There's a Ghost in Your Bedroom.. (OPEN)

Aimem was staring into the water, biting onto his lower lip. He liked to look at his reflection; it made him feel normal, but he knew he was not, no matter what he did.. His lips pursed as he huffed at his reflection.

To be normal he needed parents, but he was too old for parents - he was sure. Yes, in all reality he was old, but mentally and physically he was five - even though his mental state sometimes showed his true age.

He leaned to dip his fingers into the water, grinning slightly at the ripples he made.

"Hi!" He peered up at the stranger. Like many of the children from the academy, he did not fear strangers - they were on an entire island of people like them. So why should they fear. "Who're you?" He inquired, staring upward as he slowly dipped his hand back into the water.

"Do not like other children."

His reply was blunt; and certainly unlike that of a five year old. Then again, he was not really a five year old, was he?

He glanced up for a moment, before shrugging. "I like being alone. It's quiet."