Catherine sat alone in her corner, holding onto the teddy bear that she always remembered having. For some reason that old, fuzzy thing always made her smile, almost reflexively. Then as a habit her brain would read her automatic grin as a sign of happiness, which then sent those right and good chemicals everyone learns about in high school throughout her body, making her feel better. Catherine couldn't recall any memories that would cause this, she wasn't going to question it though. She liked holding onto her teddy.

She would sit there for so long, face buried into that bear. She was waiting to grow up. Some of the neighbors thought she was wasting her time, but this little six year old knew better. When she's older she'll live her life more than anyone else.