Chapter Twenty
Danny spent the remainder of the day running on autopilot. He didn't even raise a complaint when one teacher assigned a Seven Page Essay on the French Revolution due at the end of the week. What Mrs. Manson had said ran through his head more times than he could count.
Finally, he considered telling an adult everything he knew. He couldn't tell his parents because he would have to reveal that he was Danny Phantom. He couldn't go to Tucker or Sam's Parents either. He even considered Mr. Lancer. All of the sudden someone who he disliked very much came into his head. As much as he hated to admit it, they were the most likely to be of asistance.
Sam was miserable. Earlier that day the postman came to the door with a sack full of letters all addressed to her. All of them turned out to be hate letters to her reguarding last Saturday's Interview with Danny. Many had very unpleasent things that if you read, you would probably start throwing furniture around the room.
But not Sam, she threw furniture out the window. That is until she accidently hit a guy with a million tatoos on a motorcycle with her alarm clock. Then she just threw it around the room.
Most where along the lines of "You Stink, Jump in a Volcano" but one of them had made her angrier than the rest.
Dear Sammantha Manson,
Due to your recent appearance on the news, we deny your request to be allowed back into our bookstore. As of last Wednesday, we have created a policy that Murders and those under suspicion will no longer be allowed.
Happy Halloween,
Spike & Gigi
Co-Owners of Skulk and Lurk's Bookstore
Harriet moaned in frustration and put her hair back into a ponytail. In a few minutes, an instructor from Harvard College would call an tell her whether she had been accepted or denied the position to teach advanced Journalism. If she though she looked good, it sometimes calmed her nerves.
After a few minutes of waiting, Harriet started fidgeting with her hair again. just as she had it in the messiest state possible. She her the unmistakeable sound of a phone ringing. Immediately she forgot her hair and picked up the reciever. "Hello" she asked, still fidgeting with her hair.
"Harriet, It's Danny, I need your help."