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The first time that it happened was an accident.
She was nine and had just been sent back to the Saint Agnes Orphanage. She had really thought that the Brodys would be the family, too. But just like all at the others, she "wasn't a good fit".
After she got back, she just wanted to be alone. She sat on her bed in her room, one that she shared with another two girls. They weren't here right now, doing chores- she had been left off because she had just got back.
She wanted to hide, to be alone, to never be seen. She was a failure, someone that people would never like. She crept onto her bed, staying quiet, waiting for sleep.
"Skye, darling? Where are you?" She heard Sister Jones' voice call from the hallway, her head poked into the room. She turned around, as if to leave, and Skye called out.
"Sister Jones? I'm right here."
"Oh Skye darling, I must have missed you under the blanket." Skye thought that was odd. She hadn't been under the blanket- on top of it, in fact. "Come now, it's time for dinner."
So, that first time, Skye passed Sister Jones not seeing her off as a coincident.
She had no idea how wrong she was.
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The second time, she was thirteen.
She had been to another few foster homes over the years, but she hadn't stayed at them any longer than two weeks.
She had gotten into trouble after school- yelling at some bullies as they were cornering some poor kid. They had chased after her, and as she turned around a corner, she saw a side alley. Perfect. She hid behind a dumpster, hoping to whoever was up there that she wasn't caught.
They had literally walked right up to the spot where she hid, searching for the little kid the stopped them from having some "fun".
"Come on man, she's not here. Let's just go find some little nerd to beat up." That was one of the followers, she though. One of the nicer ones... Not that they were nice anyway.
"Yeah, I guess... But next time I see her," The leader punched his palm. "She's going down."
As they walked away Skye wondered what had just happened. She wasn't stupid- she knew that they should of seen her, in the obvious spot place that she was. But they didn't.
She remembered it this time.
And someday, she was going to find out why they ignored her. What made her special.
She didn't know how much of her future she had just changed.
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She though about it over the years- about how when she really needed to go away, to disappear, she did.
She could turn invisible.
Of course, she couldn't do it consciously. Yet. She would find a way, any way, to make this work.
She did.
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By the time that she was seventeen, she could do it almost effortlessly.
Of course, Skye never did it in front of anyone, or told anyone, or even practiced near a living soul.
She knew what they did to people that were thought as strange.
So when the scary men in dark suits found her, at 27, she was understandably worried.
Very, very worried.