Name : Echo

Real Name : Eden Edwards

Nickname : E

D.O.B : October 31, 1987

Status : Single, Never dated.

Gender : Female

Likes : Sour things

Dislikes : People who talk too much, People in general.

Likes to do : Sit around, think and read.

Bio…

Echo, I am a very quiet person who likes to stick with thinking, not talking or doing. I am usually alone, reading and thinking. No one really notices me…even though I have been here for years…I do not have any friends, closest thing to one I have is the kid across the hall...I talk to her every few weeks. I am at Wammy's House because my parents died, or, correction, got murdered. I am not one to show emotion at all, I would rather keep it bottled inside away from people and peoples' thoughts. I don't talk much…maybe answering with a word or two. I am 16, soon going to be kicked out of Wammy's with money and my stuff, although not much, it's mine. I am very good at seeing and deducting what will and is happening, very smart. Black long hair, about 5'7, I wear whatever I feel like.

Wammy's. I thought to myself. Thinking as usual. I was outside this time, the breeze of the wind felt great against my sun deprived skin. I was sitting in the grass and just mindlessly pulling grass out of the ground and splitting it down the middle.

I liked this spot, no one could see me, and it was shady…I never liked warm, sunny days…I looked down at the little patch of pulled out grass I have done It would grow back…like hair… I thought to myself.

Wammy's was always giving…but I didn't really care where I went or would end up…after I lost my parents, I pretty much became mute, hiding from the world. I often wondered what would become of myself when they kicked me out…I mean…I can't stay here forever…

I daydreamed at the sky, the light breeze still going. I sat back on my hands, blinking every now and then. I was dazed…thinking about whatever thought that floated through my head. These days were one of my favorites…calm, and nice. But my favorite days would be gloomy, rainy, and cold.

I heard some other kids playing, running, catching…physical activities never interested me, or social events. I could read anyone, by their eyes, like their eyes was their entrance to their soul, their thoughts, their deepest secrets…

I knew my eyes didn't express my emotions. I guess that's why people were always intimidated by my…however, I liked that no one could read me, it was fun to mess with their minds. I have never known or met anyone like me, or had major similarities. But, I didn't need anyone…I was perfectly fine by myself…all the time…

Right now I was thinking about the rankings…people went crazy over them, I was about 5th place, but I didn't care…I didn't study, listen, or read the text books. I knew like it was intuition. I would be first place if I really wanted, or tried, but I really didn't care.

I barley even knew the names of these kids…only because they had a room next to me and I could hear people call their names. Of course, no one at all knew mine. Even when they said a little "Hi" I would just wave ever so slightly.

I heard a small sound beside me, but I didn't look or anything, just kept daydreaming. I didn't even bother to look in the corner of your eye what it might have been. I didn't care for anyone here, they all just want to beat Near and success L…disgusting. I thought, while still day dreaming.

I soon realized it was another person sitting next to me…I could faintly hear them breathing…I know that's weird, but it was a hint. I heard this person get up, and they walked in front of my line of vision.

I stayed emotionless, eyes the same, breathing the same. He had a black baggy shirt, baggy jeans, with straight, messy black hair, hands in pockets, back slouched. He also has slight bags underneath his eyes…Oh…his eyes…they…are like…mine…

He just looked at me…nothing being said, just staring at each other. We were both trying to read each other. He smirked, and then walked off. I was truly dumbfounded. Did he read my eyes? He couldn't have…I couldn't read him, no way he could read me…he seems…interesting…

I watched him walk off, trying to figure him out…he didn't look back, just went off to another part of the grounds. To my luck, he sat under a tree, barely in my sight. Ugh, great. You thought, I do not want him watching me…or…reading me.

Actually, he was staring at me. That's all he was doing. Ugh, this guy is annoying…like everyone else… with that thought, I got up and left for my room to read and think about that guy. He wasn't weird to me…just, different from the other people here. He looked at me as if he was looking through me…as if you were just another mindless person who was happy and gleeful.

I hated how he looked at me, as if he was better than me. But I didn't have much self esteem, so I knew he was…but he didn't have to show it so boldly think that.

I wonder why I have never seen him here before…is he new? I questioned myself…why can I not read h- why am I thinking about this, or him, so much? Ugh, get yourself together, he's just another person.

A few days later of reading, thinking, and a little bit of eating, I saw him. In the cafeteria, he was eating jam…Uh…why was he eating jam, with nothing else? I thought as his long, boney fingers went into the jam jar, them into his mouth.

He was looking nowhere in particular…until he saw me. I looked away from his sight and continued thinking. I soon decided to get up, still under his gaze, and leave the cafeteria.

I walked out regularly but I was freaking out inside. Why is this guy freaking me out?

I blew it off and went up to my room. My room was my sanctuary, isolated from the world. All the furniture was black and white. I did not have a TV, computer, or anything electric. All I needed was my thoughts, and books…Yes, boring, I know I am. That's just how I happen to work.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, hands together resting on my upper stomach. I just thought about that guy…Why have I never seen him here before? I mean…I know I don't go out very much, or look at people…but why did he all the sudden pop up?...calm down.

I stared at my blank ceiling for hours…I didn't take a nap or read, just stuck in thought. I looked over out the window and it was getting a little dark, so I went down the corridors to get something sour, if they have any. I always loved sour things, but I ate other stuff…but they weren't as satisfying as something deliciously sour.

I got to the pantry in the little kitchen for snacks. I looked in every slot, and at the very bottom slot of goodness, one bag of Sour Patch Kids. I felt a tiny smile creep on my face, but quickly removed the smile. Leaving it like it should be, emotionless.

I grabbed the bag of goodness, holding it carefully like a newborn baby. I closed the pantry, careful not to draw attention of anyone, then turned to your left, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. I was looking straight down and stopped in my tracks.

I saw a pair of feet right in front of mine. I saved myself from running into the figure in front of me just in time. I looked up lazily, same emotionless face on. It was that guy…

He mirrored my face perfectly, and then snickered. Fuck, did he read me again? What is there to read? I stepped beside, looking at the ground, again. He followed my movement, I looked up again.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked in the most friendly voice I could muster, yet still not showing expression. He just smiled and stepped aside. I continued walking, taking a step.

I felt a boney hand calmly place on my shoulder. I stopped immediately, turning on my heel to face him. His face was as emotionless as mine.