Disclaimer: Everything in this story having to with or related to Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Not me. I own nothing but my OCs and the story.

Sarah:

I, Sarah, was just walking home from school one day with my friend, Natalie. Along with us were our new friends, Diana and Stella. The two of them were always friends. I can't remember a time when they weren't. Then, a while ago, we were put in the same group for a history project. And, well, something clicked and we became friends. Just like that.

Stella is a calm and quiet girl with shoulder length red hair. Not like bright red, but more of a dull color. She has brown eyes that, at times, looked sad. She is around five foot five.

Diana is a more energetic and outgoing girl. She has pale blue eyes that shine brightly. Along with that, she has blond hair that she normally ties in a high ponytail. Her bangs would slightly cover the left side of her face, but she has a bobby pin there to keep it out of her face. If her hair weren't tied, it would be about mid-back length. She wasn't exactly tall, in fact the shortest out of the four of us. I would say she's five foot three.

My best friend, Natalie, has dark, waist-length brown hair that she ties in a low ponytail. Her bangs frame the sides of her face. I have no idea what color her eyes are because she always wears contacts. So, basically, her eye color changes every day. She is the most mature out of the four of us, always being the genius and the one with the most common sense. She is also the tallest, at around five foot seven.

I, myself, have raven hair that is a few inches past my shoulders. I have onyx-colored eyes and am about five foot six. Often, people think of me as dark and cold, but once they get to know me, they realize that I am in fact the opposite. I'm just a bit quiet, that's all.

I remember the day when I first met Natalie. We were in third grade. She just moved here, and had no friends. She was a straight-A student, and seemed very distant and stoic to the rest of us. However, I knew what she felt like. So I decided to start playing with her. At first, she seemed surprised, but, eventually, we became friends. Now, we are practically inseparable.

Diana:

We are all walking back to my house to work on a project. Natalie and Sarah are talking to each other, while Stella is walking alongside me, quietly. She is always like that. She doesn't talk much, but doesn't seem to be bothered by it. Occasionally, I start talking to her. She starts talking to me, but it always seems like I disrupted her while she was thinking or something. Whatever, I'll just leave her to herself and let her think.

Stella:

I used to be a carefree girl that would enjoy life and such. But lately, I've been having dreams that disturb me quite a bit. Now, I always dream of myself when I was around three or four. I remember someone running alongside me as we went to watch puppet shows. I don't know who though. I know that I was once addicted to puppets when I was younger. However, as I grew older, more and more people began to think that I was strange. So, eventually, I dropped that interest.

But that's not the point here. My point is that I have had many friends in the past and remember every single one of them, except for this one. I've been trying to figure it out, but I always wake up right before that kid turned to face me.

Diana:

"Hey, Stella, you okay?" I asked her. She was starting to frown and it looked like she was in deep thought.

Stella looked at me and blinked.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just distracted. That's all," she replied. Well, didn't look like it.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You can always tell me what's on your mind," I suggested. She sighed.

"Yeah well, I guess I have to tell someone," she said. With that, she explained her problem to me.

"Oh, that must suck," I say. Actually, something strange happened to me as well. I might as well tell her.

"Well, you see, there's something that I kept from you as well," I confessed. She looked at me in surprise.

"No, really," I say, " You see, I'm starting to remember someone as well. Funny thing is, I can really recall the person's face either. It's like someone put this…I don't know…spell on us so that we won't remember."

"Like, on purpose?" Stella questioned.

"Oh, um, but spells aren't realistic, right? Who am I kidding? Heh heh heh," I reply, not really knowing what to say.

"Yeah, sure," she commented. Well, whatever then. But both of us knew that something fishy was definitely going on.