AMELIA

The first challenge is getting accustomed to everything new. The advanced smartphones, the changes in the city that made me feel lost though I was raised in it, an apartment.

I thought to myself as the car pulled to a stop in front of a small building that had a large sign in front of it.

‘For The Specials And For The Lost’

My brows pulled together as I turned to look at Vincent with a questioning gaze.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“A place where those clothes would be much appreciated,” He replied, gesturing at the large luggage behind us. I nodded, strangely I trusted the man.

Maybe because he was the first friend I was making since I woke up or maybe it was just his smile.

Somehow I knew I could trust Vincent.

The place turned out to be a home for kids who had aged out of the system and had no means to go on. Kids my age, or at least, the age I remembered. They reminded me of myself, being all alone with no one, with no favors, no luck.

Vincent and I were welcomed warm