Herself.

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She didn't know herself, no one did. She was a girl of few words, few discreet words. Words like dubious, lucid, and strange. She was a nice girl, almost too nice. Too reliable. Too outcasted. Too, normal, but the quiet kind of normal; the strange kind of normal. She was never a "plastic", as she called the people who wore brands, who had the best of the best, people like the ones around her every day. People she couldn't stand. She knew she wasn't average. Normal. She knew she was different compared to everybody else. She had always had a connection with the unknown. The unknown like witchcraft, magic, sorcery. She spent all her time outside if school reading spell books she had collected over the years, and drawing images that randomly came to mind. She never really knew why she loved doing so, but I gave her a sense of peace, like if she were at home. Like as if she had finally belonged. She didn't have a family, as far as she was concerned. She only had people who were genetically connected to her. People who only had her, to have her. She never had a "life" like them. She never had a religion like they did. She thought there was no point in a god. There was no god as far as she was concerned, only evolution. The Big Bang theory, the theory of spacestuff combining and forming the planets. The theory of the sun giving life to everything. What she thought was right. Everyone thought she was crazy to think that there was no god. She thought of a religion as a limitation on herself. She felt like having a god in her life was an unnecessary action. She wasn't like normal girls either. She liked video games too, mostly Runescape, and World of Warcraft games that took place in medieval times. She had a skateboard she used to get around her small town, adjacent to forests and fields. She sometimes went traveling through the thick forests to look around, and if she got lucky, she would find a cool artifact from Native American tribes, like an arrow head, or a piece if old hide. There wad one tree she went to to look out at the town and fields. She climbed the to the top and looked out while sitting on the highest branch. She called it the Luna Branch, because it was almost touching the sky, and it almost reflected light off of its leaves. She lived in a small house at the center of the town. She liked the small house though. She liked the acres she had, and the small stream that ran across one of the corners of her it. She occasionally went there to clear her head of bad thoughts. School, friends, plastics, the thoughts that were worth thinking about. She dreamed while looking into the ripples in the water. Dreamed of a world like this, yet completely different. Where she was acknowledged by higher people. She would stare into the sparkling water for hours. She never really knew why, but it was alluring.

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