As a child, Danny was exposed to a strange energy. Something no one noticed... Something his parents never expected it to possess such useful ability.

A rather rusty object. An old key. This key was being researched and studied by Fenton, the ghost-study expert. Even if they are without great significant progress in the area...

Frankly speaking, they have not even encountered a ghost before. Only weak signatures of ecto-energetic events obtained from studies and analysis of objects; such as this one in question.

They intended to make an assessment of such oldness in order to find out if it had any traces of potentially paranormal anomalies.

But it was not for nothing. They were experts for some reason, after all... They always had the ability to decode and investigate events and information related to this branch of science.

Maddie and Jack, the not-so-famous Fenton couple, noticed that this old-looking, rusted-out object emitted ectoplasmic, low-frequency signals.

Of course, it was not the fault of a young, innocent, curious boy, just seven to eight years old, wanting to sneak into the things of his eccentric parents. And with that, he came upon this ugly and strange object. But it was "cool," somehow.

Just like that...

Guilt, too, could not be attributed to her careful, caring little sister, for neither was she capable of dealing with "this kind" of abnormal activity in her family. Try as she might.

Of course. Even his father and mother were not irresponsible to such an extent.

They themselves manipulated this object over and over again, proving that it was capable of nothing but calling their attention to classical and exotic aesthetics... Attracting small efforts and studies on the origin and structuring implications of the importance it has.

It was proved to be an ordinary piece. Perhaps somewhat differentiated, to emit slight electro-energetic changes... And tiny particles of composition classifiable as ghostly. But no positive conclusion about.

Even this key could be treated as an object beyond the ordinary. Not even needing the security of touching in the antiquity with gloves for danger of contamination...

So why bother with a young, energetic little boy taking interest and curiosity about what that strange object was?

Nothing so important.

Except that... This key was meant destined for the young boy.

And your future would be very different, from then on...

Elementary School... Amity Park. Ten years in the past.

Children running. Others eating their snacks. Some doing nothing... Few complaining - That's right, complaining "still" is not the correct term, but it describes well the emphasis of the situation.

One of these children was stirring the earth.

Such a child was more occupied with the vegetation of the local soil than interacting with the other children. Plants, flowers... The green that has been arranged for a simplistic decoration of this environment in the school. They were badly battered and withered. Exposed roots of soil. They seemed to have been trodden on.

For many, mostly adults, this would not mean anything of great importance. They were just small, withered flowers. There was still plenty of "jungle" for everything on the school side. But it was not the same for this child, whose appearance showed little less than a decade of life. It was around seven to eight years...

The school did not normally require the use of standardized uniforms, so this little child, a little girl, was dressed in a set of pieces that made her look like a princess.

Fuchsia dress, along with delicate sneakers decorated with glittering crystals and some more trivia ended up composing the little girl's extravagant costumes.

But do not be fooled by those who think of fairy tales... Their appearance did not even resemble that of a frail girl of enchanted castles...

Her clothes were all dirty and muddy dirt. She no longer looked like a well-behaved princess, but rather a child who was a little child and carefree about the good manners of cleanliness. A typical normal scene for active and euphoric children...

And there was no better definition... She cared little for such details. His purpose was only to help these poor and defenseless little bruises. Abandoned...

And his clothes were strange. In fact, she found this color very strong and bothered her concentration when she looked at the clothes. It was beautiful, but it was not comfortable. You could not move right and it was uncomfortable to look at. It affected her eyes and made her nauseous.

His stay between the flowers lasted several minutes. And that caught the attention of other "squeaky" children. Especially for his messy new looks and strange attitudes.

"Speaks seriously. Little Princess? This is so silly and childish. Who does this girl think she is? "

"Does she think she's the boss of everything here?"

Some of the classmates started to get involved with her ... Having these and other comments to undermine the girl's self-esteem.

Nothing else. Nicknames and giggles...

"Cinderella".

Last sound ring of the day, announcing freedom... This is one of the great truths in each person's life. Something that everyone has learned during the school year. This touch was obviously the signal that lessons had ended this day... And this is a scene in the daily life of two of these children. Two little boys.

One of these boys was waiting, already accommodated on the steps outside the school, at the entrance of it, until his sister leaves the class and takes him home. Their parents could not fetch the two brothers today. Then he would be accompanied by his older sister. Just two years apart, almost.

This little boy was thinking about the strange dream he had last night. So he did not pay much attention to the surroundings. It was a strange, but fascinating dream... In a way.

His friend was on his side, on the step, playing with a portable mini-game.

They did not even notice that they were waiting for a few minutes. The boy's sister should still be busy with some homework material. She liked to remove all doubt about the subject... And that showed how clever and dedicated she is.

A stirring and many conversations were heard by them, distracting them from what they were doing at the moment. But it was to be expected, after all is a school full of children at the end of the class period of the day.

Amid innocent jostling to leave school soon, many children struggled to get out. One in particular was more motivated to get through those tall doors and run from that environment.

It was the same girl who was teased earlier. She was already hurt by so many laughs and wanted to take some action.

She was not the type to sit and talk, and that kind of annoyance only reinforced that opinion. But she was not resentful of other children... She just preferred to be occupied with other things.

She liked illustrated children's books. She spent several hours reading at home. During breaks or in art classes, she liked to draw, not fairy-tale figures, but animals and many huge trees... Full of apples and flowers. Of course this is due to the influences of the illustrated stories, but it was a pleasant activity.

When her parents gave her this style of dress to wear, she thought it would be a great joke and all the classmates would enjoy it.

But it was not that simple.

Kids like to have fun. This is normal and totally acceptable. But not always what is fun for some means the opinion of all.

Jokes can hurt and embarrass. And it is at this stage of life that many go through this self-critical sense...

Initially some even had fun with her. They talked together... They told funny jokes. It was fun and cool. But it was not true.

When ways of thinking, own opinions, and choices of other activities were proposed, many of the little friends moved away. Each day she felt more alone. It was no longer fun. If she wanted to say something, the others looked upset, as if she was going to ruin the joke. Things that often bothered the girl. Where the conversations were always the same things...

She moved away from small groups of children. It was more fun to look around. See the landscape, do your homework... That's right... Not so much.

But it was a lot less annoying than talking to the same colleagues as before.

All she wanted now was to get out of school, run somewhere, "the park was a good idea", and forget how those kids were laughing at her.

"I do not like that dress anymore. I'll have Mom change me. It's big and ugly. It's very colorful... And everyone is laughing because I got soiled with it."

When the bell rang, this little girl rushed out of her classroom. She did not want to argue with her colleagues. She did not want them to name her anymore. Their thinking was ugly. What had she done wrong, anyway? Just moved with small plants and helped them to be well...

The more she wanted to run, the less her dress worked. It was a little heavy and dragged heavily through her feet.

"I do not want Mom and Dad to fight with my classmates... It's best not to tell them anything about their games. If not, Mama is able to ban the whole school. I do not even know what that means, but it's not cool. "

Many students were already walking through the corridor that called the exit. And among some of them were the three who implicated more with that girl.

"Look there. And again she wants to be the first in everything. "

"But she just wants to run to Mommy's nest..."

"haha ha. That way she might end up stumbling. "

Looking a little farther, to one of these other colleagues... A skinny boy with light hair. This student was very close to the door. With an exchange of smiles, it seemed that the children had planned another romp for this day.

Only one monitor stood at the door of the school, watching all the students' movements and checking if any problems occurred. Of course the school was safe and there was not that much need of it... Well, on this day he ended up passing the canteen for coffee. And there it was... It was very convenient. Even sitting at the counter was still watching the entrance of the school.

All you could see were kids running and shaking to get out. And in those hours you think of "how good it is to be young".

Only children do not think about it... They just care about having fun and being forced to study.

And today was not such a day...

Not for one of those children. At least she did not feel the best of her day.

The girl in fuchsia dress stained with remnants of the earth to which she stirred, finally reached the exit of the school.

The sky was very clear and radiant. But only murmurs and indecipherable conversations were perceived.

Some colleagues were already everywhere. But that did not matter. Only what this child wanted to do was to go through that exit and forget about this day...

But this day would be longer than she'd ever imagined.

As she was beginning to walk through the set of large open doors, wondering what her beautiful sunny day would look like outside, another child passed by.

One who accidentally stepped into the hem of the girl's long dress... Which made her unbalanced and ended up stumbling from the first two steps of the school door... And fell.

It was not loud. An important planning in the structure of the building that accommodates energetic children... But this decisive factor does not remove the risk that the accident caused. This case was not serious.

The girl only hurt her elbow a little. At least it was only where she began to feel sore. The worst was the feeling of shame... It was embarrassing to fall almost with the face grating on the floor.

She was very angry with the colleague who pushed her, even though she did not know who it was.

But she wanted to cry even more. That was worse than the early prank. She was feeling so fragile... She did not know what that feeling was or because she had never felt it before, but she did not like it.

She felt humiliated.

It was a simple fall of stairs, but it made her sad. Then she thought of just getting out of there and hiding in some corner, away from everyone's attention and the shrieking looks.

With her fall, many gossiping kids ran to see what had happened. And they started laughing at her this fall.

She was discouraged to get up from there. She did not want to move anymore and make even more laughs. It was better to stay on the floor, really. And hide the face ...

"But wait ...".

Something was stirring. And it was not her... When the girl looked more closely at where she fell, she realized it was over another child. More precisely... She "sat" on that child's back.

The two boys were already getting bored. They did not have to rush that far to get out, and ended up having to wait outside. Not that it was that long, just a few minutes. And avoided much of the turbulence of other boring and troublemakers... Children who sometimes implied both.

But a strong impact surprised them. A pink silhouette bumped into the door behind the boys. They did not even have time to turn around and analyze what happened.

Soon a figure mass struck the back of one of these boys. What was waiting for your sister.

It was light, but not so much. It knocked the boy to the cement floor, which was the way made to the entrance of the school, causing great impact and disorientation.

His friend, who was on his side, was worried about the strong fall and rushed to help the young man lying on the ground. But when he came across the scene and saw his friend "crushed", after noting that it was not so serious, the young black man began to laugh when he realized that it was a funny scene...

Of course, many laughed too. And the embarrassment was expressive to the two shattered children on the floor.

This friend managed to raise the two of them a little. The girl squirmed a little until she released the boy... He was still on his stomach and his face on the floor.

"Ah. Me... Excuse me. Was inadvertently. Are you alright?".

"Oh, alas... Yes. It's nothing. Just a scratch. "

They had the same age group... They were students from this same elementary school, but this was the first time they talked.

And that was the beginning of their lives together.

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#To be continued...

Author Notes:

Hello... I'm with this and another chapter almost ready! Besides, I do not know anything else about this work. Kkkkk

I have no pretensions about what this story will address. I did not even think about Chapter 4.

What I know is that I'm letting it "go your way".

The work was coming up and I was writing... Then I started typing. And now I am formulating the whole structure of these chapters. All in real time!

These first three chapters were all made together. Yesterday morning! (04/17/2018 – 00:40).

I did not review and even the translation is not acceptable. But I want to post soon!

So, I strongly ask...

Joy!