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Chapter 10: The Special Time
As Danny and Ally made out sensually with each other, which had later turned into a strip-tease, Danny began to think what he was doing was right.
"I want you," she mumbled as she continued to lock her lips to his. "I want you so bad."
Danny's phone showed Sam's face on his lock screen as a missed call before the screen turned off. As he was kissing Ally, touching her butt, massaging her breasts, his mind, underneath many influences, had mistaken the woman of being Sam. Every moan, whimper, gasp, and squirm that she made was almost completely identical to Sam's. She had almost all of Sam's characteristics and more. But as he opened his eyes, he noticed her blonde locks and her green eyes. He knew this wasn't Sam.
In a split second, Danny's conscience took over. He'd seen Sam lying in a hospital bed. The whole place was white and the radiant lights had bounced off of the walls and floors to make an angelic glow all throughout the atmosphere. In her hands, she was cradling a baby. A baby boy.
"Sam?" he asked. He reached for her, but she was so far away.
"Sam?!" he called. Sam never looked up; never acknowledged him.
He tried to walk towards her, but as he kept going on and on, he was merely walking in place. He wasn't going anywhere at all. He wasn't going to any place.
"SAM!" he yelled for her. He screamed near the peak of his lungs, using all his capacity.
But Sam never once looked up. As he continued on, he found out why he could never reach her. All of his lies, bad deeds, betrayal, and many more had surrounded Sam, protecting her from Danny to prevent from getting hurt.
There was nothing Danny could do to break through it.
At this illusion of his imagination, he threw himself away from Ally. She looked at him in shock and confusion.
"What's your problem, baby?"
"No! Don't… don't call me that. I told you before… I'm going to be a father… I'm in a relationship… I… I have a name, and it's Danny!"
"Okay? Danny. What's your problem?"
"I can't… we can't. I'm already in love. I can't do this."
Danny was near on the verge of panic. Nearly in tears, which was rarely ever expressed by him.
"What are you saying? You dragged me all the way over to this house and made-out with me… just to tell me that you can't sleep with me?!"
"Yes."
"Oh, so you lost your balls all of a sudden?!"
"Yes."
"You just don't know what you're doing…"
"I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M DOING!" Danny barked. She stepped back in shock.
"Don't you yell at me?! It's not my fault that you don't know how to love. What are you going to do? Hit me?"
Danny smirked and took her arm, pushing her up against the wall, getting so close to her face, she could practically feel the steam and heat coming off of his body.
"Let me go!" she yelled.
Danny stood at her and stared.
"I don't hit women," he growled and grabbed her chin, "but that doesn't mean I can't touch them."
"What exactly do you expect me to do, huh jackass? Am I supposed to just walk home?"
"Well that's up to you… but you're leaving this house with your eggs unfertilized. You understand me, whore?"
She shook slightly, growing a little fearsome of the man before her. "Yes."
"Good. Call someone if you have to, but never bug me again."
He let go of her arm and grabbed his cell phone off of the night stand before heading back upstairs.
When he got into Sam's bedroom, he shut and locked the door. He watched out of the window, which viewed the front yard, as he seen Ally walk out of the house and down the walkway.
Must've found a ride, he thought.
He saw that he had gotten a missed call from Sam.
Shit! Sam…
He checked the clock in the upper right hand corner and seen that it said 11:58PM. Sam had called an hour and a half before.
She's probably asleep right now. I shouldn't bother her.
He set his phone down on the nightstand near "his side" of the bed and unlocked the door, opened it, and returned downstairs. Once there, he let Spade outside to go to the bathroom, remembering to chain him, and locked the front door. All of this would seem pretty complicated to do when you're drunk, but how Danny does these things remains a mystery to even himself let alone to all.
He watched Spade as he finished doing his business and let him bag in, unchaining him. Then he secured the back door. Spade barked, getting Danny's attention, and then nudged his leg.
"What?" Danny asked. Spade whimpered and barked again. Then, to clarify what he wanted, ran up the stairs to Sam's bedroom. Danny stumbled after him and looked. Spade was lying on Sam's side of the bed.
"Spade, get down. You know Sam doesn't… like… like you on furniture."
Spade barked and licked his lips.
"Spade, down!"
Spade rolled over on his side.
Danny sighed. "Fine. Just for tonight."
He walked to the dresser, changed his shirt and pants to something more comfortable, and slipped into his side of the bed.
Spade turned over and cuddled next to Danny, which made the man smile at the dog's mushiness.
"Goodnight Spade," he whispered and he slowly fell asleep.
~Sam~
"Up, up, up!" a voice broke into Sam's dreams.
She moaned and turned over, looking at who had said it. Cecilia was ushering her out of her bed from her doorway. She looked at the clock and realized it was 7:00AM. Yet again, the morning sun had flooded through, yet that didn't seem to bother Sam. She hated hearing yelling, screaming, talking, or lawn mowers while she was asleep.
Looks like Cecilia was at the top of her 'aggravation' list.
"And just when I thought I was dreaming," Sam mumbled, crawling out of bed.
"Come on now. Let's go. We don't want to be late."
"I'm up," Sam yawned.
"Good. Now get dressed. The breakfast buffet just opened.
"How long have you been up?" Sam asked while she slowly rose from her bed and walked to her suitcase to grab some close.
"Since about 6:15. Not that long."
Sam finished picking out her outfit, a black and tan striped dress-like shirt with black leggings, a few black bangles, her "S" necklace that her grandmother had gotten for her before she died, and black dress shoes. Not heels, just something elegant.
She turned to Cecilia, who had been smiling politely in her doorway. Sam gave a slight and awkward chuckle. "Yeah, Cecilia, I have to get dressed now… so…"
"Oh, yeah! Right! I'm leaving right now."
Cecilia turned and shut the door. Sam sighed and started to dress. Afterward, she had applied make-up and put on some jewelry. Then to add extra scent, she sprayed just a little hint of perfume on her chest and neck.
There, finished.
She examined herself in the mirror.
Wow. I never thought that I'd dress this girly in my life.
She held her hands on her stomach and breathed softly.
I hope I'm going to be an excellent mother.
She wobbled over to her nightstand and grabbed her cell phone, getting ready to dial Danny's number… but then she double checked the time.
7:09.
He's not awake. Don't even bother, Sam.
She shook her head and tightened her grip on her mobile device, exiting the room afterward. She found Cecilia sitting on the couch.
"Fabulous Sam, you look absolutely fabulous!"
"Thank you Cecilia."
"Alright," she stood up. "I gathered your art supplies and set them all in a pile right here on the couch. I'm going to haul them all out to the car while you stay up here."
"God, no. Don't treat me like I'm crippled just because I'm pregnant. Have me carry something."
"Well okay. Why don't you handle the light stuff, like the canvas and stuff? I'll handle the boxes of paints and everything like that."
"We're going to take this all into a cab?"
"No. I had my cousin drop one of his cars off in the hotel parking lot. I know which one it is, you just have to trust me."
"I'm- I'm sorry… one of his cars?"
"Yeah. He owns a lot dealership right outside of Vegas. He got us a car fixed up and given to us for free."
"Are you sure he didn't steal it? Because I'm not sitting in a car that's stolen."
Cecilia laughed. "I'm 100% positive that it's not stolen."
Sam smiled.
"Come on. Let's load up this junk and stuff it into the car."
"Alright." She said.
Sam grabbed the light stuff while Cecilia handled the heavier stuff. They left Sam's hotel room and walked all the way down to the hotel parking lot. Once there, Cecilia took out the key fob that her cousin had left for her. She pressed the unlock button and the lights of a black Ford Buick with silver rims parked about midway down the lot flashed on and off.
"Oh!" Cecilia cried. "Found it!"
She pranced over to the car, clutching the boxes in her hands even harder and tried her best to open the doors. Sam slowly wobbled behind, doing her best to catch up with her co-worker. Cecilia turned her head and laughed.
"Come on, slow-poke!"
"I'm pregnant!" Sam yelled. "I don't think a lot of pregnant women can run."
"Okay, then increase the speed of your wobble."
Sam rolled her eyes and eventually made it to the car. Cecilia grabbed the taken apart canvas out of her hands and slipped it in the backseat.
"Get in the car," Cecilia happily demanded and moved past Sam to go get the second load of things.
"Did I do something wrong?" Sam asked.
"No. It's just that we're gonna be late and we need to get a move on. No offense Sam, but you're doing nothing but slowing us down."
"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled, somewhat hurt by the statement.
"Don't be. It isn't your fault. Just sit in the car, buckle in and wait there. I'll be right back and then we'll go."
Then Cecilia walked off.
Sam did exactly as Cecilia said. Buckled herself in and waited patiently.
While I'm waiting, maybe I can call Danny.
She pulled out her phone, unlocked the screen and looked in the upper right hand corner.
7:32.
I'll give it a try. If he answers, awesome; if he doesn't, oh well. There's always later.
Then Sam went to her contacts, found Danny's number, and pressed "Call."
She held the phone up to her ear and listened is it rang.
"Come on, Danny."
After a few more seconds, the ringing stopped and Danny's tired voice was heard on the other line.
"Hello?"
"Danny? Hi."
"Hey, Sam. What are you doing up this early?"
"I'm heading down to the gallery so that the critics here can view my work."
"Wow. At…" he paused for a second. "7:33 in the morning?"
"Actually, I've been up since 7:00."
"What?!"
"Yeah."
"Is waking up that early… healthy for the baby?"
"I don't think it affects him one bit."
Danny stayed silent for the longest time.
"Danny, are you alright? Why are you so quiet?"
Because I just cheated on you last night, that's why, he thought.
"I'm… I'm just tired. That's all."
Perfect, Fenton. Lie to her again, that's gonna help.
"Aw. Did you get drunk last night like I told you not to?"
"Yeah… pretty much."
"Did you guys get home alright?" Sam asked in fear. "Tucker was sober, right?"
"Tucker was slightly buzzed, but good enough to drive."
"I…" Sam started, but when she turned her head to see Cecilia coming toward the car, she stopped. "Danny, I gotta go. Okay?"
"Alright. I love you Sam."
"I love you too Danny. Please be careful."
"I will. Oh, and one more thing."
"Yes?"
"I got a job. It's part-time, but it's a job."
"Danny, that's great! Go and get them!" Sam cried with a smile.
He chuckled a little. "I will. Bye Sam."
"Bye Danny."
She hung up and slipped her phone in her pocket just as Cecilia opened the backseat door behind the passenger's seat and stuffed more stuff in.
"Okay," she panted. "We're all set."
She shut the door and walked around to the driver's side, opening the door and getting in before shutting it. She stuck her key in the ignition and started the car, looking at Sam afterwards.
"You okay? You look a little dazed."
"Huh?" Sam asked nonchalantly. "Oh, yeah. I'm excellent."
"I'm glad to hear the spirit in your voice." She laughed and shifted the gear to reverse and pulled out. "You'll need as much spirit as possible for those critics."
"W-Why?" Sam stuttered. "Are they picky?"
"No, no. Just… jackasses."
"O-Oh…"
"You have nothing to worry about Sam. They've been hearing fantastic things about you, and they'll expect nothing less of what you already are."
At this, Sam cheered up.
~Danny~
After Sam hung up the phone, he dialed Tucker's number and called him.
Tucker picked up seconds later, his voice sounded grouchy and tiresome, yet lustful.
"Sup man."
"Dude, what the hell did you do?!"
"Okay, what did I do this time?"
"That's what I'm asking you, dickhead! What did you just make me do?!"
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down. What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. Ally! You let her flirt with me, and I almost… oh God… I hate you Tucker!"
"Dude," Tucker yawned. "You needed it. Sam's gonna be away for a really, really, really long time. She ain't coming back anytime soon."
"A year, Tucker! A fricken' year!"
"Did you just call to interrogate me or did you call me to throw a sissy fit?"
"Shut the hell up! I'll do whatever the hell I want after what you made me do! I don't think you understand Tucker! Maybe it's because you can't see my facial expressions or we kid around too much, but listen to my words! I… am… PISSED… off! Not playfully, not jokingly… literally! I want to punch you! I want to punch you so fu-."
"Okay, okay, I get it. No need to get all uppity."
"No need? I don't think you realize that I cheated on the one and only girl that I will probably EVER love… and it's your entire goddamn fault!"
"No, no. Not entirely."
"What the… hell did you make me do, Tucker?!"
"It's not what I made you do… it's what you made yourself do."
"Whatever man! Don't talk to me anymore. You're lucky I don't go over there right now and kick your black ass!"
"So now we're throwing racism inside of this?" Tucker laughed. "Ah, okay Danny."
"It's not funny! Do I sound like I'm laughing right now?!"
"Get some rest Danny. Cool yourself down."
Tucker hung up after saying this. Danny slammed his cell phone down on the nightstand and got out of bed, heading for the dresser and getting dressed for his job, which he failed to mention to Sam, was at a dentist office as an assistant.
Right now, Tucker's the biggest asshole I could ever ask for.
Count on Tucker to make a certain ghost boy mad.
~Alyson~
I had plotted to strike the ghost boy, but I had failed.
That was your job, Alyson. That was supposed to be your duty… for your master.
Why didn't his ghost sense go off? She was a ghost, after all.
This makes as 'bout as much sense as jumping into an open flame.
I wanted to. I wanted to capture him and bring him to Cyclopes.
I wanted to.
I'll find him again.
I will.
~Sam~
"Welcome, welcome," greeted a man in a suit once Sam and Cecilia had showed up at the Las Vegas Art Gallery. "I am Sir Cheshire Burk. Welcome."
Cecilia was slightly confused as to how proper these people were. Luckily, because of her being raised in such a rich family, she knew exactly how to talk to them.
"Salutations, Sir Cheshire Burk. I am Samantha Elizabeth Manson, artist and painter. Naturally, of course, as well as a poet."
"Ah, has sophisticated you are. Are you… eh…?
"Pregnant?" she finished. "Yes, I am."
"Congratulations, Samantha. Marvelous."
"Thank you."
"Sir or madam?"
"Sir."
"And how far along, dear?"
"Six months, one week, two days, seven hours, fifty-five minutes, twenty-six, now twenty-seven, seconds."
"Remarkable. You keep track at an amplifying rate. I applaud you."
"Much appreciated. I do try to account myself as particular."
"You should label yourself as such," he turned, "now if you follow this way, perhaps I can take you to the critics just in the conference room in the very back."
After we walked off, Cecilia looked at Sam in awe.
"How did you…?"
"Maybe you forgot. I was raised in a very upper-classed family. My parents were entrepreneurs. They mind as well have owned half of the world by how much they had traveled. From almost every country, they had ambassadors come to parties at our house and I was practically forced to dress nice and socialize with all of the guests."
"Wow. I never knew you came from that background."
"Well hey, you know the saying: 'We learn something new everyday.'"
Sam followed after Sir Cheshire Burk, as did Cecilia.
As Sam looked around, she saw portraits and paintings hanging all over the place. Many of them were exquisite. Painting of children mostly, like one of the paintings took the setting of the Underground Railroad; a very favorite subject of Sam's growing when they talked about it in social studies. Another of the Holocaust, many of the children digging in pits during their spent solitary confinement in concentration camps. But one very breath-taking had caught her eye, and it almost made her want to spill tears. The face of a kid up close with a falling tear from her right eye. In little bubble-like circles next to the child's face, there were many other drawings aside. In one of them, a building stood high and at the very strip where a name of the building would be, it read: Sandy Hooks Elementary. She glanced closer and on the left side read a small poem:
"Forever in our hearts you'll stay,
And no one will forget the day.
All you wanted was to learn,
And now your families will yearn.
Because of one man's selfish heart,
Your life was slowly ripped apart.
For this is a story for a book,
The Tragedy of Sandy Hook."
Sam looked down even farther and realized that the painting was dated only two weeks after the tragic incident.
Sarah L. Airhart.
A tear fell from her eye. The painting was beautiful beyond measure, and the poem just added a more devastating divine of treasury. It made her think twice of ever sending her baby to school when he was grown.
"My sister painted that, you know."
A voice had startled Sam, making her turn around. It was Cecilia.
"Really?"
"Yeah. She was very heartbroken about the conspiracy. So she decided to express her feelings of it in a painting."
"Wow. It's… it's breathtaking."
"I love it. It's one of my favorites. Come on; let's catch up with Sir 'Whatever.'"
Sam chuckled. "Alright."
~Danny~
After work, Danny had came home nearly soaked in water and spit combined. Being a Being a dentist assistant was not as easy as some people had put it out to be. The pay wasn't all that bad, but Danny would also enjoy it if he didn't get spit on all the time by a bunch of patients. He phased through the door and changed back to his human half before letting Spade out of his cage.
"Hey boy! Hungry?"
Spade barked and panted.
"Okay. Come on," Danny ushered, leading him into the kitchen. When they got there, he picked up Spade's dog food bowl and looked around for the food.
"What?" he mumbled confused, realizing there wasn't any out. He looked in the cabinet where Sam usually kept it for him and there were no more bags.
"Seriously?"
He shut the cabinet doors and grabbed his car keys off of the key holder in the kitchen.
"Come on, boy! Let's go bye-bye!"
Spade barked and twirled around in a circle. They left through the front door and headed to Danny's car. He opened the backseat door and Spade jumped inside and Danny shut the door behind the dog. Then Danny got into the driver's side, closed the door and started the car. As he pulled out, Spade panted in his ear and started to lick his cheek.
"Agh! Spade, knock it off."
Spade barked and licked him again.
"Spade! I… am… driving."
Spade whimpered and got ready to lick Danny again.
"Spade!" Danny started as he ignited his ecto-plasmatic laser from his right index finger. "I will do it."
Spade barked and wagged his tail joyfully.
"Spade…" Danny warned him cautiously.
Spade got closer to Danny's face and slowly, ever so slowly, licked his cheek yet again.
Danny gave him a little blast from his finger, right on Spade's neck, and he gave a tiny whimper and lie down in the backseat.
"I told you so," Danny shook his head and chuckled.
Danny pulled into the parking spot right outside of Amity Park's Mini-Mart. He shut the car off after rolling down the back windows for Spade.
"I'll be right back boy, okay?" Danny assured the dog before he got out of the car, shut the door and locked it.
He walked up to the sliding doors and they opened before him. He made sure to read off everything that was indicated in the aisle on each sign hanging from the ceiling before entering said aisle.
Canned foods, Cleaning utensils, Hygiene products… pet food!
As he paced down the pet food aisle, someone nearby had watched him curiously. It was Ally.
I finally found him, she thought. This is for you master.
She moved a little closer to Danny's position (undetected, thanks to Danny's backside facing her) and pretended to fall on the ground in pain, screaming, hugging her stomach with her arms. As a bonus, so that Danny didn't notice her right off hand, she kept her head down, so at top view you could only view the hair on her head. Danny's eyes darted back to her.
"Hey!" he called to her, rushing towards her. A few other people crowded around to see what all of the big commotion was. Some of them took out their phones, prepared to call 911 if required. Others just stood in shock.
"Are you okay?" Danny asked her in a concern voice as he crouched down to her height.
It's working, she thought. "I… I don't know."
"Can someone please call for help?" he called out to the now growing crowd a few yards away from him. Thanks to Danny taking his eyes off of Alyson for that one split-second, she looked up sneakily as her eyes changed a sadistic, dark blood-red color. Her skin changed its average normal color to a dark black and her fingernails turned into long, sharp cutting blades. She bellowed out a demonic roar and Danny had turned his head back at her just in time for her to grab a hold of his neck.
The civilians screamed in fear and ran off as Alyson looked deep into Danny's eyes. He was wrapped completely around her finger. There was no way for him to get out. She stuck out her slithery tongue and licked his cheek before she threw him all the way down the pet food aisle. He flew so far; he hit the shelves all the way down at the far end.
He groaned in pain as he stood back up. "I'm goin' ghost!"
Danny changed from his regular half to his ghost half with everything replacing his features, both his genetic and appearance. Raven hair to snow white hair. Blue eyes to green eyes. Pale skin to tan skin. Average clothing to a black jumpsuit with white gloves, white boots, and a logo on his chest marked "D" with a "P" inside of it.
"What are you, some kind of scaly, Godzilla beast?"
"I am much more powerful than that," Mutated Ally smiled. "And you… you will join me."
"Who are you? What do you want with these people?"
"For you, Daniel, you can call me Ally."
Danny's eyes widened at the remembrance of said name. "Ally? You were a… a monster all this time?"
"I was merely a ghost monster, mind you. And I don't want anything with these people… I want you."
"Sorry lady, but I have better things to do than to be your property."
Danny flew toward her and shot his ecto-plasmatic rays at her. This didn't seem to phase her and when he got close enough to her, she attempted to grab his hands that were a little high up above her, but Danny did a front-flip and landed safely behind her.
"You know, I should probably give you credit right now," Danny smirked, getting ready to shoot freeze rays from his eyes. "You're probably the ugliest ghost I've ever fought."
He froze her into place and fired up his hands to shoot ecto-rays, but nothing seemed to work.
"Seriously? What's it take to beat this chick (notwithstanding of course)?"
Soon the eyes thawed out and she busted out of it with an enraged attitude.
"Why won't you DIE?"
"Because if you think I'm going to let you enslave me, Ally," Danny started, flying into the air again and getting ready to freeze her once more with a more powerful attack. "You've got another thing coming."
"You dare challenge me? We will see about that."
She dashed toward him, coming in fast, and slashed her blades deep against the same cheek she had previously licked. He cried out in pain and gripped her neck in an attempt to choke her to… well… after-death.
She made gasping and vocal noises as her airway had been sealed off abruptly. Danny tossed her into the air and blasted her far away from him. She lie on the ground when trying to gain her composure. She did not succeed. She just lied there, feeling defeated and betrayed.
"I'm going to ask you… who sent you?"
"I'm… I'm not… not telling you… anything."
"Really?" Danny asked and fired up his ecto-rays once more. "because if you don't, I'll blast you so roughly, I'll nearly split you in two."
"My master. He sent me."
"What is his name and where can I find him?"
"His name… his name is Demigod. He's found… in a civilization in the Ghost Zone… called Underworld."
"Underworld?" Danny held his fire. "Is Undergrowth by any chance behind this?"
"Why would that colossal imbecile be behind such conspiracy? He can't even cease the life of a whole town let alone build a civilization."
:"Well, that's one thing we can agree on…"
"Undergrowth is long dead, remember? You killed him."
"I terminated him. He can return whenever he pleases, not that I'm inviting him back to my city. He was quite the sucky guest."
"Demigod… he sent me here… to capture you, not kill you."
She slowly reached behind her back and gazed up at Danny's face.
"I'm keeping my loyalty."
With that, she quickly wrapped a Spector Deflector around Danny's waist and locked it securely. Instantly, a million jolting shocks had spread all throughout his body. He let out a horrifying cry in agony and collapsed to the ground. A pair of heels came into Danny's view and with a weak gaze, he looked up. That's when one of the feet kicked him in his head, and everything went black.
~Sam~
"Everyone," Sir Cheshire Burk called upon his co-workers. "This is artist Samantha Elizabeth Manson and Cecilia Anne Airhart. These are the fascinating geniuses from New York that gladly came down here to lend us a helping hand."
A round table of six other men dressed formally in suits and ties clapped as the two young women walked in. Sam smiled. She was very flattered that she had been receiving positive standings from the critics of the gallery.
"Thank you," Cecilia bowed and looked at Sam, nudging her to give the an expression.
"Oh! Thank you, gentlemen, for the warm and welcoming of our entrance."
"She's a sophisticated lot, I like that," one of the men grinned.
"I am the heiress to the Manson Family Fortune."
"Wait… do you mean… are you the daughter of famous entrepreneurs Pamela and Jeremy Manson?"
"Yes, I am."
"My goodness. You don't look anything like them."
"My genetics abnormally come from my dear grandmother, though she is… deceased."
"My condolences. I'm sure she was a remarkable woman."
"Many thanks. She really was."
"Please," Sir Cheshire said. "Take a seat. We won't have you standing up the whole time in your condition."
"Condition?" one of the men repeated confused.
"Ah, yes. Young Samantha here is pregnant."
The men oohed.
"Fascinating. Uh, how far are…?"
"In an unparticular way, I'm six months."
"Ah," another man said. "So you're almost done?"
"Yes," Sam gave a nod.
"Well, I hope that he or she is healthy when they are brought out of your womb."
She lightly chuckled as Cecilia turned and looked at her, giving her a "crazy" look.
Sam and Cecilia both sat in two different seats along with the men.
"So, Ms. Manson, do you know why you are here for one year?"
"Partly. Just a little bit."
"You are here because we must judge your work and your progress before we allow you to be promoted one more step ahead of your position. Your company has allowed us to overview your work, correct it, and hopefully, you may have the proper opportunity to revise it."
"I understand."
"Do you trust that we will guide you in the right path?"
"I do."
"Such a mannerly young woman you are. Your parents should be proud."
Sadly, they aren't.
"I have a concern," Cecilia raised her hand.
"Go ahead Ms. Airhart."
"How did you gain access to my sister's painting? Out on the wall, near the "Events of History" section."
"She allowed us to have it. She had it sent over here."
"Understandable."
"Now, I assume this is where you question where you come in?"
Both women nodded.
"Well, here's what you have to do…"
~Tucker~
Tucker continued to knock on the door of Sam's house, though when his best friend didn't answer, he grew ever more impatient.
"Come on Danny! Dude!"
"Are you looking for Daniel?" a woman from across the street asked him.
Tucker nodded. "Have you seen him?"
"He left the house with Sam's dog. Must've went to go get the dog more food or something. I'd try the mini-mart."
The mini-mart? Tucker repeated confused. Where's that at again?
"Okay, thank you."
He walked down the pavement and crossed his arms, beginning to think.
Oh, I know where that's at. That's out on Woodland Road.
Tucker sighed in relief and started back toward his car…
A/N: This chapter is over for now. Hehe, I'm watching South Park "Pandemic."
I love it. That's my favorite TV show.
Which brings me to my Question of the Chapter!
"What is your favorite TV show/Movie and why is it your favorite?"
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Vivalandra "Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day!" : )