Hmm... didn't get any reviews for the last chapter... ( oh well, I have to finish my story anyway... or else I feel bad... but if someone could review that would be very much appreciated.

She was in. She, Kuki Sanban, was officially in the kids next door, for the second time. How could she keep this up? She couldn't just keep pretending to be Satsuki for ever! Kuki got off the bed she was laying on. She walked outside to a balcony thing and found numbah four sitting there also. She plopped down next to him.

"What are you doing?" Kuki asked him

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About?" Her voice trailed off.

"Nothing." He finally turned to her. He glared. "So, you passed?"

"Yup." She nodded.

"You just had to go join didn't you? Just had to take her place. Couldn't have just lived your little happy life alone, now could you?"

"Who are you talking about? Who's place did I take?" Kuki asked quietly.

"Hers. You took hers. She shouldn't have died. She couldn't have. I remember that when we had history together. She always sat at one table and I sat at the one beside her. When she sat down you could see her socks, everyday I would see what pair of socks she had on. She never wore a pair of just plain socks. They always had sheep or puppies or abstract art on them. They were always colorful. We had history on Monday's and Wednesdays and for the whole year she never wore the same pair of socks on the days we had history. Girls, who don't have a single pair of white socks, don't die. I don't know why I keep remembering junk like this. You probably think im insane right?"

Kuki remembered how she always chose her socks carefully on Mondays and Wednesdays. She knew Wally loved looking at her socks, for some odd reason. They made him laugh, which made her laugh. And it was true. She didn't have a any white socks. Well, she did now. But know she was a different person. All her clothes were dark, her personality was now dark and secretive, also. She stood up.

"Sorry, but its like eight and my dad will kill me if I don't get home soon. Bye."

She didn't know why she hurried off. She could have told him. She could have told him that she was okay. That everything was going to be okay. That he wasn't the only one hurting. Not the only one in pain. But she didn't, she scurried off like a fool.

When she got home she walked through the door to see her little sister sitting on the couch with her dad. He quickly jumped up and hugged kuki.

"Honey, im sorry, but he knows."
"Who? Who knows?" Kuki prayed that it wasn't who she thought it was.

"The man who killed mommy." Mushie whispered.

OH NO!!! so dramatic... coughs ahem. Well then... ya. Kind of painful I know, but hey! I try okay!!!