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Three months ago, I woke up in a ditch with no memories at all. I didn’t know my name, how old I was or even where I was. I had absolutely no idea who I was, no that’s a lie. I knew one thing: I had a secret. Not sure what it was, but if someone found out that secret it would go very bad for me.

Since then, I have been given a name and a house to live in with five other people. A woman named Sayge, a man named Woo Min and he was from another country. They had identical twin boys who I could not tell apart and don’t know their names. The only thing I can use to tell them apart is one can rap while the other can sing like its no ones business. Sayge guessed that they were around my age, but she doesn’t know. The fifth is another boy who could be my age, he is ten months older than the twins and he can sing and play the piano and guitar and speak five languages and dance. I think his name is Henri, but I can not be sure unless some one says his name.

I hated the name they gave me, so I insist every one calls me DIAN. The leaders in the school I was forced to go to hate that, but I don’t care. They believe that I am eighteen, but the tests they have to determine age doesn’t work on me. Also, my DNA doesn’t register and my fingerprints are not in any system. When they said they were putting my prints into a system I said no. It took lots of arguing, but since I hadn’t done anything wrong and had Sayge and Woo Min on my side they weren’t put into the system.

Two days ago was the first day of school after some holiday break and I found out what my secret was. I was in some physical education class with other whining fourth years, seniors. The twins were in my class with me, so I knew a total of two people. We were running on an out door trail and I had a girl on my tail.

She boasts that she is the fastest in the class, but I was minutes ahead of her and she did not like it. When she was able to catch up to me, she shoved my shoulders off the path and I shot towards a bolder, which ended up dislocating my elbow. I was waiting for the pain to shoot through me, but I was just sitting on the muddy ground holding my arm when the twins came up.

“Are you alright DIAN?” Speaking wasn’t one of the things I enjoyed, so I just looked down at my arm.

“What did you do?” One knelt down and grabbed my wrist. “This may hurt.” He jerked my hand forward, popping the joint back into place. Still, there was no pain.

“Are you alright?” The first one asked again. I nodded and got to my feet. A group of people were coming around a bend, so I started down the path again. The twins shadowed me the whole way, even when I pushed my self to catch the girl and when I blew past her; they stayed three steps behind me.

At the school, the twins didn’t say anything to the ‘teacher’, so no one knew what happened except me.

That night when I got home, I jumped off the roof of the third story. When I hit the ground, there was a nasty crunch, but I got up and walked back to my room. My ankles didn’t look broken, but there was a faint mark like a had a cut there weeks ago. I knew I hadn’t.