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THEY SAY it happened when she was 13. She says it started when she was 10.
The girl was only in the 5th grade when she began seeing people nobody else could. She never understood why these strangers went unnoticed, and came to the conclusion that maybe her vision was a little better than those around her. That was until she had bumped into one of the unnoticed people, and instead of feeling their shoulder she'd felt a wave of cool air.
Lydia Ito had gone through a change, except unlike the children around her, that change had nothing to do with puberty.
Lydia could see dead people.
She was 12 and naive when she had told her best friend about her new ability, and by the age of 13 her small group of friends turned into none. Lydia had no choice but to grow familiar with sitting alone at lunch and partnering up with her teachers as a last resort. Nobody wanted to hang out with her anymore and she didn't blame them.
Lydia could admit, she did change after she learned she could see ghosts. Being exposed to the reality of death at such a young age took a toll on her, and her child-like innocence had vanished.
But she didn't turn out the way she solely because of her ability. It was her environment that changed her.
They say she was 13 when she changed. She says she was 13 when she stopped caring so much.
Seeing and talking to the deceased helped Lydia realize life was too short to care about what others thought of her. She took her feelings and embraced them, whether it was positive or negative. She got in touch with her connection to the afterlife. She acted how she wanted to, wore what she wanted and believed in whatever she wanted to believe in. And if everyone else thought it was strange then so be it.
When her classmates weren't messing with her they'd ignore her. And it took a while for her to figure out why, even longer for her to understand.
It was because she was strange and unusual, and everyone ignores the strange and unusual.
Everyone except for the Davenports.
A/N: I'm lowkey sad about this cause I kinda made it too much like the "she's not like the others she's different" trope. But promise the story itself isn't like that!
