Losing Your Memory

Prologue

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“Jonah come on!” I yell from downstairs. “We’re going to be late!” Jonah thought it was a good idea to go to a ten o’clock movie and he’s the one who’s taking forever to get ready?

            “I’m coming,” he says, finally walking down the stairs and slipping on a leather jacket. His black hair is spiked in the front and I wish I had his hazel eyes. Jonah snatches his keys off of the table by the door and yells goodbye to Mom and Dad before walking outside with me behind him.

            As I reach the door I pull to open it to realize it to be locked. I purse my lips together and glare at Jonah. He just thinks it’s so funny. I see him grinning from inside the car, knowing this ticks me off. After a few seconds of him not opening the door I start pulling on it multiple times. “Come on Jonah,” I whine. “It’s chilly out here.”

            Inside Jonah turns up the radio to a Nicki Minaj song and starts dancing to it. He even starts rapping to it. Once it got to the chorus and Jonah singing about how he’s got that “boom-badoom boom—super bass” he unlocks the door.

            “You do have a big butt,” I comment as I put on my seatbelt.

            Jonah’s smile is so wide it shows off his white teeth. “Why thank you.”

            The streets aren’t that crowded by this time of the night. Most people are home with their kids or got partying.

            “I have to tell you something,” Jonah says out of nowhere. I nod, giving him the okay to continue. I see his grip on the stirring wheel tighten. “I got a job out of town. It’s in Seattle.” Jonah graduated college two years ago and has been desperately searching for a job. “I know we all wanted me to find a job here, but there isn’t one that is hiring. I tried—all of them—but no luck. I found this job in Seattle and knew it’d be great.” When I don’t say anything for a few seconds I see him turn his head to look at me. “Riley? What do you think?”

            I swallow the lump in my throat. Jonah is my brother—my best friend. I can count on him to be there for me, but how can he when he’ll be states away? You’re being selfish. I am. I am being selfish. If this is what Jonah wants then I’ll support him, even if it’ll hurt seeing him leave. “I-I’m just a little in shock. Why didn’t you tell me you were looking further away?”

            “I don’t know. I didn’t want to make you stress about it.”