(Edited: 7/20/14)

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

Ugo Betti

Two weeks have passed now. Two weeks of sitting by Sam's side, ignoring my ghost sense and fighting to keep my parents from figuring out my secret. The only times I've even used my powers were to keep Sam's stuck up parents from kicking me out of Sam's room and the one time Skulker thought it'd be a good idea to try hunting me with Sam in her current condition.

That idiotic hunter will have to be rebuilt bolt by bolt now.

I can tell mom is getting more and more worried about my condition as well as Sam's. I know I haven't been doing much in trying to keep myself under the radar between skipping more meals than a normal human should be able to get away with and how so little sleep isn't affecting me, but I don't care anymore. I won't let something I can go without take me from Sam's side.

But why? Why am I so hell bent on staying with her? We have been friends since I first moved here, so maybe that's it. That has to be it.

I'm excited as I walk into my fourth grade classroom for the first time. My only complaint is it's in a portable and Jazz says these things get really cold in the winter. I get to sit next to Danny in class again because this teacher is nice and let us pick our own seats. He's says we're old enough to know what distracts us and what doesn't, but if we start goofing off he'll start assigning our seats.

Well, I thought I'd get to sit next to Danny. I know we have the same teacher this year, but he's nowhere to be found. A week goes by with me all alone at the small group of desks until finally Danny shows up. Apparently, he went to Washington D.C. at the end of the summer, and something had kept him there an extra week. I don't know what it was, I don't really care enough to find out. All I care about is that my best friend is here and finally fills one of the seats around me.

I have mixed emotions when our teacher tells us that the fourth and fifth grades do a thing called "rotation" to keep us from being so shocked when middle school comes around. Apparently, we now have three teachers instead of just one. The other teachers aren't nice enough to let us choose our own seats, but it doesn't matter because I end up close to Danny anyway.

After a few weeks, Danny starts to get bored while waiting in our bus line and starts trying to get into my backpack saying he's searching out important information. He's so funny when he starts in on this, but it's also kinda annoying. I know I can outsmart him though and one day, there's a lock on my bag to keep him out. However, instead of discouraging him, he only tries harder to get into my stuff. I laugh along with him and finally let him get inside my bag, but he realizes that he couldn't find anything in it if he really wanted to.

My birthday comes around in September while Danny's is in July. Since his birthday is during summer, he waits until a month or so into the school year to have a birthday party. My grandparents are going on a trip, so I have my birthday party early this year. Somehow, we managed to schedule our parties on the same day!

Luckily, his party starts two hours after mine ends so I just get a ride from his parents over to his party after mine ends. I meet his parents for the first time when they come to take both of us over to Target to get Danny's cake and then to Chuck E. Cheese's for his party. I like his parent's; they're a little eccentric and sometimes their driving scares me, but they are fun people to be around and they keep me, Danny, and Jazz all in a good mood during the trip.

We take all sorts of pictures at Danny's party, some with Jazz and a some without. Mrs. Fenton says she'll have Danny give me copies of them in a few days as my parents come to pick me up.

I realize how gullib

le Danny can be one day in the bus line when Tucker manages to convince him that we're all elementals. I play along though, deciding to see how long it takes him to figure it out on his own. He and Tucker come to the conclusion that I have Dark powers while they have Light. I'm half convinced it's because I'm a girl, but I don't really mind - the dark leaves you a little more room to be yourself.

The school year zips by and before we know it, Thanksgiving comes and goes, followed by Hanukah, the new year, the stupid Northwestern Nine Standardized Testing, and Spring Break. Right after Spring Break, my Granny gives me a CD of all the Nightmare Before Christmas songs and Danny loves them as much as I do. The first time he hears "Kidnap the Sandy Claws," he tells me to replay it because he forgot to take notes when we reach the end.

"Danny, you idiot! Santa doesn't exist!"

Danny laughs. "I know that." His voice fades away from me, the memory beginning to retreat back to where it came from.

No! I'm losing the image! Damn it! It's fading to black like the final scene of a movie. Why the hell don't I remember more from back then? I didn't love him back then, but I know I was still pretty attached to him by the end of our fourth grade year. I know there's hundreds of scenes that I just don't remember, but how did they slip my mind so easily? It's pretty obvious to me now why things in short supply are so much more valuable to us.

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Invisible One