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A scavenger. A person who scavenges. Scavenges everything that's anything.

This particular scavenger, a girl at the ripe old age of ten, doesn't do it on purpose, doesn't realise that what she does has a name. She just looks. Looks for things that catch her eye, things that give off that spark that sometimes she thinks only she can see. She gets it anyway she can, but once she's seen it, that particular object, she doesn't let it go. She tracks it down and takes it, because if only she can see that spark, then it's obviously meant to belong to her.

She pays no mind to what the object is. It may be something as insignificant as a jacket button in a shop window or a car number plate. She once got in trouble because someone thought that she wasn't allowed to take their door bell. She asked, curious as to whether they could see the spark, the one that caught her eye, and they looked at her in a not very nice way. She didn't appreciate it. She waited until they left and then she came back and took it. It was hers after all, why shouldn't she have it?

She tries to ignore it sometimes, tries to find something similar, something that wouldn't get her into trouble or danger, but it never works. It has to have that spark otherwise it nags at her. Whenever she closes her eyes, she can see it, see that spark.

Once she has it, she hides it, so that no one can take it from her. She hides it where even her ever questioning mother can't find it. It doesn't have to be in her room, or even in her house. She's hidden things everywhere. There's loads of things under the playground at the local park. However, she never hides two objects in the same place, never. Otherwise, if someone finds one object, they might find two or more instead. That can't be had. Her things can't be found. If they were, then people would take that spark away and they wouldn't know because only she can see it, you know. That spark.