The air of the police car was dusty and cold. The seats were fine, but I wasn't completely sure what I was doing here. The man tried to explain to me what was happening, but he sounded as if he was talking to a newborn. I have been on this planet for four years, almost five, and Daddy taught me so many things so many times that they were all instinctual knowledge.

     I didn't know where I was going. The man said that I was going to a "special place" for smart young girls. So was this a foster home? Was this an orphanage? Was this a mental asylum? I didn't know which one it was. I also didn't know what "normal" kids - if there ws such thing - already know since everyone seemed to be treating me like an idiot.

     At least, that's what it felt like.

     The officer had the radio on with the popular songs of this generation. I didn't understand it. All of this made me feel stupid! All these songs were about boyfriends, crushes and breakups. When I was with Daddy, he always played songs about standing up for yourself, what will you do once everything's over, look ahead in the future, and knowing what you are doing with your life, good or bad. But all of these songs were all overly dramatic. They made it sound like as if they were crying over nothing!

     I didn't know, all of these things are just so sudden and confusing. Daddy was with me ever since I have remembered. He taught me everything I know. I always imagined that he will help me out whenever I needed it. He always had.

     The officer didn't say anything during the ride. Maybe it's better that way. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to talk about anything.

     I clutched my hand tighter around the over-sized sleeve. After getting consciousness back, I insisted that I kept the jacket. It will keep me warm, and it is the last thing I have that will remind me of Daddy.

     They wouldn't let me go back home, saying that I wouldn't want to. Apparently home is a bad place now. What happened to "home sweet home"?

     The officer stopped by a small building, in front of a large gate, and rolled down the window. I didn't bother looking over, but I heard some sort of speaker thing with a woman asking questions. "Yes, I have the child Mayflower Hayans. M-A-Y-F-L-O-W-E-R, space, H-A-Y-A-N-S." The speaker mumbled something else, "Long light brown hair and light brown eyes. Four years of age." I stopped paying attention once she started stating her name and a bunch of numbers.

     The gates opened, and the officer drove up the road. The building at the end of the road was huge. It looked like a college! Is this a school?

     The officer parked in front of the circular driveway. She helped me out of the car - I didn't need it, but I let her anyways - and I followed her into the building.

     We walked up to the front desk area. Another woman was sitting behind it, seemingly young. I couldn't tell since the desk was so tall. The officer took a seat, and I took mine. The seats were more like stools, tall and wooden. I didn't mind too much.

     The woman looked at us, sitting up straight with cheery eyes. "Hello, welcome to the Wallflower Orphanage for girls. We got a call that Mayflower will be joining us." She started, "Is that you?" She directed at me.

     I looked at her in the eyes, forcing a smile, "Yes, but what am I doing here?" I asked. I didn't want to sit here and pretend to know what was happening when really I'm completely lost.

     The woman raised an eyebrow. She looked over at the officer, "Didn't they explain this before you set off?" She questioned.

     Daunted, the officer scratched the back of her neck, "Well, she was told that she was going to a place for special young girls. They decided that she wouldn't be able to handle the truth."

     You don't even know me. I thought. "Just because I'm four years old doesn't mean that I'm an idiot." I stated.

     "Young people are smarter than we think." The woman started again, "And looking through her files, I saw that she is a gifted student, having an IQ of 144."

     Wait, an IQ? What does that mean? Is that good? "Her father was an exponential history teacher, and I'm guessing that he found a way to teach children from birth to make her as smart as she is now." I smiled at the thought of Daddy being respected by these people, whoever they were.

     The woman sighed, "It's a shame that his studies couldn't be finished." I was barely paying attention to the woman anymore. All I know is that Daddy was amazing, and that he will always be the greatest person on Earth!

     The woman turned her gaze back towards me, "You can call me Willow, and this is the Wallflower Orphanage. We take in and care for children without parents from all ages from newborns to teens until they are either all grown or adopted by appropriate parents." She started, "While the children are with us, we give them superior education. Our technique has resulted in gifted geniuses around the world. In fact, your dad was born and raised here."

     I lifted my chin, "That's cool!" I exclaimed. Another thought tugged at my mind. "But, didn't you say that this place was just for girls when we just came in?"

     Willow met my gaze calmly, "This orphanage used to be for all children. But later on the faculty decided that it would be better if the boys and girls were separated for space reasons." She began, "True, this building seems large, but it's really not considering how many rooms we need for personal space without overcrowding."

     I nodded, "Oh yeah, that makes sense. And all those rooms for learning too!" I said. This place doesn't seem too bad. Daddy was from here, so this must be a great place!

     "All the boys were moved to Rhode Island. The woman in charge before me had strong connections there, so she found a large property for a decent price." Willow went on, "And it's great! The building even has air conditioning, and we just got ours two years ago."

     Oh poo, this is starting to be too much to take in... My head started to hurt, "So what are we going to do now?" My eyes, slowly growing heavier, were getting tired.

     "Ah yes. You may be brilliant, but you are still physically young." Willow said. She stood up, "I will take you to your room. There you can meet your room mates."

     She started to walk towards a door on the wall towards my right. I hopped off the stool and followed her, "How many room mates are there?" I asked.

     "Three others. You all are about the same age, only a couple years difference at most, and similar mental strength." Willow explained, "Here we are careful about who we put our children with. We spent many hours comparing personalities and compatibilities."

     I yawned, "That's great. And how about my stuff?"

     "I will have someone bring your bags to your room later. Right now I just need you to get to know your room mates. We can worry about uniforms later." Wait, what? Uniforms? I'm not doing that! But I didn't feel like complaining. I was too tired.

     After walking through seemingly endless halls, Willow finally stopped at a door, "Here's your room!" She said happily. She opened the door and walked in, leaving me to follow her.

     The room was actually bigger than I thought it would be. It was rather spacious with two bunk beds, located on opposite sides towards the walls bordering the windowed ones. There were two windows, both about a foot and a half from each bed ladder.

     The walls were blue, probably so that the color would put less stress on the brain than red. Daddy and I watched a video of how red colors slowly make people more stressed or aggressive.

     There were also wooden storage things in between the windows, which I am guessing is for clothing with the four drawers in each one of them. Im guessing the drawers will be spacious since Willow said something about uniforms.

     "Rosemary! Rebecca! Courtney! I want all of you to meet Mayflower, your new room mate!" Willow introduced me. One of the kids, guessed about five, looked down from the top bunk on the left and smiled at me. She had long messy black hair and reddish-brown eyes, and her smile told me that she's ready to talk my ear off once Willow leaves.

     Another girl was on the bottom bunk of the bed on the right, reading a book with a book light. I guessed she was about six years old. She looked up, smiled, and went back to reading the book. Her long red hair neatly hung over her left shoulder, which was closer to the wall, and freckles lightly dotted her cheeks. Her sky-blue eyes scanned the pages, but I couldn't tell how she was feeling.

     The third girl was on top of the bunk above the red-haired girl. Her black hair was short, and looked more like a dude's haircut, honestly. I guessed again that this girl was six, and she smirked mischievously. Her dark blue eyes glowed, but she didn't seem mean.

     "Make sure she feels welcomed, and when she feels awake explain how this all works." Willow ordered, sounding professional, "I expect all of you to treat her fairly. Just because she's the youngest," she glared at the short-haired girl, "doesn't mean she's any less smarter than you. Other than that, you're all set. Just don't forget that someone will be bringing Mayflower's bags in." Willow turned, gently laid her hand on my shoulder, and left through the door.

     As soon as the door was closed, the girl with the long black hair jumped - legit, jumped - from the top bunk and basically flopped onto the ground. I flinched. Is that safe? Probably not. I heard her squeak, but she sat up and pushed her hair back, "The name's Courtney. I don't know you, but you seem smart! Did you know that as you grow older, you won't remember anything before the age of four?" The girl, Courtney, started to blabber. Oh wait, what?

     "Courtnu you dope, that's only a myth!" The bookworm snapped, "Listen here, May-May, don't listen to Courtney's derpy 'facts'. She found them online in the computer room when she decided she had nothing better to do." She slid a bookmark into her book and closed it, "My name's Rosemary, by the way." So this girl's also named after a plant. She seems smart. Rosemary stood up and stretched, "But if you really want to, you can call me Rose. But don't call me Mary. It doesn't fit me." She added.

     "Hey, let the girl speak! She just got here!" Courtney spat. Well that was a bit sudden...

     "Well if she's quiet, it ain't my fault!" Rose spat back. What? I didn't get a-

     "It's because she didn't get a chance!" Courtney glared at Rose, "Do you remember when I first came here? You thought I was quiet, but look at me now!" She looked at me, "So, what's up with you, kid?"

     I looked around, "I don't really know." I started, quietly sighing, "All I know is that I'm here for some reason, but I can't really do anything about it." No way am I telling them about Daddy!

     Courtney took a deep breath, "Ah well. You're here now, so why not make the best of it!"

     I smiled, This Courtney person seems nice. A bit snappy, but I like her! I looked back at Rosemary, She's nice too, but maybe I should get to know her more slowly...

     I then looked up at the short-haired girl, "Then I'm guessing your name is Rebecca?" I asked.

     "Yup!" The girl answered, "Just like Willow said, you are a smart one, remembering the names that she said after only hearing them once," she paused to look down at me, "unless she already told you how awesome I am, 'cause then you'll already know that you should look up to me, me being the smartest and all!" She said smugly.

     "PFHWAHAHAHH!!! Smartest?" Courtney started, "The other day you got scared of a black piece of fuzz in the shower, thinking it's a spider!" She said and ended up in another laughing fit.

     Rose chuckled, "And not just a spider, a tarantula!" She added and joined Courtney. I chuckled myself, Mistaking a piece of fuzz for a tarantula? So much for the "smartest"!

     Rebecca glared at the two, "Hey, come on! She just got here!" She argued.

     Rose was wiping tears from her eyes, "Yeah, so she better know that you are actually an idiot!" That took just enough time to get it all out before returning to her hysterical laughter.

     Rebecca rolled her eyes, "And that was one time!"

     "A one time thing is still a thing!" I said. Courtney and Rosemary started to laugh harder, and I joined them. Rebecca glared at us for about ten seconds, but then joined us. Before you know it, all of us were laughing over something stupid. Surprisingly, to me, it was fun! Maybe this place won't be so bad after all!