YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY! Finally the sweet, sweet whispers of inspiration have reached my ears. Ha. I should be a poet.

I KNOW. I've been waiting around too long, and I should've written more as soon as I had a sturdy place to write... but I have recently read a Harry Potter book, and you know how much you get caught up in those. I had sat around months just thinking about writing a Harry Potter fan fic, but I just couldn't start anything new. Then I'd have double responsibilities!

And I'm not a very responsible person. Well, sometimes, but that really doesn't matter...

Kuki flipped through the album absentmindedly. Her day had been pretty normal, for her first day at her new school.Wally looked like he was constantly blushing and stuttered every time he spoke to her.

But at least he spoke to her.

Well, everything whent normal besides the way Wally had kept staring at her. It was as if he was constantly asking if he knew her before.

But he did. He was from the photo.Why couldn't he remember her?

Unless he had the same problem as she did: that he couldn't remember the people he obviously knew. Maybe it was the same for Abby. Kuki saw her eyeing her anklet after P.E., and saw her move her hand to her own ankle.

I thought yarn anklets where normal. She had thought, looking down at hers. It was soft from having worn it for so long. Woven out of navy, bright green and... curly dark brown hair, it was pretty unusual, now that she thought of it.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can't believe I didn't notice!Kuki almost yelled out loud. That hair is Abby's!

She bolted downstairs, to the telephone, which, thank heaven, was portable, and rushed back into her room.

"Hello?" A voice much like Abbigail's answered.

"Abby, it's me, Kooks, I- -"

"Whoa, whoa, girl, this isn't Abby." The girl on the other side chuckled. "I'll get her for ya."

Some thumping, shouting, and finally Abby's panting voice could be heard.

"Abby, are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine, an' all."

Kuki sank onto her bed. "I wanted to tell you- -or ask you, or whatever... you were staring at my anklet, weren't you?" Kuki heard her friend catch her breath and hold it. "Before P.E."

"Uhhhmm..." Abby hesitated a second. What was this? Why did she want to know? "How did you know Abby's phone number!"

Kuki was a little taken by surprise. This wasn't the answer she was expecting. "I-I..." she stuttered, "... don't know..."

Just a block away, Abby shrugged it off and continued with, "Aww... nevermind.What did ya want to talk to Abby for?" She waited. "Oh, yeah, the anklet... it's dat... it's jus' a little familiar, dat's all."

Kuki hesitated. This didn't answer her questions.

Neither of them hung up. Both were bursting with things to say.

"Uhhh..." Abby started again. "Mine's green, navy and has black hair in it, too."

She had to keep the reciever an inch from ear.

"WHAT!" yelled Kuki.

"Kuki? You ok?" Kani poked his head into her room, seeing her nod. "Keep it down." he whispered.

Returning to her conversation, "HOW could you have the exact same colours in your anklet as mine? And plus, mine doesn't even have black hair in it- -it has your hair in it!"

"That ain't right, girl, we gotta talk!"

"Ummm... yeah. Aren't we already?"

"No, I mean, we need to talk in person!"

"Ahhh... um, ok, you'll come to my house?"

"Sure, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Wait!" Kuki cried into the reciever, "you don't know- -"

Click.

"... Where I live..." she mumbled to the dial tone.

Abby arrived, as expected, a little less than 10 minutes, panting. Kuki opened the door and stood, hands on hips, facing her.

"Aaaalright. Fess up. How do you know where I lived?"

This hit Abby hard. She just sort of ran to Kuki's house, not even thinking about the route. "I dunno. I just kinda knew."

Sigh. "Come on up to my room."

Kuki's room was cozy and warm compared to outside. Abby sat, cross-legged, in the center of the room, about an inch of her disapearing in soft, purple fluff.

"Love your room... it's like I've seen it before."

"I bet you have." When Abby turned to her, Kuki's face was unusually grave. "... I think..." she continued cautiously, "...that we were friends before. Before I moved to Japan."

Abby started shaking her head. "Dat's impossible, Abby's sure she hasn't seen you around here."

At this, her host raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah?" she got up, and tossed her orange rainbow monkey at Abby, who caught it easily. "Guess what his name is?"

The latter examined the plush toy carefully, although her mind was screaming at her that she already knew. It was old, the toy, and bright orange. It was wery soft, and she even noticed a smell wafting up from it. "... Wally."

"Well guessed." Kuki ignored the look on Abby's face, saying That doesn't mean anything. "Aaaand... why do you think I named him that?"

"It jus' suits him."

"Do you remember when you were little?"

"Like, five, or somethin'. But after dat, not that much, actually. Especially since my eighth birthday."

"... Say 'five' again..."

Great. There's a phsycho at school that Wally's in love with, Abby moaned to herself. And she happens to like the way I say "five".

"Five."

Kuki grinned. "Do you keep having..." Her lips screwed into an uncomfortable pose.

"Flashbacks?" asked Abby, suddenly interested. "Yeah. You can keep a secret?"

Kuki nodded and motioned for Abby to sit on her bed. Her guest fiddled with her long, red sleeve. "I'm sittin' in a hard chair. You're lying down, in a hospital bed. You've got..." she swallowed. "... burn marks everywhere. An' cuts. An' you have trouble breathin' an' talkin' an'" Abby sighed. "Thang is, I remember everythang, like it wasn't a dream. But... but it was like a dream."

"Abby..." said Kuki. The words just flowed out of her mouth naturally. Like she had rehearsed. Like she had spoken them before. "... tomorrow you won't know me. Tomorrow you can't help me."

Abby held her breath. This was weird. How did she know exactly what to say? Unless...

... she was there. She was the one who spoke those words in the first place.

"Ah-whoo." whistled Abby as the truth hit her. "Abby's the one who made them bracelets. I remember cuttin' yo' hair. And tiein' the strang round yo' ankle."

She smiled, and put her arm around the flabberghasted girl next to her. "An' I found ya back. Glad... glad we're back together."

Kuki grinned. There was one more thing she wanted to show her new - old - friend. She lugged out the photo album. Abby raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as Kuki plooped it on the bed. Then...

"What the...?"

Kuki giggled at her companion's reaction to the first picture, the airport one, and turned a couple of pages to the dinner scene.

"Waaaiiit... that's me, right?"

Kuki nodded. "Yep. And that's Hoagie, there's Wally, and this guy..." Her voice trailed off when she came to the bald boy. "I don't know who this guy is."

Abby snorted. "Dat's da nerd in my homeroom class. Hates Frybingle, yet sits at the front." She shook her head. "I'll never get dat guy."

"We have to talk to him tomorrow." decided Kuki. "Wait... your school isn't... well, you know...?"

Crossing her arms, Abby adopted a stern look. "I'm afraid I don't... speak up, gurl, you can talk to me."

"Well-l-l-l... the school isn't way divided into cliques, is it?" Kuki prayed that she was right. "Because, you know, I'm thinking of doing cheerleading."

It took the older girl a lot to keep from grimacing, thinking of the cheerleaders at school. They weren't all bad, she was sure, but... ugh... just thinking of losing her once-best friend because she became like Valerie... she shuddered. Valerie was the queen of all hard-working girls' nightmares. She was pretty, tall and willowy, but nasty on the inside. Abby, being the calm girl that she was, usually shrugged it off, but sometimes the poodle girl just went too far.

And sometimes Abby really enjoyed dodgeball. When she was the thrower, at least. Valerie couldn't dodge to save her own spoiled skin.

"Well, see Kooks, every school is divided into cliques. It's just dat some of 'em are more distinctly separated than others. And... well, I'm afraid that Cleveland High is one a' dose schools." Abby noticed Kuki's disappointed expression. "But hey, life's short, an' you gotta do what best suits you. Look at all these kids," she motioned towards the kids in the picture. "Look at how different dey are. An' still, dey got along fine."

Kuki nodded slowly, beginning to understand. "So... you won't, you know, not like me if I try out for cheerleading?" Abby shook her head again. "Aaaand... you won't be embarrassed to be friends with the... uhhh..."

"Nigel?" Finished Abby. "'Course not."

"Is his name Nigel? Suits him..."

I know, I know, it's short. At least it's there, right?

Well, read and review, and remember, I need your input! If you have any awesome ideas, tell 'em on the mountain.

Well, no, don't, on second thought. Because I'm from Holland, and there aren't any mountains there.

Ooooo, announcement: I'm fifteen! YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!