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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~9 Years Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'

My name is Remi Maye. My dad owns a half-way house for troubled children and orphans, where they can stay until they are taken into foster care or adopted by a loving family. My favorite color is sky blue. I'm good at math, but my favorite subject is reading. I am 16 years old.

This is about all i know about myself. But i'm still learning. Now, i know i live in Leighwood South Carolina, and i go to Leighwood High school, Home of the mighty Gators. My best friends are Amy Wickerson and Scott Liane. The standard things that most people know about one another is all i know about myself.

They say i'm mature for my age, that i learn quickly, but i'm irrational and use my gut more than logic. That's what my therapist says. It scares me that she knows more about me than I do.

When i was 10 years old, i was in a car accident. No one died of course. Well, except for me. Or the former me, who i used to be. In the accident, i was flung through the windsheild and suffered major brain damage. I had a concussion and was in a coma for 3 weeks. When i woke up i couldn't remember anything. Not even who i was, where i was, or what day it was.

Now i know the basics. It took me a while to accept the more personal things. Everything was new and different and scary. I felt like a baby, but even a baby knows it's parents. It almost killed my dad when i asked him who he was and panicked when he told me.

I'm aware of things, like i have wavy red/brown hair and brown eyes. I'm 5'3, short for my age and my favorite food is strawberries. My favorite band is The Fray and my favorite song is Run For Your Life. And it took me six years to figure this out.

When i get home from school I help my dad prepare the meals for the kids in the house nowadays. Theres Sophie, who he adopted sometime around my amnesia to help me remember things. She'd been in the house a long time before than, for cutting herself. Her father used to beat her and she had anxienty, but i loved her like a real sister. And that i know for a fact.

There's also Drehy. He's been an orphan since birth and is used to half-way hopping, so he calls it. We're not sure how long he'll be here, but i'll be sad to see him leave. He's only 12, but he's funny and cheers me up when i'm down. And i don't like change.

Then there's Gracie and Gwyen, the twins from Colorado, who are hoping to get into a decent foster home after their last one burned down mysteriously. Or that's their story anyway. The police are still looking into it. Their little devils, only 14 years old but drop dead gorgeous, with long blonde locks and baby blue eyes ringed by dark lashes. They could get away with murder with just a bat of their lashes if they wanted to.

Everyone in the house has their little issues. It makes me feel normal almost.

School is different though. School is an emotional rollercoaster. The anxiety you get when someone you've never seen before -or don't remember seeing anyway- come up and say their your best friend, or god forbid your boyfriend. Trust me, i know from experiance, a girl with amnesia is easy to take advantage of.

Not to mention the bullying. It's not so bad, since i don't remember knowing these girls personally, but it still stings when that say things about you. Especially if you can't even remember if their true or not. For all you know, all of those terrible things they say you did, or are, could be absolutely true. It's absolutely nerve racking.

But i would never tell my father. He just seems so fragile. I know my mother is dead, that has to be apart of it. When I think about it, it tears me apart that i can't even remember the woman who gave birth to me. My body remembers though, and my chest physically aches when i see a picture of her, or my dad tells me a story of her. His chocolate brown eyes always look sad.