Janice stared after her daughter as she left with the new girl... Katie, was it? She was terrible at remembering names, but something about the girl struck her as odd. She'd gotten a flash of something, like a memory, of a boy who looked remarkably like her daughter Taylor and a girl who looked very much like the one Taylor had left with. The only differences were her hair color and breast size. Were they somehow related? "Hm," she mumbled to herself, "Just a thought, that's all. My imagination is running away from me... and dragging me along kicking and screaming for the ride."
Smiling despite herself at the image, Janice continued unpacking, letting her mind run free. It'd make a great story if she were a half-decent writer. Past lives reunite; a boy and girl, best of friends, somehow find their way back to each other time and time again in different forms. "It could've been Dad," she mused, smiling. No way it was true, anyway.
