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Chapter Six

Barry and Justin sat in their luxurious hotel room, watching Phineas and Ferb.

"We have to get the boy," Barry said clenching his teeth.

"Eh, whatever Barr-" He was cut off by his friend who grabbed his shirt and spoke menacingly.

"Listen kid. That creep heard our plans. If someone actually believes him, we're in big trouble. And I mean BIG trouble. So you better listen to me and help me find out how to catch that freak and get rid of him. You don't want me to hypnotize you and make you kill yourself. UNDERSTAND???"

Justin nodded and swallowed hard.

"Good," Barry said, releasing his friend's shirt and resumed back to watching the show.

" Hey Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!"

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"Philip! Come down!" Philip's mom shouted from downstairs.

Philip slowly opened his door, his eyes and nose red from crying. He went down the stairs to find his mom and dad waiting for him in the living room.

"Sit down," said his dad, sternly, pointing at an empty couch.

Philip sat and awaited the lecture that was yet to come.

"Philip," his dad began.

"You have been suspended, but even then you had the nerve to go back into the school. Why?" His dad asked, angrily.

"Well, because, there were people chasing me! They were planning to bomb up a certain area by Friday evening!" Philip protested, knowing that it was no use. Nobody was going to believe him.

His mother simply shook his head at him, disappointed at her son's behavior.

"I'm going to ask you a simple question, Philip. ARE YOU SANE??" His dad yelled.

Philip was taken aback. His dad NEVER yelled at him like that. Philip couldn't respond. Instead, he felt like crying again.

"You are being riduculous these days, Philip. What has gotten into you?" His dad demanded.

Philip did not respond; he couldn't.

"I'm taking away all your privileges for good until you learn how to behave your miserly self," his dad said, annoyed.

Philip felt tears welling up in his eyes. Why? Why was everyone so mad at him? How did this all happen?

"Do NOT start crying, Philip Easton! You are fifteen years old, for goodness sakes!" His dad shouted.

And...he started to cry...again.

"Philp-" His dad's stern voice was cut off by his mom, who nudged her husband to shut up.

"Philip, how about you get ready for bed, okay, honey?" His mom suggested, gently. Philip nodded and sniffled. He slowly walked up the stairs to his room.

10 minutes later...

"Philip?" His mom knocked on his bedroom door.

Philip most certainly did not want a talk from his mom right now, no matter how soft or gentle she is. He really did not want to talk or discuss anything right now.

So, he didn't answer and pretended to be sound asleep.

He heard his mom enter his room. She pulled up the covers to her son's chin and stroked his hair lovingly.  

"I love you, Philip. No matter how insane you act," she whispered and kissed Philip on the cheek. She then left the room.

For the first time after what had happened in school, he felt happy.