Disclaimer: I own nothing what so ever in this story, and the one who thought I did haven't read it properly. The lines in italic are from the song "Remember me this way" by Jordan Hill, and I don't own that song either. Francly, I don't know who does, but it belongs to that person.


Every now and then, we find a special friend, who never lets us down. Who understands it all, reaches out each time we fall, you're the best friend that I've found. I know you can't stay, but a part of you will never ever go away. Your heart will stay. I'll make a wish for you, and hope it will come true, that life will just be kind, to such a gentle mind. If you lose your way, think back on yesterday, remember me this way.

Remember me this way.

Part I

Kat tried to focus on cleaning. Thinking about the party wouldn't make anything better. She couldn't do anything about it, and as long as Casper didn't talk to her, all she could do was guess.

Violently she threw a bag of trash out the front door. It broke, and pieces of a ghostcostume fell out on the stairs. Kat smiled to herself. Vic and Amber's joke, with some help from the trio, had turned out to be pretty amusing after all, and the class had loved it. But Kat had been hurt. She'd actually thought that Vic had wanted to be her friend for real, but their joke had made her realize that he'd only done what Amber told him to.

Kat started cleaning up the mess on the stairs, trying and failing once again to think about anything but the party. Today that seemed to be all that mattered.

She went inside again and threw a glance around the hall. It looked all right, her dad wouldn't notice the dust in the corners.

Kat sat down on a chair, the exact same chair she'd been sitting on at the party. She thought she heared the music play, thought she saw the room fill with people, everybody dancing with someone, except for her. But then the dancing couples parted to let through a very handsome young man. He walked straight up to Kat and stretched out his hand towards her...

"Kat!"

The spell was broken by the sound of her dad's voice, and she saw him emerge through the doubledoors on her left that led to the library.

"Finished cleaning?" he asked and bent down to kiss her cheek.

"Yes." Kat had to force herself out of the daydream and back to reality. "Is it enough?"

"Of course, honey, it looks great. Have you seen the trio?"

"No. Thank God," she added. "If you don't want me to do anything else, I'll be in the library, ok?"

Kat walked through the doubledoors and closed them behind her. Absent-mindedly she strolled through the room to the windows. She really wanted, and needed, to talk to Casper, but she didn't know where to start looking for him, and if he didn't want to be found, looking for him would be really hard.

She looked out through the windows. Whipstaff was bathing in sunlight and was covered in red and yellow leafs, and the view over the water always took her breath away.

Kat let her eyes wander over the house without really seeing it, but a flicker of red light in one of the upper windows caught her attention. That's Casper's room, she thought and ran to the doors. She ran up the stairs, out on the attic and over to Casper's door. It was closed and she knocked on it.

"Casper, are you there?" No-one answered, and she knocked again. "Will you please come out, I need to talk to you."

But the door remained closed, and the attic remained silent and deserted.


Late that night, Kat lay in her bed, looking at the photo of her mother and thinking about Casper. Why was he avoiding her? Was it because of the kiss? Well, that wasn't her fault. He'd kissed her first. But she had liked it.

Or was he ashamed of being a ghost again?

"Why am I even bothering?" Kat angryly asked herself. "If he doesn't want to talk to me, then he won't have to."

She turned of the light and prepared to go to sleep, knowing very well that what she'd just said was a complete lie.


In the middle of the night she was woken by a chill breeze that swept over her cheek. Didn't I close the window? she thought. She opened her eyes just in time to see a silvery light fly out the balconydoors.

"Casper!" she called and ran to the doors.

He was hovering over the lighthouse, just looking at her. Then he silently turned around and flew away. And as the wind swept by, Kat thought she heared his voice saying "I'm sorry".


Author's notes: Well, this is the first piece of my writing that has ever been published, and I hope you like it this far. Next chapter will be coming up soon. Please review.