'Tis be Rose's POV. Enjoy!

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Mom had also told me that, “She was so much like you. あなた both used to spend all 日 trying to think of something あなた two didn’t have in common!”

So I sat on the train, waiting for the big lug to stop.

I was wearing my most treasured shirt, the black and red “The voices told me to” t-shirt. Everyone always stopped to read it, and it always gave them a chuckle when they did, so it made me feel like I wasn’t invisible. または at least that I wore shirts people wouldn’t expect.

My mom had filled me in on the stuff I’d forgotten after the accident. It wasn’t such a big deal to me; I mean, I survived, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. But my mom thought it would be such a “traumatic” experience for me, so she helped me “cope” with it.

Honestly, I could remember the past 6 years, back until I was 10. But everything before that was a complete blank. It was as if I’d been born at age 10.

I’d learned that the kind people who’d let me stay over at their house in Toronto for a few weeks were also my family; my aunt Bonnie and my two cousins. I’d also learned that the girl and I used to be good フレンズ until I moved away. And, of course, my mom wouldn’t tell me her name. Why did she have to be so mysterious like that? I never liked surprises!

I began to hum to myself. It was Never Too Late, によって Three Days Grace. I’d had that song stuck in my head since about a 年 after I had gotten out of the hospital. I never knew why it was always that song in my head, but as I hummed it, I dismissed the thought, guessing it used to be my お気に入り song.

And since then, one または もっと見る little visuals of me and a little girl with straight, black hair and wearing a white tank-top playing in a sand box, または sliding down a water slide, または walking into the woods together.

Suddenly, I heard the conductor yell, “We’re in Toronto! All passengers that were heading Toronto-ward- all off the train!”

Hmph, that must be me, I thought, as I lugged my suitcase out the door. Once I got outside, I spotted a tall, young-looking woman in a clean, white ブラウス and a gray knee-length skirt, with her arm around a teenage girl with short, black and blue hair, and, literally, black from her earrings to her combat boots.

How are あなた gonna handle this, Rosalba? I asked myself.