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My Name, Is X

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February 23, 1998

I wake in a ball in the big bed I was given yesterday. I was chosen by a big man with no hair. I don’t know why he picked me over all the other boys and girls in the lost kids house. I thought I found my Dad. But he brought me to Texas. He brought me to a big place with barbed wire and lots of other big men in camo.
I was put in this room and given some food. Nothing since then.
“Hey, girley.” I look up to see a smiling woman in camo and all her hair pulled back really tight in a bun standing in the door of my room, “What’s your name?” She gets down on one knee and smiles at me nicely. I like her.
“I don’t have one. What about you.” Slowly I sit up on my bed so I am face to face with her.
“Some people call me Captain, but you can call me Rachel.” Rachel chuckles and touches my hand, “How do you not have a name?” I shrug,
“At the lost kids home the Madame just called me girl.”
“What do you want to be called then? You get to pick your name. Because everyone needs one.” She laughs again and pulls me to my feet.
“I don’t really know very many names.” I frown racking my brain for names.
“Sarah, Hanna, Rebecca, Sandy, Katie, Isabella,” Rachel reaches up and pushes my hair back out of my face.
“I wanna be called turtle.”
“Why?” Rachel grins up at me with a happy look on her face.
“I like turtles.” I smile back at her.
“Okay turtle can be your name for now. How old are you turtle?” Sarah stands up and takes my hand guiding me across the room into a bathroom, much cleaner then what I’m used to.
“Eight.”
“Good. Come on, I need to bathe you before we can go out and meet the other kids.” Rachel starts to run the bathtub.
“Where am I?” I look around the room that is decorated with fishes on the walls.
“Well, someone went out looking for twenty special boys and girls to go to a special school.” Rachel starts to explain, “You’re going to learn how to keep people safe, Like a super- police man.”
“Really?” Rachel picks me up and sets me in the bathtub,
“Mhmm.” She smiles and pulls her jacket off so she has a white tank top on, “And I’ll be here to help you. So don’t worry. We’ll do this together.” Rachel pecks my cheek and begins to wash my hair,
“Are you my new mom?”

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8/27/13
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AllTimeSloth AllTimeSloth
8/27/13
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8/27/13
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8/20/13