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She hadn't a clue where she was going. She was unable to fly and slightly injured. She was alone without anyone to guide her.

Well, not completely aimless.

She perked and looked up. A relieved smile graced her features.

"You're here! Thank goodness....Ah, technically aimless is right. Though a simple, alone, is fine.", she said.

Dudley noted.

"Duly, actually. Dudley is the masculine name meaning "People's field" in Irish. Duly is pronounced duel-ly. Dudley is pronounced dud-le-e.", she corrected.

Thank you Wordgirl.

She frowned and looked down at the ground. She twisted her body in an uncomfortable manner. The narrator questioned if she was okay.

She glanced to the side and mumbled that she wasn't Wordgirl right now, her name is Becky. The narrator acknowledged this and corrected his words.

The narrator questioned where she was going and what she would do.

"I'm going to go home, hopefully I can rest and figure out what to do next.", Becky said.

She listened to narrator do his dramatic speech to figure out the directions to a road her could recognize. Once the narrator was done, she had the information she needed and started walking.

It was dark and the streets seemed slightly more dirty than usual. She worried.

Becky made it home and knew the door would be locked because of how dark it was getting. The sun was almost out of sight.

Becky rang the doorbell and waited while rocking back and forth. Soon, the door was opened. Her mom smiled kindly at her before speaking.

"Why hello there! I'm Mrs. Botsford. What's your name?", a woman with short hair said.

Becky froze, dread filling her as her body temperature dropped. Her smile tightened.

"I'm....I'm Becky......uh.....do you...", she stopped talking.

She didn't know what was happening- it's almost like the nightmare she had. She didn't want to believe any of this is happening. She knew her parents can be forgetful like with the fact they forgot they adopted her; she had no doubt in her mind they would never forget they had a daughter.

Becky knew they wouldn't forget her on purpose. She needed to calm down and say something.

"You know what? I'm sorry to be a bother so late. I'll just... g-go home! Yeah. Home. Haha.....", she anxiously shifted back.

Mrs. Botsford watched her run off in confusion. She felt a ping in her heart. Once Becky was out of sight, she closed the door.

"Who was that honey?", asked a joyful man.

Mrs. Botsford replied with a, "I don't know.", she turned.

The joyful man wore a worried expression when he saw his wife's face. He ran up to her and gently held her shoulders.

"Goodness gracious! Honey, what happened? You're crying......", the man said.

Mrs. Botsford touched her cheek and confirmed there were tears.

"I-I don't know.... There was a little girl at the door. Then she left all of a sudden. Watching her leave in such a hurry... it....", Mrs. Botsford said.

Her husband hugged her and rubbed her back in comfort.

"It hurt. Like I shouldn't have let her go... like.... I just lost something precious.", she explained.

A boy watched them from the living room. He looked on with confusion and slight worry. His mother was crying after all.

Oh what a tragedy! What will Becky do now? Why has her mother forgotten her? Has anyone else forgotten her too? Is there anyone out there that even remembers who she is? Find out next time on Wordgirl: Identify.
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Bye.