Many years ago, a thing called a dictionary existed. Before words were programmed along with there definitions into your heads, kids and adults alike would have to use this to look up words.
I once went to a school, yes, a big building full of kids school, with a girl named Adamina Nightingale. Daughter of the Earth, with the power of animal tongues, and a photographic memory.
Adamina Nightingale's brain was as absorbent as a dry sponge. She soaked up information and never forgot a single word. She remembered everything.
Adamina, or Mina, or Ada, or Ina, or Amia, what ever she called herself that day or week, had a blessed thing called a photographic memory. Her mind was like a never ending abyss of knowledge, like a person who is eternally thirsty, and never stops drinking.
Once she saw or heard something, she never forgot it. Kids liked to call her names. Dictionary girl, smartash, photo booth. They called her many other names, names that I shall not be describing here. There is also the fact that I am unwilling to adhere to the rules of our dimwitted society, I will not be telling you the terrible names and things said to such a beautiful and kind young lady.
The reason behind the names above are these: Dictionary girl because she once read a full dictionary and remembered every single word. Smartash because she was brilliant, had tons of potential, and always wore an anklet filled of garlic and peppermint ashes. Photo booth because she remembered everything she saw.
The life she lived is nothing like yours. Yours, is full of peace, love, and people, animals, and supernatural living peacefully and getting along.
Her life, however, was full of abuse; murder, and people in hiding.
This. Is her story.
