Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I'll try to update more frequently.

Also, I'm thinking about bumping this down to a T Rating. What do you think?

Not one of the best chapters I've ever wriiten. I'm trying to finish this before 2007. This is one of those boring filler chapters.

Chapter Thirty

The next day at school was a blur for Sam. Mr. Lancer rambled on about "Romeo and Juliet" in English class. She the studying she had done for her French test rendered useless, and she was helpless in Science class without Danny to help her out. He may be clueless about Math, English, PE, and numerous other subjects, but Biology was the one subject he was able to keep in the B range despite his ghost fighting.

Tucker wasn't much help. He spent the majority of his day on his PDA, looking through the school files. During lunch, he was nowhere to be seen, and Sam assumed it was because His cell phone went off during Math.

As she entered the cafeteria, she realized something was wrong. Dash was sitting at the "Cool" table as always, next to Rebecca, Star, and Kwan. But Katie, along with Jake and Alana, were sitting at a table clear across the cafeteria. She was even more suprised when Katie waved her over.

Sam and Jake exchanged akward looks, while Alana busied herself by burying her face in one of her textbooks.

Katie spent lunch asking Sam on how to get rid of Dash. Sam did her best to reply, feeling a bit strange about the conversation. Jake and Alana remained silent, pretending to study.

When Katie got up to use the restroom, Sam let her mind wander. Tucker had told her that Teresa admitted to working for Vlad in an attempt to get Danny. But she had insisted that she hadn't set the bomb. She even said she was an ultra-recyclo vegetarian, which Sam found hard to believe.

At this point, Katie and Jake were their main suspects, since Harriet seemed innocent and, in Sam's opinion, not mad enough to set a bomb.

She let her mind wander. She noticed that the school play was scheduled for Friday, which seemed too soon, considering casting had only been a few days ago. But then again, she didn't know much about plays.

Someone had also left an annonymous tip at the news station that she was the culprit. Generating a dislike of her that seemed to hit her at various parts of the day.

She shook her head as Katie returned. She felt like they had made no progress. And she felt more miserable than she probably should have.

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Danny had woken up at noon, asking what had happened. Harriet told him everything, leaving out the part about the police stop. Danny remained awake anxious for the puppy, his friends, and everyone else.

Harriet spent the day cleaning the house, not knowing what else to do. She had taken the day, as well as the next two, off in order to take care of Danny until his parents returned from Chicago on Friday. They would have made better time, but Jack had insisted on letting his wife cool down from her outburst the day before.

The entire day was a blur. Sam and Tucker dropped off Danny's missed homework, spending a few minutes with him before going home. When Danny finally came down, he looked like a zombie. There were lines under his eyes and his hair was in disarray.

At first they were silent, nibbling at the nasty burger takout. But pretty soon, Danny diverted his attention to Harriet, and began bombarding her with more questions about what had happened during his sleeping spell.

Harriet did her best to answer, until she saw something flash in Danny's eyes, and he asked her, "Where's that letter from yesterday?"

Harriet remembered the envelope she discovered wedged in the couch the day before. What had she done with it? She was sure she had left it on the coffee table, but when she went to clean it, it was gone.

Seeing Harriet hesitate, Danny got up and dashed into the living room, pulling up cushions and looking under furniture. It only took him a few minutes to realize the letter was gone.

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Though the day proved uneventful, Danny and the others slept less soundly than previous nights. the lull had given them an opportunity for them to realize how little they knew, and how unpleasent their situation was. Not to mention confusing. The whole play situation was giving Danny a major headache, unable to make heads or tails of what he was presented with as fact.

Why did his life have to be so stressful. School, Jazz, this huge mess, ghost-.

Danny sat up, realization as confusion swelling up inside of him. He hadn't even seen a ghost in days. Not even the Box Ghost, who seemed to appear every few days. Things were getting more confusing by the minute.

Restless, he decided to go on patrol, they way he normally spent his nights.

Raising his arms, he whispered his battle cry, turning into Danny Phantom.

He jumped off the bed expecting to hover in the air. The last thing he expected was to fall to the floor.