This was my story. A story the whole country knew all too well. A massive blaze that left no survivors. None, except a little girl, who retained no memories prior to the day she was discovered.
It's strange having everyone know your life story. It's even worse being told the same story every time you meet someone new.
It's like the biggest game of 'Telephone' that's ever been played. The story is never told the same way twice.
"Oh, you were the girl drenched in blood at the construction site!" Wrong. I had a few cuts, but was no where near drenched in blood.
To be completely honest, I don't remember the day I was found all too much either. I remember bits and pieces, but it was such a long time ago, and i'd rather not remember that part of my life. Besides, who needs to remember something when you got a whole country to remember it for you.
Life's changed a lot since then. I'm not the quiet girl I once was. I'm pretty snarky for someone my age, but then again, most seventeen year olds aren't working for the government. Though it wasn't my choice, I don't think that I would belong anywhere else.
Let's just say, there's a few key things about me that would make it difficult to lead a normal life. One being my eyes. A bright emerald green with gold flakes. Such a unique color, I have to wear contacts when I go out to conceal my identity. Like I said, I don't care for the attention. But that's not all that's unique about them. It's what they let me see that makes them truly unique.
Nobody has been able to understand why i've been given this gift, let alone how. There's talk that it has something to do with when i was found. Some kind of government experiment gone wrong or something.
I guess they felt bad, but the government decided to take me in. Give me a home and keep me away from any science experiments in exchange for one thing: I have to work for them.
If only I had known exactly what kind of work they'd make me do. Maybe I'd have turned them down, but then again, there are times I enjoy myself.