They both turned to the audience.

Let's just say

They turned to look at each other,

I loathe it all

They circled each other like two boxers in a ring, while looking each other up and down.

Ev'ry little trait, however small

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

They stopped and just glared at each other.

With simple utter loathing

There's a strange exhilaration

They threw their arms into the air.

In such total detestation

They looked into the audience.

It's so pure and strong!

Though I do admit it came on fast

They turned back towards each other to continue their glare-fest.

Still I do believe that it can last

And I will be loathing

Loathing you

My whole life long!

Suddenly the theater went black. People in the audience screamed and ran out. Danny and Sam stayed in their places, unbeknownst to each other.

A deep voice, accompanied with greenish-blue glowing smoke said, "If it's loathing you wish for, it's loathing you'll get."

A huge ghost came into view. A woman with blonde hair and a crown of nettles appeared. She had black holes for eyes and had a spear covered with thorns in one hand.

Danny went ghost and flew up to her. "Who are you?", he yelled.

"I am Abomina, ghost of hate, loathing and utter despisement. I have come to destroy this world with hate." She thudded her spear to the ground causing the room to shake.

"Well, Abomina, go back to where you came from!" Danny blasted her and she did not bat an eyelash.

She disappeared of her own free will and said in that weirdly masculine voice. "We will meet again."

Danny said, "That was weird." He floated back to the ground.

Sam ran towards him. "Danny!"

"Hi Sam." People came back into the theater. Danny looked around. "I have to go."

Sam smiled, a little sadly and said, "I understand. Come back tonight, okay?"

Danny nodded, smiling. He floated through the ceiling as Lancer said, "Okay, people, let's take it from the top."

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Danny changed back into human form behind the dumpster next to the school. He ran to the front door and was about to run inside before Mr. Lancer could see he was gone when he heard, "Yoo-hoo, Danny!"

Danny turned on the spot as he heard the beautiful girl's voice. "Paulina?" He looked around. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, silly." She giggled. "After all, you are the cutest boy in Casper High."

"Wha-..you…uhhh.." Danny said, stunned by the attention the object of his dreams was giving him.

Paulina grabbed his hand. "Now that you're out of rehearsal, let's go to the mall."

Danny said, "But I-" Paulina kissed him. "Okay, let's go." He smiled dreamily.