The Girl of the Lost and Unclaimed

She wakes up on the school classroom floor in a body that doesn't truly feel like hers, wearing pink fabric that won't quite let go of her skin. The school is empty. Not locked — just empty, in a way that feels deliberate. She doesn't remember being anything before this. Just a vague, itching certainty that she used to be smaller. Simpler. Left somewhere on the floor by one of the former students and has never been picked up ever since. She found out that she is far from being the only one though. With all of them having the similar grim reasons and history as to why they have been left forgotten inside the school. None of them remember why they're here, only that leaving isn't as simple as walking out the doors — in fact it may be seemed that escape made be too impossible to overcome.  Every day she stays, she loses a little more of the shape she woke up in. She isn't sure anymore if she's becoming a person or just forgetting she was ever something else, or even a thing that was never meant to be real................ She needs to figure out what she is before there's nothing left underneath to find.