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I'm not telling her that I'm her… Whatever. Too odd. I decided to leave school early. I've never ditched in my life, but judging by the fact that I suddenly had a five-year-old daughter over the course of half an hour, I'd say that this was an exception.

"Alright, in ya go," I motioned her into my house.

She walked in, hands in her pockets. She seemed like a toughie. Except for when it came to… Everyone but me and Robbie. A gust of reality suddenly wacked me on the side of the head and I shooed it away. This isn't reality, I'm living in a nightmare.

"You hungry?" I asked her, walking towards the kitchen.

"Thirsty," she replied simply.

"Okay…" I opened the fridge and speared a yoohoo box.

I watched her slowly sip from it. She had a million thoughts swirling through her head. I could tell.

"C'mon, we gotta talk," I said, grabbing my bag and heading upstairs, Skyla not far behind.

She plopped down on the center of my bed, looking up at me.

"All right…" I looked around my room. I came across my mini whiteboard and markers. "Okay," I drew a circle with the year 2027 in it and showed it to her. "This is where you're from."

Wait a minute… I was born in 2022. Crap, this must mean she's from a completely different life. A life where I was born in 1993. That must mean that I'm never going back. All hope is lost. But if I'm never going back, then that means that mom and dad never had me. And in that case, Skyla wouldn't be here either.

One step at a time. Skyla nodded in response to my previous statement.

"All right," I drew another circle with 2012. "This is where you are now. You went back fifteen years in the past."

"Cool…" Skyla said, amazed.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," I mumbled. I pulled out my phone again, flipping to the picture of my dad and mom. "Your grandparents?"

She nodded.

"They're my parents."

"But then…" she lifted her eyes to meet mine.

I smiled sheepishly. "Hey."

She scrambled off the bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I heard the click of the lock. I sighed and looked down at the whiteboard. My life is messed. Up. And so is hers. I set the board down on the bed and walked over to the bathroom. I rapped my knuckles against the wood lightly.

"Skyla, are you okay?"

"No!" she yelled back.

"Well, do you wanna talk about it?" I pleaded.

"No!"

"Well, I can tell you that it's gonna get pretty boring in there," I sighed.

After five minutes of standing, I realized that she wasn't gonna come out anytime soon. She was pretty stubborn. I knocked on the door again.

"You alive?"

No response. A wave of panic went through me.

"Knock once for yes and twice for no," I tried.

She knocked twice. Nice try, kid.

"Skyla, you're not fooling me."

Another minute.

"Are you hungry yet?"

"Yes," she groaned.

I smiled. "Then come eat something!"

"No!"

"Ugh," I shook my head, even though she couldn't see. "That's it!"

I was gonna give her at least a little time to come out, but I was worried. I don't know if there's any razors in there or anything. I took the bathroom key off my dresser and unlocked the door. She was sitting on the sink counter, arms crossed over her chest. She didn't acknowledge the fact that I was there.

"You need to work on your social skills," I told her.

"I do not," she pouted.

"Do you know what social skills are?" I asked.

She paused. "No."

"Look," I waited until I had her eyes. "You wanna be mad at the world, fine, but you can't be mad at me," I begged.

"Okay…"

"Here," I took the mini pack of airheads from my front skirt pocket and handed it to her. It may not be the healthiest lunch, but I honestly don't have a fridge in my bathroom. I decided to explain some stuff to her as she munched on a raspberry taffy. "Your dad? He doesn't know who you are. Your grandpa? He doesn't know who you are. Your grandma? She doesn't know who you are."

"Can you tell them?"

I smirked. "I can tell them you're Skyla," I said. "But they can't know anything else."

"Why not?"

"Because they belong here and you don't. Neither do I. But then again, if I belonged anywhere else, you wouldn't be here… Never mind," I stopped before I confused her even more.

"What am I supposed to do, mommy?" she slurred.

"Ya know what, why don't you call me Cat?" I blurted, still taking in the subject.

"Okay," she said, airheads coming out of her mouth. Classy.

"Why don't you…" I picked her up off the counter and dropped her on her feet. "Wait in there while I call grandma," I said, pointing to my room.

She shrugged, unable of caring less. "Kay."

Hmm. Selective stubbornness.

I called my mom's cell. She picked up on the third ring.

"Raccoon speaking."

"I'm sorry," I sighed.

"Yeah, I bet," I heard her laugh.

"I need your help with something."

"Oh yeah, Cat. Because it's my life mission to help you with everything," she replied sarcastically.

"I need you to help me babysit," I said, ignoring her comments.

"Yeah. Because I love children."

"I don't know…" I said. "I think you'd like this one," I said, stealing a peak of Skyla, who was now eating on my bed.

"Is she the one you had at school?"

"Maybe," I replied.

"Huh. I liked her boots."

"See? Bonding already," I responded cheerily.

"Cat…"

"Jade. You know you don't have plans," I cut in.

There was a moment of silence. "I'll be there."