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Complicated. That was the right word, when it came to describing Amy's life. Her father, worked for the Navy, being re-stationed every once in a few months...sometimes a year or two. Amy couldn't get used to one single place, as her home. Once she got to see, different places. It was also irritating, as she lost a few friends, any time she moved. Not to mention, never having a proper mother figure in her life. Her mom, died when Amy was really young. After her dad re-married. Things seemed to go down hill. Her step mother, didn't seem to care about her at all...often complaining due to Amy's social awkwardness and issues.

The pair did not get on. Amy tried to like her...of course she did. Mostly for her father's sake. But it was just not happening.

It was a slow, afternoon in the book shop where Amy was working. Books, she loved books. To read, to feel drawn into another world. It always calmed her down. She felt a slight tingling against her skin...Walking to one part of the shop, there was a small bathroom used by the staff. She lifted up her shirt to inspect herself. Amy blinked in surprise, when she saw a mark on her chest. It resembled a book. But it seemed to be source of the tingling and slight discomfort she was feeling.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere. Amy flinched. It was as if someone had lashed her with a belt...she looked a little panicked. Wondering, where the sudden, unexpected source of pain came from. Her heart raced inside of her chest,beating rapidly. The discomfort and pain written over her features. But she also felt confused.