Arrving here five years ago was something to tell...

Seeing how his parents were going to move pretty quickly, he had packed up his things and told them he was going to make it easier on them. By moving to another town, while they moved somewhere they would be much more happier than ever. He wasn't so sure about a lot of things though.

At first he didn't know where to go until he had met a man going by the name of Ol'Gabby, and the old man went off about random things. But it really didn't bother him, he quickly liked the man and offered to help him around the place. He was put to work without even thinking fast about what he was getting into.

A few days into the job and he was given some new clothes. They were some shorts with a shirt with a small rip and an overshirt. A yellow overshirt to go with a gray t-shirt, and some green shorts along with sneakers. Yeah, it was a start.

Then when he had the day off with Ol'Gabby, the man would take him out for some pizza where he had met Gino and they quickly became friends. Which started them talking about having him switch at the places to work. He couldn't say no. That was one thing about him, there was no way in hell, would he say no to people who needed help or wanted to hang out.

A few weeks of doing that and came along Patrick. He was added into the mix. It would go from Ol'Gabby, Gino, Patrick. It was earning him the money to buy himself a house or something, and how could he make them sad enough to disappointment? Only time he ever got off was when he got ill.

They would make sure he was feeling much better and in short time, they felt like family to him.

During the time here, he had found that mostly everyone loved to party in the town he had moved to. Simport. Near the ocean side of Maine. A neighborhood section, a downtown area, beach town area, industrial park area, and a forest.

He, Ghostly, couldn't say much about them. He didn't know very many people, and well, he had sorta wished he knew what he was getting into when he had came here. Mainly wearing what Ol'Gabby had given him 'till he was given some more clothes to random people once Gino, Patrick, and Ol'Gabby had told people he was new.

The one outfit he had liked was a hoodie, pants, and some sneakers. But he rarely wore them often. He was much too used to the first set of clothes he had gotten. He always washed them often so he could wear them again.

"Hey! Ghostly! Pal!" A voice shouted from behind him as he was walking towards his house. It was a good idea to have saved up from the money. "Wanna hang out when I'm done work later?" Buddy. It's always Buddy who's screaming to him when he's seen on the streets. Buddy works at a Hotel or something. "I know I got a long shift but it's my day off tomorrow!"

"Sure, Buddy. I have to work with Gino today anyways," Ghostly nodded with a smile written onto his face. It's not forced. "When you're done, just come over to my house or something."

Buddy gives a thumbs up. "Got, Pal!" Then he runs off. It's not long before he falls flat onto his face and Ghostly's quick to help him up. "I'm okay!"

"We really need to have you work on that..."

Arrving at Gino's is something Ghostly never thought he would become bored of but now he's thinking it's going to be boring. He's only need to take orders to give them to Gino so he could dilver the food to the right table.

It's never helpful when Gino begins talking about how he should just quite working with Patrick and Ol'Gabby to only help the famous Cheif, and once Ghostly thought about doing just that only to shake his head at it.

He likes helping the others out.

When Ghostly went into the Pizzeria, he noticed how there was barely anyone in the whole place. To him, it was odd to think Gino would have such an empty place at this time of day, usually when he opened there was a whole line of people waiting.

Blinking and rubbed the back of his neck, Ghostly went into the kitchen to find Gino just sitting there, almost looking like he was about to cry or something. Was something going on and he didn't know about? Was this an off day for Gino?

"...Gino...?" Ghostly said, shaking Gino's shoulder and the Chief looked up at him. His eyes were like usual. "What's going on?"

"Ah, it's just a little slow day," Gino explained with a forced smile. Of course. He always panicked when it was a slow day. "I've only had about ten people come in! When usually there's about thirty or maybe even twenty eight!"

Ghostly rolled his eyes. "Gino, it'll pick up. Believe me, it's always have didn't it?"

"Coming from the boy who won't say no..." Gino muttered under his breath, and lucky for him, Ghostly was far enough away not to hear it. "I suppose you're right, I should just go off and make my famous pizza for waiting customers!"

"Right... I'll go get ready to work," Ghostly mumbled heading into the change room Gino had for him. Coming out a moment later wearing black dress pants, a white apron, and a white shirt to go with it. Making him seem like a waiter for Gino.

His boss gave him a gaint smile. "Wonderful! I do believe I heard the door open and close, so go out there and get some orders for me!"

Rolling his eyes, Ghostly gave a smile before heading out into the main part of the Pizzaria. Seeing how a family of three had came into the place. He set them down and took their orders for drinks before coming back a few moments later and asked if they were ready to order.

It was the same as last time.

A pizza with cheese and bacon, and with a side of fries. Along with something to dip the fries in. When the food was ready, Ghostly gave them their food and was about to walk off when the father of the family stopped him.

"Hang on there... you look familiar." The father spoke up, and Ghostly turned to him. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Don't think so, I've only been here for a few months or so." Ghostly explained. "Sorry if you think I was someone you know."

Again. The man gave him a look. "You don't happen to be related to Sir Alder, do you?"

How did this guy know his grandfather? Yes, he would admit no one even bothered to even ask if he was related to him, but he never thought someone would actually ask him that question. Then again, he didn't know much about his grandfather.

"Yeah, I am. Though I don't know much about him," Ghostly explained with a sheepish smile and the man gave him a smile.

"Well, it just so happens that my own father knew and worked with your grandfather before he passed on. Sir Alder was a great man in the company of racing, was he not?" It was like this guy was Sir Charles.

Ghostly only nodded. "Maybe, like I said, I don't know much about him. So it could be he was a great racer, and maybe he worked with your father."

The talk only last for a few moments before Ghostly went back to work. All throughout his shift his mind always found a way to go back to his grandfather. He was known by his last name, Alder, but that was it. He never told his first name.

Not even to his own friends. So they could only call him by the last name. It was odd, yes, but it was more cool about him. Knowing someone only by last name was something his family was mostly admired for, and his grandfather was the only one who did something great in his family.

Everyone else was just there.

At the end of his shift, Gino took him by the arm when he finished changing and sat him down to talk about the family of three.

He went off knowing his helper was of Sir Alder's grandson.

"He always was a regular here when I was a kid," Gino explained. "I was with my own father and grandfather when he walked in. Of course back then I was just learning how to make pizza and such, but they always had me take his order."

"Did he give his autograph or something?" Ghostly asked.

"No, but he gave us such tips."

Ghostly rubbed his neck. "Heh, I never got to know him because of his sudden death. My dad was about thirty when he died? By then, grandpa was old and done with racing."

It only lasted about a few more minutes before Ghostly found himself walking back home, Buddy meeting up with him before they ended up at Ghostly's house.

All throughout the time Buddy was with him, his mind wondered off to his grandfather. He wondered how long he had lived...?

His father never told him the age of his grandfather when he had died, and all he knew was he had died of a heart attack, and it was a horrible thing to know. A part of him wished he had gotten to know his grandfather, but he couldn't have everything...

Maybe he could head to the graveyard and see if he would find his grandpa's grave...