Kay, I just want everyone to know that even though I is starting a new story I will still try to work on Return of the Psycho, so yeah okay.

And remember:

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So here it is, My Juvie.

"Come on Duncan we have to go now!" his mother called out. I looked my best friend in the eye, tears were trying to force their way out, but I had a strong hold on them. Duncan, the coolest and closest best friend to me was moving away.

Duncan brushed past me to say goodbye to the rest of the gang: fist bumping Geoff, Eva, and DJ, high-fiveing Izzy, giving a nod to Bridgette, recieving a big hug from Owen and finally turning his attention back to me.

I looked down at the paved concrete street, "This can't happen, it can't!" I cried in my head, "Why does he have to be taken from me!" A hand clutched my shoulder, it didn't take Einstein to guess who it was. I looked up taking the advantage of seeing his blue eyes one last time.

"I'll be back," he said reassuringly, "even if it means coming back on my own, I will be back!" I started to cheer up, Duncan never went back on his word, whether it was diving into Bloody Creek (which by the way is called that due to the pieces of sharp broken glass at the bottom) to get DJ's stuff rabbit, or taking one of Geoff's nasty dares, Duncan never ever went back on his word.

I smiled and attacked him with a hug. "You better," I said while those tears starting to pour out my eyes. He was surprised at first, but then returned the hug. When we broke apart he dug into his denim shorts pocket and fished out his rat's skull.

I gasped. This wasn't just some gross fossil that we found in the woods my first summer here, this was his lucky skull and I couldn't believe he was just giving it to me. I held up my hands "I can't have that! It's your lucky skull, you need it!" He grabbed one of my hands and placed it delicately in it, then curved my fingers, making my hand close.

"I know, but you need it more then I do," he said looking into my eyes directly and not removing his hands from my skull holding one, "keep this in your pocket, if your ever sad or miss me, just reach into your pocket and touch the skull, you'll know that I'll come back and cheer you up."

I wiped my tears with my free arm and sniffed, "Why are you crying? He's going to come back! Sure school won't be the same, but over the summer you'll see him again!"

His dad's car horn honked, signaling him to pick up the pace. We again looked at each other then we hugged tightly, not wanting to let go. Unfortunately that hug didn't last as long as I (and probably he) wanted it to. Something then clicked in my head. "Stay here!" I commanded him then I ran inside my house.

I burst in my room and frantically looked around. My eyes lit up when I saw my target on the dresser. My Alien Destroyers from Jupiternecklace, (it's that necklace from Alien Ressur-eggiton, thing is I forgot what kind of necklace it is) I've had this since I was seven when my dad took me to see Alien Destroyers from Jupiter. Even though it's nothing but cheap plastic that was given away for the audience, I treasured it.

I quickly ran back out just before Duncan was forcefully getting inside the bland yellow and wood paneled station wagon (it's a kind of car, for those who aren't familiar with cars). "Duncan!" I shout. He turns and his expression quickly changes from surprise to bewilderment once he saw what I was holding.

I stopped in front of him and panted, trying to catch my breath. "Gwen, I can't have that, it's your..." "Your giving me something to never forget you, now I'm doing the same," I interrupted him, "wear this around your neck, that way you'll remember who your best friend is."

He took the necklace I held out and put it around his neck. "Gwen, I'll always remember who my best bud is, even if I get more friends," he said. "I'll never forget you, ever."

He held out his pinky, indicating a promise. I reached and wrapped my own pinky around his while he did the same. We looked at each other then once again hugging and then he got into his dad's car.

As his family drove off he poked his head out of the window, "I'll come back for you Gwen, and for the rest of you guys! I promise!" he shouted. We all waved at the car until it turned a corner and disappeared. I felt a hand once again clutched my shoulder, it was Bridgette's. "He'll be back, he promised, and you know Duncan never goes back on a promise no matter what," she told me.

I sniffed, "She's right," I told myself, "You'll see him again."

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

SWEET PROLOGUE DONE! NOW ALL I HAVE TO DO IS CONTINUE! WHICH MIGHT BE HARD! WHAT EVERS, SEE YA!