Those hats were observed to rise and then descend in a shower of them. On the excitement and the celebrations of the now graduated students. A bit of nostalgia clearly could not be missed although, that did not overshadow the happiness after having been done academically.

Except for her.

Who after that little emotion received, for the moment was invaded by that feeling that something was missing. someone.

She wondered if he was in the same situation as them.

"Is it not amazing?" Tuckers excited voice approached.

"We won't have to see these idiots anymore." He exclaimed in a way that not only his friends could hear.

A bad look was directed at all who were with him, making them bow their heads. Then those moved away.

"Tucker!" Valerie scolded him, who had come to talk to the young goth after almost reading in her face what was happening.

"Oops."

She could not concentrate well on the things that her friends were doing now. Valerie scolding, Tucker shouting, or rather the funny shrieks he made.

Her best friend soon noticed, and when he got rid of the brunette whose attention was called by other students to take pictures and say goodbye, he approached the goth girl.

"Are you okay, Sam?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"You usually laugh when Val pulls my ears."

Sam smiled slightly and did a muffled laugh because the comment merited it but she still did not want to laugh.

"Really." The techno geek was placed next to her. "Don't you think we did not notice how you were? You are not like that Sam and I think I know what you are thinking."

He looked down, as did her. They understood each other in that sense.

"Yes" She sighed so heavily.

"I think he wouldn't like us to be sad to remember him. Its as if he had died and it is not like that." He commented.

"Hey, maybe he is doing exactly the same as us and remembering." He took the shoulder of his friend and gave her a smile that she imitated almost by reflex.

"It's true." It seemed that the other had read her mind about the last comment

"How about if we go celebrate with junk food and more junk food?" While saying this, he walked back and pointing with his hands in a pose that made him look 'cool' and yet ended up stumbling.

Sam finally laughed. It was impossible not to do it with Tucker always around.

Sam decided to remove that heaviness. She would go with her friends and no more sadness. Before continuing, a voice of one of his companions was heard in the distance.

"Sam, wait!"

A chestnut hair waved a few meters away, struggling among the crowd of students to pass. She could visualize a brown look approaching.

"Sam." He took a breath. He had been overwhelmed by a few girls farther back, and he practically had to flee so he could go with the one he really wanted to see.

Sam barely noticed the bouquet of roses he was carrying with a small greeting card and this only because he held it out for her to take.

"Congratulations." One of the most radiant and contagious smiles was plastered on that face. She returned the gesture although felt sorry for not having anything to give him.

"Thanks Ian. Congratulations to you too." She corresponded with a small hug, formal for her.

"Will you go to some place? I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? We could go eat something."

Sam thought about it.

"I'm sorry, but now I have plans." She would not be lying, She had stayed with her friend a few minutes ago. Sam felt a little bad when she saw the expression of the young man in front of her, he seemed very excited, and now with low spirits.

"No problem. It was just that, I am going on vacation for graduation and I wanted to go out with you before I left. Do you think we can go out together these days before I leave? I would really like to tell you something."

Sam bit her own lips lightly. Custom every time in her more habitual, that boy could not avoid to watch those violet lips. More soon it returned to his look of the same color and tone.

"Yes, maybe but I will let you know. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Y-yes no problem." The young man approached and planted a kiss on the cheek. the Manson girl could not avoid a slight blush of embarrassment but extremely tender for the boy.

"See you later, Ian." Sam left as quickly as possible, but she was intercepted and stopped by her friend Valerie, who did not give her a good look.

"Why did you do that?!" Valerie asked in a combination of annoyance and surprise. How could Sam refuse such a tender boy and she should to admit, nice – in that way?

"What you mean?" Samantha asked, although she already understood what her friend was asking.

"Ian ... You know? We would not have bothered if you had gone with him, although I doubt that is the reason for the rejection."

Sam thought for a moment.

"Answer me. Will you spend the rest of your life waiting for him?" The ghost hunter inquired, reading the expressions of the goth young. That had become uncomfortable. Maybe she shouldn't have ask.

"I'm sorry, Sam…"

After that bad moment and that inappropriate comment from her friend, Sam was able to relax with her friends.

She was able to leave that place full of emotion and young tears. Some said goodbye to their friends and others boasted of little gifts and even new cars that their parents gave them.

After lunch, they continued to celebrate. Tucker stayed by her side all the time. Encouraging her until the moment when she finally had fun.

She had just graduated and was with her friends, it was all she knew at that moment. She had to clear a bit of Danny and at the end of the night, Tuck and Valerie accompanied Sam to the door of her house. Where more calm, but tired, she entered. Received by her parents with congratulations and other unimportant gifts.

Her mother did not stop giving her expensive dresses and shoes that were nothing to her liking but this time, she had thought a little more about her.

A motorcycle, which had cost her enough to give something to her daughter. She did not want him to be in something like that on the streets.

Sam really wasn't about to use those polluting things and maybe she wouldn't use it unless it was necessary, but she appreciated the gesture. Although it was rare to be identified with motorcycles just to dress as she dresses.

The goth girl laughed with a bit of irony, and went to her room. She looked at a picture of her grandmother that she always had. She put that graduation hat on the table and the roses Ian had given her.

After putting on her pajamas, and brushing her hair. Sam turned on the TV, which was on the news channel. It was usually not in that channel, but the best thing was to keep abreast of what was happening.

Amity Park had been calm these years. Some slight inconveniences that Valerie took care of, sometimes with her help, but nothing more.

That's why that last news was strange.

A theft of weapons and other important parts at Axion Labs, and those cameras hadn't caught anything.

There was no evidence, no trace; The perfect crime.

She turned off the television, maybe Valerie would be informed by the next day and she would know something more than what the news said.