<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jenny - Jenny's bedroom</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jenny took one long and deep breath and laid on her bed. Remembering, remembering. Memories that started only after the accident. Only when she was already at the hospital. The bed, mom and dad there, and no word on how exactly the accident had happened. She would have loved to know. No words on that house she currently lived in, either. Some shreds of memories made their way into her mind every now and then. Yet, every time they came, a blinding headache interrupted the thread of her memories. As though something she didn't want to remember was in there. Was there something terrible? What could it be? Could she have been abused as a child? No, probably not. Mother and Father were really nice people. She had been sent to a new school after the accident, according to mother, so she could start fresh. People there were nice too. Maybe she had been mistreated at the old school and Mother wanted to spare her painful memories she didn't have?<br/><br/>Jenny took a deep breath. Her mind tried hard. Jumping off the bed, Jenny started pacing back and forth. Her mind trying to focus on school. "School. The old school, not the new one. I can't remember. Did something bad happen there? I know there was another school, somewhere else, before Witchbridge. I saw it in the papers at home. What was it? What happened in the school?" There were only a few photos of her in uniform. It was a nice uniform. A dark red for the girls. She was unsure of the color of the boys' uniforms. There were no pictures. <br/><br/>"You look like a big flower in that skirt", she said to herself. "Who said that? Someone close to me. I was sitting somewhere. On the floor. And he... it <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> a he... said I looked like a flower. Why can't I remember?" With a frustrated moan, Jenny sat on the bed and picked up a book she had brought up from the library. What good was it to try and remember things she could never fully grasp?</div>