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Nancy felt horrible. She could have stopped this! Jazz, George, and Nancy had tears in thier eyes. That is, untill Nancy heard a gasp, and thump behind her. She turned to find Jazz on the floor, fainted. Nancy wondered why, untill George gave a small shriek. Nancy turns back towards the boy and gasped. He was sitting up, and rubbing his head were he hit it.
"Uh, hi?" He said, noticing that he was the center of attention.
By that time, Georgea had managed to revive Jazz.
"Um hello. What's your name?" Nancy asked.
"I'm not sure exactly. The floating people call me brat, or a pain in the neck. The girls call me boy," He answered.
Intresting, he doesn't know his own name, Nancy thought.
"Who's 'the girls?'" George asked.
"The people who live with me," He said.
"Would you like to come with us?" Jazz asked. She didn't know why, but she liked this kid. She knew she had seen him before, but she didn't know where!
He just stared at them.
"Come on. We won't hurt you," Nancy said, helping him up.
"Ok," He said, giving in.
They walked up the stairs, where Bess was looking confused.
"What did you find? And where did he come from?" Bess asked.
George told her everything, and Bess was worried.
"Do you mean he's a ghost?" Bess asked, shivering.
"Be honest. Can you really be afraid of a face like this?" Jazz asked, pointing to the boy, who had a goofy grin on.
Bess finally gave in as they took him towards Nancy, Bess and George's room. When they entered. the boy sneezed. As soon as he did, he went through the floor, making Bess give a small scream. The boy finally found a way to get up, and sat on the floor. George gave him a small race car to play with.
The boy seemed to like it, for he rolled it acroos the carpet.
After a while, they discovered that he didn't know a lot. He didn't know what simple things were, such as words, bed, or floor.
The four girls decided to teach him what they could. Little did they know, they had a lot to teach him.
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By the end of the week, the boy knew the basics. They decided to call him Danny, after Jazz's little brother.
One day, as Danny walked over to Nancy, a piece of paper fell out of his pocket.
"Hey Danny, you dropped this!" Jazz said, picking it up. Her eyes widden when she saw it. It was a picture of a girl with orange hair, and a black shirt. She was smileing and was holding something that was ripped from the piece.
"It's a picture of what you would call my sister. She gave it to me before the floating people kidnapped me," Danny replied.
"Be right back," Jazz said as she took the picture to her room.
The others followed, puzzled. What was Jazz up to? Jazz took the key from her necklace and opened up a small safe. She pulled out a ripped picture. She put Danny's piece and her piece together, revealing a smiling girl and boy. The boy had black hair and blue eyes. The girl had orange hair and teal eyes. They looked at her, confused.
"Jazz, what are you doing?" George asked.
"Don't you get it? Danny is my brother! My mom had this picture taken before he was kidnapped. I was leaving for summer camp, and I didn't want Danny to forget me,so I took a picture of us together, ripped it apart, and put one half in his pocket, and kept the other!" Jazz exclaimed.
Danny was excited, knowing that Jazz was his sister. Nancy, Bess, and George left the two long long siblings alone.
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Aww. How sweet!