Chapter 1

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Memories play a very confusing role in our lives. They make us laugh when we remember the times we cried, but make us cry when we remember the times we laughed. I know that people remember me with smiles and laughs but unfortunately for me, I don't remember them or anything from the past year and a half. I just remember people telling me about them, but I still feel empty knowing that they are not telling me the full story.

The thing is that I have been told that almost a year and a half ago I experienced a tragic event that I couldn't get over. They refuse to tell me what happened though. I didn't sleep, eat, drink, they said I was like a Zombie or in other words, dead. After 16 months of not being myself, my parents took me to a doctor that erased my memory of everything that happened after the tragedy. Luckily for me, I restored my friendships, my grades, and even my tennis ability, but something is missing and I can't figure out what. I've tried to find out for the past month that I have been memory free. I read all of my old diaries, I rewatch the tv shows that my friends told me I was obsessed with, and I made everyone who has an important role in my life, tell me every single story or detail that has happened that wasn't worth forgetting, but I still can't put my finger on it.

You see, I'm ordinary in every other way possible. There is nothing special about being 5'2, having wavy dark brown hair and hazel green eyes with a fair complexion, wanting to get to know people and wanting to go for adventures, but what is special about me is that I am dedicated to find my missing piece no matter how long it takes.

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