The earliest memories of my childhood are shrouded in a haze of uncertainty, yet there are certain moments that remain crystal clear in my mind. I vividly remember the sound of infants' cries echoing through the park, as my parents took me out to play in the snow. It was a time for me to enjoy myself, but somehow, I felt lost and alone.

As I trudged through the snow, I watched other children running around and playing with one another. For them, making friends seemed so effortless; all they had to do was run up to someone and ask to play. But for me, it was a challenge beyond words. Even when I looked for comfort from my parents, they merely turned their heads away with indifference, as if I was invisible.

"Mama, Mommy... Daddy? Dada!" I would call out, but my cries were often met with a deafening silence. It was as though my voice was lost in a sea of static, a signal that no one cared to tune into.

As I watched the other children frolicking in the snow, I felt like an outsider, trapped behind an invisible screen. And yet, in the midst of my isolation, I found a strange sense of solace. Watching from afar, I was able to observe the world around me with a sense of detachment, as though I was watching my favorite Saturday morning cartoon.

"Owen... Owen?" I heard a voice calling me and slowly focused on what was happening in front of me. Ah yes, the charm. I was sitting at my desk, where I did my homework, and had placed the ghost charm on the table. I watched it balance and levitate faintly as I typed away on my laptop, scouring Reddit and Yahoo Answers for any information about similar experiences. However, the replies only discouraged me as they recommended seeking mental help or mentioned curses and tiktik witches – whatever those were. Feeling defeated by the lack of information on this subject, I leaned back on my chair, staring at the charm with amazement and confusion.

Suddenly, the charm spoke in a louder tone, startling me. "Well, is there anything you'd like to talk about, Owen?"

Not feeling confident in my wants, I shrugged. "Talk about what...?"

The charm twirled closer and spoke urgently. "I don't know anything! I'm curious, Owen! I'm curious!"

I looked away and crossed my arms, giving it some thought before mumbling my replies. "There's nothing really to say... Looking up anything regarding you shows nothing and anything that agrees seems to lead to me needing to tell a trusted adult."

The charm looked worried. "Please don't tell your parents..."

I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head in confusion. "Why can't I?"

"They would hurt me and throw me out! I don't want to lose my friend, Owen!" The charm pleaded.

The word "friend" sent happiness down my spine. A friend? This charm relied on me and needed me to protect it. This felt new but needed... Someone to talk to, play games with, and have fun with – before I could finish my thoughts, my mind went blank, the happiness turning into calmness.

"Sure, I don't mind taking care of you... So what's your name?" I asked.

The charm seemed confused. "I have no name!"

"Oh," I said, realizing this was like getting a puppy or fish. I had to name it and take care of it. I gave it some thought and got out of my chair, walking around my room in circles while thinking. "How about the name Timber?"

The charm didn't seem happy with that, so I huffed and continued thinking. "Lime? Clover? Baxter? Uhh, how about something short, like Lily? Or, oh, what about something like Bon? It's short and simple."

The charm took some time to think and soon agreed to the offer. "I love the name, Bon... I'm Bon, and Owen is my friend!"

I smiled a bit and nodded. "Okay, from this day onward, you're Bon-Bon, my best friend."