• Prologue





    She stared eye-leveled at the empty bottle that reflected exactly what her personality was like. Blank. She was foreign to everybody including her mother and herself. The girl took out a few more bottles, but this time they were full, full of messages of her life. They weren’t happy messages though. They recorded her past and all the schools she went to. Her life contained seven bottles, seven schools, seven siblings, one mother, and no father.