Awakening

The girl in the photo on her wall blinked. Again. But Lucy Benedict didn’t notice. She never noticed.

The faded image of the unknown girl, also seventeen, same as Lucy, hung on her bedroom wall next to the door. It was an inside joke amongst Lucy and her friends, each of them having one of their own, random photos they found at a garage sale that they thought were “so adorable”. They facetiously referred to them as their spirit sisters and gave each of them a name, Lucy calling hers Samantha.