A little girl, about eight years of age, looked out the window of a car. Her green
eyes seemed to look upon everything, as if sizing it up.
"Danielle, are you okay?" the mother asked. She looked at her mom and nodded.
No. I'm not okay. I don't want to move again. The car finally came to a stop at their
new house. Danielle took her luggage and walked to the front of this new, strange house.
Daddy's business always makes us move. Once I get friends, we move. She felt the
anger boil inside of her.
"Umm, excuse me," a voice called. Danielle turned around. A boy, about her
age, stood on the porch. He had snow white hair which made his sapphire eyes brighter
than that of a brunette. "We live across the street and we'd like to welcome you to the
neighborhood. My name's Bakura. What's your name?" he asked her.
"It's Danielle," she quietly said. He smiled at her. For once, she felt as if that
even though she was in a new home, it would be ok. They bid goodbye, but not after
talking until her mother got extremely mad. She unpacked. Looking at her bed, the one
she had for years, she felt the same feeling she felt whenever they moved. That night,
like so many times in her past new homes, she couldn't sleep. After about an hour of
restless tossing and turning, she fell asleep.
The next day was a Saturday. Danielle wouldn't go to her new school until
Monday. Nine o'clock sharp, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," the mother told the children. Dani and her brother, Duke,(A/N yes Duke Devlin) waited to
see who it was. It was Bakura. He wanted to know if Danielle could play. She eagerly
said yes. It was a boring day so far so why not try and get to know someone. She looked
outside. Bakura was on his bike. She was able to ride hers because they had unpacked it
yesterday. She hopped on and followed Bakura. He showed her his secret spot. It was a
hole he had discovered in a hill. Almost no one knew about it. In no time at all, they
became the best of friends. She wished it would last forever. But it wouldn't.