"Wait, so, let me get this straight... You really don't know who you are or how you got here?"
I was getting irritated with this question, it kept reiterating how feeble and dumb I sincerely was, so I answered, "And you're really a mind-reading weirdo who's living room I just so happened to land in?" His face deflated to nothing but a defeated smirk and he exclaimed, "OKAY, how about we get you some real clothes and call... someone to get you straightened out?-" He poked me in the small of the back as if scooting a dirty animal away from his presence.
I agreed to getting new clothes to replace the thin robe that still hung faithfully on my shoulders, but I needed to make my point clear before I left him alone with a phone. "Please don't call the police... please???" Second thoughts riddled his expression, but in the end my adoring puppy-dog eyes must have won him over.
"FINE! But we're still getting you real clothes! I will see you dressed if it's the last thing I do!- I mean- ahhh- that came out wrong-..." I couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous failed attempt at comedy. In any other environment, I probably would've taken this comment offensively, but coming from Mikah.. it didn't seem horribly intrusive.. I actually found it kind of cute.
Get a hold of yourself, Lindsay.
An immediate question popped into my mind, "But what am I going to change into?!"
"There's a box in the top of the closet, it's got some.. old- old stuff in it. She.. she doesn't use it anymore. See if any of it fits you."
The phone rang, and he had no more words for me. With a wave of his hand and a shake of his head, he bid me goodbye and I ventured down the hall to find myself this box.
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That's All
Teen FictionIt all started when I woke up. A strange place, a strange man, but how did I get here? Who am I? Who is my friend and who can I trust? Can I rely on anyone? The only thing I know for sure is I am Lindsay, and that's all.
