1:18 pm, I was in what we called the "common room" with seven people. I had always been acutely aware of how many people were in the room with me. Two were a married couple, another two were only dating. There were two men alone, but standing together. And there was a little girl. She was will the married couple, who were watching me. I was sitting in the center of the room on the large carpet. In front of me, I had three completed puzzles. I began to destroy the puzzles, mixing the pieces together as I had done many times before. The puzzles were the next best things as my Rubik's Cube had been taken from me as punishment. I wasn't sure why, I had done nothing wrong. I was always so sure to follow the rules, afraid of what would happen if I didn't.

The little girl was staring at me. I could feel her eyes, young and curious, as she watched what I was doing. I knew that the married couple were watching me as well. I knew from the moment they walked in that they were looking at me. I didn't know why, but I was too scared to ask. How does one ask why another is watching them? You don't. It is strange to ask that kind of question. It was wrong.

I continued to re-solve the puzzles again, as I had done before six times. I didn't know why but I had a constant need to be solving something. It was a craving; an addiction. I had a natural affinity to solve or create things. I was never allowed to create things. Solving puzzles or riddles had become my security. You could say I was obsessed with puzzles with the way I could solves them so easily, but really, I was curious. Puzzles, for some reason, calmed my curiosity.

I finished the first puzzle.

I never slept much there, in that place. It was always so dark and cold. You could not have called it a proper home. Maybe because it wasn't. Behind the new paint and school drawings, that place was dark and damp. There really wasn't a better word to use; darkness. The orphanage had a shadow laying over it, a thick fog that clouded everyone from the truth. But not me.

I finished the second puzzle, and there were five people in the room.

The little girl that had been watching me walked over. She stood in front of me, watching again, as I worked on the third puzzle. I always saved this one for last. It was a puzzle of 2,000 pieces, and it created a picture of a family standing on a beach, watching the Sun set. I knew it was a sunset because I recognized the beach, and the sun only set there, it never never bloomed over the water in glorious light.

I finished the third puzzle.

Then, I broke them apart again, and started once more. I could still feel the little girl's gaze, and the married couple's eyes watching me intently; they were expecting something.

"What are you doing?" the little girl asked.

I felt a strange pull at my lips. I had forgotten what it was called at the time. I wanted to smile. I did smile, sort of. It was this half smile, but not a smirk. I looked up at the little girl, looking anywhere but her pretty blue eyes.

"Solving," I whispered. I never spoke much before then. I then patted the spot next to me, "Want to help?"

She nodded silently. I moved over some to make room for her. She sat next to me, her pretty blue eyes gazing gently at the puzzles, curious, but not like me. I pointed to the pile.

"Make three piels," I said, "Three different puzzles, three different piles."

"Okay," she said lowly, "I'm Annabelle. What's your name?"

"I…" I tilted my head, "I don't know. I don't have one."

"Why?" she asked."

"I don't know," I answered, "I think… my parents just didn't want to name me."

"But you're their family," she whispered softly. She then looked up at me, I could feel her blue eyes shining with happiness, "What if we find you a name?"

"Okay," I agreed, "You find a name. I'll do the puzzles."

With that, Annabelle began to think, while I began to solve. I started with the same one as always, a green one of a jungle, and a Panda Bear with its cub.

"What about Lilly?" Annabelle suggested.

I shook my head.

Annabelle continued to come up with names, none of which I liked. They were too pretty to be my name. My name should have been something darker, like the place I lived in at the time. Then, Annabelle got up, and walked over to the married couple.

"Mommy, what should we name her?" she asked the woman.

"I-I…" I heard the woman sutter.

"It's okay," I said softly, "No one knows what to call me. I'm called 'worthless' a lot, if that works."

I looked up at the married couple. The woman seemed mortified, and the man seemed angered. They both shared the same look. The family of three then walked over to me as I began to solve the second puzzle; a girl and boy on swings at a park. There was a red slide, too. The woman knelt down on my left while the man sat down on my right. Annabelle sat exactly next to me on my right side again. I continued to work on the puzzles in front of me. I never let the puzzles go unfinished. I never could. I didn't know why, but I could never walk away from something unfinished - not until it was done.

1:42 pm, the married couple were talking to me about things I did know. I was good at math and enjoyed art. I talked about how I loved puzzles. They didn't seem to like my answers much when they asked me about names I liked. I had said they could pick because I didn't care. I'd never had a name, and I'd never found it important.

"I think I know the perfect name!" the man, William "Will" Lennox, claimed, "Kidagakash."

"Will," the woman, Shara Lennox, scolded, "We are not naming her after an Atlantean Princess-"

"I like it," I muttered, "It's long but… I like it."

"Kidagakash it is then!" Will exclaimed, "We can call you Kida for short."

"Okay," I nodded, "Will?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, watching as I continued to solve the third puzzle for the fourth time.

"Are you going to adopt me?" I wondered, "I don't expect you to, but… I'm curious."

"Yes, Kida," Shara said, "We're going to adopt you."

I nodded, leaving my finished puzzles on the ground.

"I'll get my things," I whispered.

There were three people in the room.