Foreign
The house bustled with girls. It had become something of a hostel, new Potentials arriving every day. They could hardly keep up. Chao-Ahn sat on the couch, watching it all go on. She never understood anything they said. She knew they were special, chosen but nothing more. They rarely said anything to her, all too busy with their own problems.
A glance out the window reminded her just out of place she was. Her heart longed for China, for normalcy. Home was a place where she wasn't such an outsider, distanced by languages. At home she wasn't so foreign.
