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The happiest moment of my life was when I met Sadie for the first time. The time away from her made me realize that. I used to remember that day like I had just lived it. But that was before I came here to this world. Before this, the memory was as sharp as a knife. Now, however, the fine details are weathering away. I can't even remember what color her eyes were anymore.

But I don't mind. Since I've arrived in this strange, new world I've had a lot of time to reflect. I've realized I shouldn't dwell on her death or anything in the past at all. Sure, it's nice to remember the good times, but the past is the past. She wouldn't want me to mourn her forever. So, bit by bit, I'm letting the memories disappear in the recesses of my mind. Eventually, the only thing left of her will be a name and a dull feeling of loss.

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I slammed the silver door of my mom's Avalon shut, huffing angrily. Mom smiled at me brightly from across the roof. If she thinks she can cheer me up with one of those smiles, she's wrong. She moved me halfway across the country, from LA to Defiance, Ohio, population 16,012. Talk about small.

I left my suitcases and stuffed animals and whatnot in the car for my mom to unload and stomped into our new home. It was a boxy building (saltbox style) two stories high with both a basement and an attic. The shingles were a disgusting shade of green, as was all the embellishments like the shutters and trim; it looked like the color of puke. I immediately loathed the house with a passion. As I walked up to the banister, I kicked out my foot and delivered it a swift kick, effectively denting the wood.

"You're aura has been very dark, honey," Mom observed, balancing three boxes full of herbs, crystal balls, and other psychic paraphernalia. "What has got you so low?"

"Gee, mother dear," I said sarcastically, "I wonder why? It's not like you moved me away from my friends and home to this crappy town."

I deadpanned. "Oh wait, you did.

My mother's eyes took on a glazed, misty look. "Something called me here. Maybe the stars?"

I left my kooky mother to her supernatural mumbo jumbo to go upstairs. I liked being high up in places. Heights excited and calmed me all at the same time. I planned to make the attic my room when we got here, providing it was habitable.

My breath caught in my throat when I opened the door. Sure, there were cobwebs everywhere, that's a giving. But there were portraits everywhere, covering every square inch of floor. They were all placed inside gilt frames, making them seem more elaborate than they really were. Directly in front of me, though, was an unframed and unfinished portrait of a woman. Her blank face seemed to actually stare at me, even without eyes.

I directed my attention to the closed window on the other side of the room before long. The soundless wind outside called to me. I carefully stepped between the paintings, trying not to touch anything. I finally reached the window and opened it as fast as I could. The cool breeze tickled my face enticingly. I hefted my body up onto the windowsill, sitting backwards, and proceeded to lift myself up with the gutter onto the roof. Before long, I was standing unsteadily near the edge. I was close to righting myself to a sturdier position, but I was caught by the view. Beautiful acres of maple trees went on forever, spotted by the different parks and neighborhoods. It was fall now, so all the leaves were changing to a golden shade of yellow. I was so captivated by the scene, I didn't notice the figure walking up the drive.

"Hey! What are you doing up there?"

The shout jarred me back to reality so suddenly, I lost my balance. My feet slipped on a loose shingle and I landed on my butt briefly before sliding towards the edge. I instinctively flung out a hand to grab for the gutter as I fell over. I dangled there helplessly.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry! I'll go get help," the person screamed, a girl by the sound of it. I grunted as I groped for the window ledge with my foot.

"Don't bother. I'm fine," I called. Very carefully, I let myself down back into the attic room and let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Looking back out the window, I searched for the girl to send her a snarky comment about scaring people. She wasn't there, however. I shrugged and navigated my way back downstairs.

I entered what I guessed would be the kitchen to wash my hands. As I turned on the tap, someone rushed at me and hugged me from behind. The countertop pressed into my stomach painfully.

"What the heck?" I exclaimed, wriggling in the person's grip.

"I am so sorry!" the girl from earlier sobbed into my shoulder. "I didn't mean to make you fall!"

"No harm done, I suppose," I said awkwardly. I twisted my body around to escape and she caught the hint. She grinned at me happily, showing pearly white teeth. Her **** hair was pulled back with bobby pins, with a few hair escaping, and hung down to her mid-back. Her **** eyes shone with a mischievous light.

"Hi, I'm Sadie. I live a few houses down from yours," she explained. I shook her outstretched hand reluctantly. Sadie had that aura of weirdness around her. I kind of liked it.

"I'm Avery," I said, "How did you get in my house?"

She twiddled her thumbs innocently. "May I come in?"

"Yeah, whatever." I grinned. "Hey, wanna see something cool?"

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Oh, gosh. 20th chapter and it's a filler! –tear-

I am so sorry for no update! My computer finally broke, bringing with it all my fanfiction. I am currently in the process of taking everything off the hard-drive. So, I wrote a filler for the time being. If you read One Week, it will not be updated until, well, it is. No filler for that.

So, this chapter was just a short thing looking into Avery's relationship with Sadie. I really haven't gone into detail on why she was so bonded to her. Well, Sadie almost killed her. I still don't think this did a good job. But I had to write something!

So, I hope you enjoyed! Please review this if you want. Anonymous reviews are taken also.

~Michi