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━━ chapter one crash course for the amnesiac ( jason )
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before we start this chapter, it is important to know i changed nevaeh's name to savreen. i didn't mean to anglicise her, that was far from my intent, so i changed her name. i'm really sorry. please forgive me?
━━Let's get one thing straight: even before Jason got electrocuted, he was having a terrible day.
He would tell you how he got to this position of waking up on a bus sitting next to and holding hands with a girl he's never met (that wasn't necessarily the terrible part because she was really cute), except, he has absolutely no idea how he got here. He just woke up, on a bus seat, with a pounding headache and━is that gum on the back of that seat? Oh, that's kind of gross. It made sense though, because he's pretty sure he's on a school bus since a few dozen kids were sprawled in the seats in front of him. They listened to Ipods, talked or were sleeping. They all looked around his age ... fifteen? Sixteen? Okay, that's scary. He didn't know his own age.
His seat jolted as the bus rumbled along a very bumpy road. Jason rubbed his eyes, trying to think as he gazed out of the window. A desert rolled by under a brilliant bright blue sky━um, Jason doesn't think he lives in the desert. (Does he?) He tried to think back ... the last thing he remembered...
The girl beside him squeezed his hand. "Jason, you okay?"
Her voice was like honey━that was the first thing he realised. Looking at her, his heart did a ka-thump! She wore faded jeans, hiking boots and a fleece snowboarding jacket. Her hair was brown, rich like chocolate, and cut so it was choppy uneven━as if she had just slashed it with a knife. She wore no make-up, like she was trying not to draw attention to herself, but it didn't work. She was absolutely gorgeous. And her eyes━they changed colour, like a kaleidoscope from brown, to blue, and to green, and even pink and a tinge of burnt orange.
Jason let go of her hand, and already missed the warmth it had brought. "Um, I don't━"
"All right, cupcakes, listen up!"
Jason jumped, eyes snapping to the front of the bus. A teacher had shouted to the group of kids, and he was obviously a coach━but a very small coach. He couldn't be more than five-foot, which was hilarious to see. His baseball cap was pulled low over his hair, so Jason could only just see his beady eyes. He was sporting a whispy goatee and a sour face, like he had eaten something rotten. His buff arms and chest pushed against a bright orange polo shirt. His nylon workout pants and Nikes were spotless white. A whistle hung from his neck, and a megaphone was clipped to his belt. When he stood up in the aisle, one of the students called, "Stand up, Coach Hedge!"
