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October woke up from her sleep with a stare. Ever since her strange encounter, it seemed to be all she could dream about. Or just one other dream, one where she had the same face but a different name. She knew that it was the other her, but there was something different about the girl this time.

"Rose, who are you?" October sighed then rolled over to look at her ceiling, which had water marks from the constant leaking of a pipe in the attic, the one for whatever reason her father never got around to fixing it.

A knock at the door startled October. She nearly jumped out of her skin, but her heart settled after hearing that it was her father.

"October, are you up?'' Her father called, giving another knock at her door.

October laid there for a while.

He knocked on the door again. October made a small noise to let him know that she was.

October groaned after peeking at the alarm clock.

"It's way too early to get up!" She yelled out, then lay back down.

Today was her eighteenth birt