Prologue

The both of us were breathing heavily as we saw the red and blue lights flashing right in front of us.

"Sam, follow my lead." Danny whispered into my ear.

"Quiet!" One of the police officers cried. Almost all of them had their guns pointing at us. We were pinned against the wall, being surrounded by the cops.

"Sam?"

"Yeah Danny?"

He grabbed my hand. "RUN!"

We bolted away from the police. Despite the fact Danny was leading the way to get out, I turned around to see the police cars chasing us. We ran into an alley. At the end of the alley, there was a wall. Luckily for us, Danny's half ghost and with the help, made us intangible. After phasing through the wall, We continued running until we ran into the streets.

"I think we lost them." Danny told me. We were free until a car ran into us. Being knocked over by a police car, Danny and I were tumbling, hitting ourselves with small rocks. I protected my head while my body was rolling down the road. My body stopped rolling and I got up to see Danny by my side.

"Danny! Are you okay?" I asked him. I examined his body to see if he was injured. His face and arms were covered with small scars and dirt.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He replied with a small smile, but frown and his eyes went from blue to green. "Sam, your forehead's bleeding."

"Don't worry, Danny. I'm right." I told him, but the sirens were loud. All the cops got out of their cars, pointing their guns at us. Behind us, cops grabbed our arms.

"Don't move!" Said one of the cops.

"Hey!" I cried.

"Let go! We didn't do anything wrong!" Danny yelled at the officers.

"Hold still!" An officer ordered. They handcuffed us while someone walked towards us. A man with his hands inside his jacket pockets, looking at us and didn't pay attention to the scars and dirt around our faces.

The man sighed. "Samantha Manson, Daniel Fenton, you are arrested for robbery and assault. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used in the court of law..."

Chapter One

It all started on a Friday. It was an average day in Amity Park, but for my family it wasn't. Mom and Dad never understood me, only my Grandma Ida and my best friends Danny and Tucker. Grandma always paid attention to me when Mom and Dad were constantly at business trips, and the guys were busy off doing guys things that I've nothing to do with. But by then later on that day, it just became the worst day of my life.

As soon I got home from school, I saw my parents fighting, yelling, and crying about "If only she live longer" or something along those lines.

I went to Grandma's bedroom, there's was her queen size bed made neatly, her night stand where her posted antique lamp, I recognized a letter on the stained window. It was from her, it read:

Sam,

I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm dying. For the past sixteen years you were was a little adventurer. You became my best friend when your father and mother were gone for days. I just want to say, thank you for being my friend, and I love you

That was all she wrote. I was scream on the top of my lungs, ran to my room, and locking the door so no one would ever come in. I cried on my pillow only seeing the makeup stained the blankets and pillows, but I didn't care at all, I lost someone who I love. And for that, I passed out on my bed, sleeping with so much hurt.

I wanted to vomit. I felt sick.

I didn't go to school the following week. My parents and I stayed indoors. Danny and Tucker texted me, but I didn't answer. I didn't want to tell them that my grandmother has passed and it was better to tell them in person.

My parents arranged the funeral the next day. It was a private funeral, some of our family members made an appearance. For having a Jewish heritage, the rabbi was there to his work. My father gave the eulogy to Grandma. Mom and I were by his side while he gave it. I tried my best to avoid seeing my grandmother laying on the casket. After the memorial service, we went outside to her get buried to the ground.

I wasn't sure if it was me, but I decided not to see her getting buried to the ground, so all I did was to stay far away from it as possible. In other words I was behind from everyone, mostly fading away into the background.

The funeral was over and everyone left to their cars and leave to their homes. My parents and I were only ones who stayed for a while. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was dad.

"Let's go Samantha."

I wasn't in the mood to say "It's Sam." My grandmother's dead. I consider her as my closest friends I known her before I met Danny and Tucker.

We got into car and drove away from the cemetery. None of us said a word on our way home.

Shortly after, we arrived home. I quickly went to my bedroom. I shut the world away from me. How am I going to go to school after all of this? How am I going to face Danny and Tucker? I'm not going bring up the news saying: "Hey, guess what the fuck is up?! My grandmother's dead!"

Yeah- No!

If I'm ready to tell them, then so I'll tell them. Wait, a minute. I heard screaming from downstairs. Are mom and dad fighting? I never heard them fight, at least not when I'm around.

"You know what, Jeremy? It's over!" Mom yelled while hearing plates being thrown and shattered.

"Good!" I heard dad yell. I went downstairs quietly only to see mom and dad with their eyes filled anger as they narrowed their at each other.

"Oh, and guess what Pamela? You can take your daughter with you too!"

Are mom and dad are having a divorce? My brain was telling me: "Of course! What do you think?"

I rushed to my room, pretending that I didn't hear a thing. I closed the door and paced back and forth across the room. "What the hell is going on?" I kept repeating myself.

'Click!'

Mom opened the door came into my bedroom.

"Sam?"

Sam? She never called me Sam before. She only called me by my actual name or those stupid nicknames that she would call me by.

"Yeah mom?"

She sighed, "Get your things, we're leaving."

Where are we leaving? So, I asked her.

"Downtown. I just called the landlord who owns an apartment that's open for rent."

What the hell is going on?