Dora
The voice came to me on Monday. I was sitting my bedroom doing homework, my mum was in the kitchen making dinner. "Hello, hello can you hear me?" I frown, it didn't sound like my mum. Actually it sounded a bit like me but different. "Hello!"
I decide to finnally reply to the voice and see what happens. "Hello?"
"Oh good you can hear me!" The voice seems to be coming from inside my head.
"Who are you?" I ask wearily.
"I'm hola Dora, your daughter!" That's definitely not right!
There's suddenly a blinding pain in the back of my head as different images fly through my head. The first one is of me sitting at a desk, I can tell that the work I'm doing is important but I can't remember what it was, an older version of me is in a tablet. Yes, in the tablet! The next one is of me standing outside with a now 3-d version of older me. I'm angry for some reason. Weird. There are other images but they are muddled and confusing.
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It's the next day when more images come. I'm sitting in a science classroom and for once I'm not actually paying attention to the teacher. She's talking about something to do with particles. Wait, particles. Sparticles! Suddenly, the blinding pain comes back. I remember being in a world without adults. I can see faceless people that feel important but I can't remember them or why there important. I may not remember them but I can still feel what I used to feel for them. For some, I feel pity. For one person in particular I feel extreme hatred for them. And for one, I miss more than anything. This person is extremely important and I must find them! For some reason.