There was something about her, everyone could tell that much. They could tell something was odd. They could tell something wasn't meant to be.
Perhaps that's why they poked and prodded and played.
The children teased.
The grown-ups tested.
Nothing.
There was always ever nothing.
Was she empty?
Was she a spy?
Was she even human?
Oh, she looked human enough. She had skin, and bones, and a face, and even sometimes she had hair. She had fingers and toes, and maybe freckles a time or two. She might have been tall, or short, or bubbly, or sad. Whatever she was, she lived.
She lived on for so long. She was confused. She had lived over and over again. She had lived too many times to count. And yet, she was there. Again. Back at the beginning.
This time, she found herself in a home.
She never could recall much about what happened between when she jumped out of her last life and into a new one.
In a few weeks, she would forget that she had any other lives at all.
In a few months, she would be just another girl, trying to live life.
She was different.
She wanted to know what it was like to have friends.
She pretended to learn as much as they did.
She pretended she didn't know it all.
She grew up with people she met when she was three.
She didn't know.
She kept them.
In a few years, something else would shock her.
This was the very first time this happened.
She met Cassie.
