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Della and I did return to camp that summer, and we managed to even get in the same cabin. Because there were only four girls to a cabin, I couldn't request my old bunkies without leaving someone out, so we had two new girls in our cabin – Phoebe and Sienna. They both seemed nice, although Phoebe was quite shy and monosyballic (kind of like me) while Sienna was bouncy and a bit too loud. I knew I was going to get along with them.

Della went by a different name, since I'd mentioned her to my old bunkies and they might remember her. She called herself Isabella, so even when we were alone in the cabins, I reminded myself to call her Izzy.

As for my old bunkies, they all roomed together again, and although I had to explain why I didn't request them, they let it go and accepted Della into the fold after a few days, just as they had me.

Della and I kept to our old routine of watersports in the mornings and hanging out in the afternoons. I found out that a benefit of being a ghost was that I no longer got motion sickness from boats, so I canoe (I'm so sorry for that). Point is, I spent the whole time at camp really throwing myself into it, making the most of the six weeks.

I spent a couple of afternoons chilling, but nowhere near as many as I had the previous year. There was no point.

Della was happier than usual, too. It seemed like there was a weight off her, that she could make friends with anyone on camp without thinking about how she couldn't let one of them leave alive. It was as if she'd never been that semi-murderous ghost I'd met last year.

I really enjoyed camp. In fact, it was probably the most alive I'd felt all year. Everything was exactly the way it had been last yeah. Almost all the old counsellors were still there, and this year, a few of the old campers who'd been the oldest last year were back as CITs. It was as if during the winter, the whole camp had been suspended in time, just waiting for old and new campers alike to bring it to life during the summer.

I expressed this to Della one evening at the campfire, and she gave a sigh. "You know, Brooke, that's almost right. This camp was basically killed and resurrected every year. I mean, the only difference is that I've seen new counsellors and CITs, but there's always a mix of old and new campers. The place is dead during the winter." She shivered herself. "It used to make me feel like there were creatures lurking around, just waiting to attack me, when I was probably the scariest thing there." She managed a smile. "Last year must've been my lucky summer."

I smiled, too. "I'm just glad I didn't have to go through that. No wonder you were willing to kill for a buddy!"

Della didn't take offence. She knew what I meant. "Well, I'm just glad I don't have to do that all over again."

I smiled, but then I remembered something, and shivered. "But I have to pretend to die next summer. I'm still nervous about that, and worried that everyone else will get suspicious when I haven't changed at all."

"I doubt any teachers will recognize that you haven't changed." Della assured me. "And your parents see you so much that they won't be able to see any change. Tara and Ginny already know you're twelve forever, and if Emily hasn't noticed anything yet, she never will. And they're the ones that see you most."

"And Brandy." I reminded her. "She's still suspicious of you."

Della shrugged. "I know she's your friend and I tried to like her because of it, but I really don't know what you see in her. And besides, even though she doesn't like me, she isn't suspicious of you. Just don't talk to me as much when she's around and you should be okay."

But our fun at camp couldn't last. We were both very happy for the first four weeks, doing every water activity we could think of, and a few crafts on rainy days.

Then, one day when I decided to lounge around in my cabin, Sienna had decided to stay with me. Phoebe and Della had gone canoeing together.

Then Sienna brought it up. "You know, Brooke, I've been noticing something." she said in a voice that sounded sweet, but I could tell there was something...something weird behind it.

"Uh-huh?" I said carefully, looking at her warily.

"You see," Sienna said, still sweet, "I have insomnia. That's how I noticed. Sometimes when we're all in our bunks at night, I...well, I notice stuff. Like...did you know you go sort of...invisible when you sleep? Or transparent?"

I had to come up with an explanation, and fast. I tried to laugh. "Oh, that. You know how the dark plays tricks on eyes. It was probably an illusion, or a dream."

But Sienna wasn't having any. She dropped the sweet tone. "Please, Brooke! You're the worst liar I've ever met. At least your friend could tell me that with a smile. I almost thought she really was surprised when I asked."

Oh, great. Why did I have to be assigned to a cabin with a girl who didn't sleep much? I didn't have control over my invisibility/transparency/solidity when I slept. Well, I hadn't even known that.

Then I spoke. "So what? Why do you care what happens when I sleep?" I asked, trying to sound tough.

"I don't care." Sienna shrugged. "I just find it a little weird that you and Izzy both do it, and Phoebe doesn't. I fgured it had to do with the fact that you two already knew each other."

I paused, thinking. Then I said "Well, if you've asked Izzy and she didn't tell you, what makes you think I would?"

'Because I also told her that I think you're both undead." Sienna's answer was swift.

I froze. I couldn't answer that.

"I knew it!" Sienna said triumphantly. "I knew you two weren't really alive! So why are you even here? What do you want from us?"

I scowled at that. "I don't want anything." I said defiantly. "I came here for the same reasons you did. Same with Izzy. We both came to camp because we like it here. End of story."

And that really is how it ends. I decided that it was time to let go after that. Della agreed with me. We managed to stage my death properly, and after that, we just hung around together, doing whatever we wanted. Well, we left the camp after I staged my death (before camp was over...I couldn't stand sharing a cabin with Sienna and her accusing triumphant eyes any more), and then that was it for us.

Now there's a new goal in mind. Della told me that her secondary reason for wanting a buddy was to get to Heaven...the other side, as it was. But it should really have happened automatically when she got me, shouldn't it? We don't know how to move on from ghosts to spirits of the afterlife.

Why did I agree to die?

THE END

A/N: I know, it's an abrupt ending. But I needed to finish this story and it was never really going to have a happy ending, not with Brooke dead.

I hope you enjoyed it anyhow. I know that I really enjoyed exploring Della's personality in this story. Thanks for reading, everyone!