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"Ella? ELLA!?." I'm shaken awake by Marley. "Oh Ella I'm sorry!" I gaze down to the bruises on my arms. "I must have broke my harness! Oh god I'm such a monster!" Tears start flowing down her face.

"Don't worry, it's my fault. I forgot to put your harness." I burry my face in her chest. "Today's Monday so we'll make it count." She looks up at me confused.

"Ella today's Tuesday. Yesterday was Monday, remember? You went to school for the first time. How was it?"

"Oh yeah." It feels like a whole day of my life has just been re-written. I look down at my leg. There's a little bandage. I peel it off. Under it is a puncture mark. Funny, I don't remember being vaccinated.

I am corned by my mom as I enter the kitchen.

"Your teachers said you weren't at school yesterday! Can't you understand how hard it is for me to let you go to school without anyone knowing about us. I try my best for you and your sister and all you do is backstab me!" She slams a plate on the floor and storms out.

"You didn't go to school yesterday! What were you doing?" Marley picks this time to interrupt the awkward silence.

"I can't remember. I think I wasn't feeling well so I just sat in the park." I try to access the memory but it feels like a sticker on top of the real one. "Well I'd better go to school today." I give her a kiss on the forehead and walk out the door.

My head still throbs from being hit last night but I'm used to it. I balance along the pavement just as I did when I was little. Suddenly my body convulses and I fall to the ground. I look up but no one is there. I don't know why I fell. It feels like this has happened before, something pushed me. No it can't be. I pull myself up and keep walking.

The school building looms in front of me. Here we go again. Another bunch of stupid ass people taking classes from shitty teachers. A bunch of children stare at me. A teacher walks out smiling and coming towards me.

"Ella! So good to finally see you. You weren't at school yesterday. Everything alright?" Her gaze lingers on my bruises and cuts.

"Yes I'm fine. I was just sick yesterday."

"Well I'll walk you to your first class."

I arrive at a class filled with boisterous children and a pissed off teacher. "Class please calm down!" She straitens her glasses. "We have a new classmate: Ella Mccarthy. I hope you will all make her feel welcome. I am Mrs Dawson" She gestures towards an empty desk. I start to walk but she stops me with her hand. She presses her face close to mine and just sniffs me. Her eyes seem red for a brief moment and she regains her composure while the rest of the class laughs uncontrollably. Great another "wacko." I plop myself into the chair and someone taps me on the back.

"Wow you're the first student who's every been sniffed by a teacher. You have some special cologne or what?" Says a Crimson haired girl with a tongue ring.

"No. I don't know why she sniffed me."

"Hunny that was a rhetorical question. Were you homeschooled or something cause you don't seem accustomed to social rules." She pulls out a pack of gum and offers me a piece. I reach and grab it.

"Thanks. And I actually have been to a lot of schools. I just never made many friends so I never learned these '''social rules''' that you speck of." The gum tastes like apple pie. "This tast-"

"Class please be quiet!" Is what interrupts me. The teacher writes down some verbs and adjectives. When she turns around from the blackboard her gaze is immediately on me. Her eyes turn red again and she continues to write more verbs.

After an hour of copying sentences the bell finally rings. I rush out the door with the Crimson haired girl following me. I am just about to enter my next class when she grabs my arm. Reflexes kick in and I end up punching her.

"I'm so sorry!" I rush to help her up. "I have really quick reflexes."

"It's ok! Don't worry about it! I was going to give you my number. Thats another social rule: If you make a friend you give them your number." She writes with a pen her number and name. Echo Lake - 07700 900461. Wow I made a friend.

The next class was math. I didn't make any friends there or in any other classes. I did, however, make a friend at lunch. She's from the elementary school and her name is Cameron. After school I walk outside with her. All the other kids are being picked up by their parents. Suddenly she looks around and smiles.

"There's my uncle Ianto!" Ianto, where have I heard that name before. It's a vague vision in the back of my mind. The man is in a suit and is holding a coffee mug. Suit. Coffee. Those words burn inside my mind. "See you tomorrow!" She runs off and hugs him.

I don't want to go back home so I just wander around town. Slowly the sky gets darker and stars start to peek out. People go into their wam safe houses and hug their families, the others -like me- wander the streets aimlessly. Waiting for a purpose. Waiting for something to sweep them off their feet and show them the universe. I walk past the millenium centre. I stop and gaze at it, expecting something to jump out. But nothing does.

I look out at the stars again. I wonder if on one of the planets orbiting one of those tiny balls of light there's another world like this one: one where people sit around a table and tell people how their day went. One where people watch boxes with moving images on them to pass the time. One where people wear makeup and clothes because they can't stand to look at the way they were originally made. Those stars are already dead. Only their echo burns in the night. That's what I am, an echo.

I pass by pubs and stores that are starting to close. I walk past an alleyway, inside is someone familiar: Mrs Dawson my teacher. I should feel relieved that it is her, but I don't. The gaze in her eyes is almost rabid. Her neck is covered in scales and blood drips from her mouth. I run out into the streets hoping that there is people there. But no, only me and this creature that used to be my teacher. She can't be real. Creepy alien creatures don't exist. She lunges towards me. I barely dodge her.

She pins me down. The blood from her mouth drips on me and stings against my skin. This is definitely real. I punch her with my hand and force her off of me. I get up and run aimlessly away from her.

My ear drums pound. My lungs burn. I cannot keep running like this. I run through Rhoald Dahl pass and stop in front of the water pillar. Why am I stopping here? There's nothing here! But my mind tells me that help is here. The creature runs closer and closer to me and I cringe anticipating an attack. Suddenly out of thin air a man in a long coat holding a gun shoots her dead in between the eyes. She drops to the ground.

I stare up at him and my mind explodes in a cacophony:

Jack Harkness.

Gwen Cooper.

Toshiko Sato.

Owen Harper.

Ianto Jones.

Hub.

Aliens.

Torchwood.

I fall and he catches me in his arms.

"Jack, I remember."