Chapter 1

A boy, no older than 14, was looking out of his bedroom window, towards the bright city lights. Thinking of the inevitable. He had ebony hair, and bright sapphire eyes. Just thinking and looking at the scenery made him comfortable. He was a boy who never stood up, he was the one left behind while the others took advantage of his soft nature. But that was only part of the things that bothered him.

The outside world didn't accept him, and he never tried.

This year proved to be a bit different for him. New opportunities replaced the old, and new people replaced the old. Different faces but same attitudes. He never thought outside of the box, and maybe he never could. But there was a first time for everything.

He inhaled silently. And went towards his study table, sat down and took a pen and a white paper, out of his drawer.

His sapphire orbs, that once held light were darkened. Ever since the accident...he forgot how to be happy again. He couldn't let anyone know, he just couldn't.

But there was...a first time for everything.

Dear Friend,

My name is Daniel Fenton, but everyone calls me Danny. I am 14 years old but soon I am turning 15. Soon.

I never really talked to anyone other than my parents and my sister, Jazz. They know all there is to know about me, but somethings they don't even know, or maybe they never tried. Or maybe I never tried telling them. I've been transferred to a new high school, Casper High. I will be starting tomorrow. I've never been on my own, I always had my sister to back me up. But now i'm my own person.

I have to start leaning on myself other than my parents and sister. It's not that I don't love my parents, but I just want to turn things around this year.

I never really had any friend, because maybe they all think that I'm a wimp. But starting tomorrow, I wish to be a new Daniel Fenton. I just hope I could pull my own weight.

Ever since the accident...I don't think that I could ever count on my own. She was very close to me, or maybe it was the other way around, but...

I stopped writing once I heard my mother calling me. There was always time for this later. My sister came home from her college for the weekend. She was currently happily chatting with her boyfriend, or maybe all my family was chatting, I couldn't be sure. But I could hear faint laughs and talking.

I gathered all my papers that were scattered everywhere, and put my pen in my cup.

I don't know why, but writing helped me. I always wrote about how my day went, or how many times I did not get bullied by the kids in my neighbourhood, and the likes. It wasn't that it defined me, but it helped.

I let out a dreary sigh and looked at the clock on my wall.

7:30 p.m.

As I descended down the stairs, I could hear laughing, mostly my sister, who laughed or giggled at, practically everything her boyfriend said, Johnny Thirsten, an everyday jock with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, was the same age as my sister. He came to our house more than Jazz did, he was like an adopted son to my parents. He knew every little details about our family. He even had a key to our house, so that he could come and leave as he pleased.

I went on the dining table, and sat down on the seat opposite to my sister.

"So Danny, I hear your attending Casper High. Congrats man" said Johnny, his one arm was slugged around Jazz's chair. It wasn't that I hated the guy, but I still felt that Jazz could do better. Don't get me wrong, he was like an older brother, but still...

"So my little bro's all grown up and attending high school."

I couldn't help but smile as I nodded my head. Mom was still in the kitchen, and Dad, as always was in the lab. Both my parents were scientist, they studied paranormal sciences, and were trying a way to find access to the ghost realm, or whatever that was. That was basically the reason that made me half freak.

I heard Jazz snort, as she looked up from her meatloaf, and acknowledged me with her fork, "Danny remember what I told you about Casper right? I want you report to me everything you do okay?" her voice got dangerously low at the last part, as I nodded unconsciously.

"Dude! remember to not take any of the invites during lunch. Do not sit with any person that invited you okay?" Johnny was also trying to groom me, I nodded. Maybe they were meant for each other.

My train of thoughts, stopped as Johnny threw his head back and started laughing. Jazz smacked his hand away.

"Johnny! don't say stuff like that to him." Jazz said to Johnny, as his chair lost balance and he fell down, all the more still laughing. Jazz huffed and turned to me, she tried to be angry but I could see that she was also hiding a smile at my naiveness.

"Danny! you will do no such thing" she said, as she sighed, and looked at me with mirth, "For once in your life, be social with the others" it was like she was mocking me.

I knitted my eyebrows together and nodded silently.

That was when mom came in the room. At that time Johnny had pulled his chair up, but it still looked like he was trying not to laugh.

We all ate our meal in silence. I was in my own little world by then.

My family had always encouraged Jazz, she was the perfect child. She was good at everything. And I was the kid who was bad at everything. My parents had always told me to be like Jazz, to carefully note her, and try to follow her every foot step, because according to them, I was a lost cause.

"It'll be our little secret"

That voice always haunted me. And I would never be able to forgive myself.