Can Love Overcome Amnesia?

Chapter 2: Sudden Departure

*After 3 Years*

~Josh~

I flopped on my bed facedown and rolled on my back. Today was a tiring day. Annie and I went horsebackriding today and she beat me! Is there anything that girl can't do?!

I sighed as I pulled out my laptop from under my bed. I have like two, one's on my desk and the other stays under my bed just in case I get moments like this where I get too lazy to walk 5 steps to my desk.

As I waited for it to power up, my eyes passed my latest report card. I picked it up and scanned the grades that I had already memorized the day it came in the mail. Straight C+'s as always. Except for Math. I have a D there.

When we were 8 I remember Annie telling me how much I suck at Math. I think she's still right about that. I glared at the paper as if it was its fault and chucked the thing across my room, making the place appear messier than it already is.

My room was painted a sky blue color, the exact same shade as Annie's eyes. It was the first color that popped in my mind when my dad asked me what color I want my room to be. All around my room was a series of DVD's, videogames, videogame systems, soccer posters, soccer tickets, and scattered clothes.

There in the corner were the remains of my broken XBox 360. It was the one Annie dropped 3 years ago when she tried to convince me that she had "enough strength to carry this stupid thing." She, of course, dropped it which resulted to a shouting match between the two of us. Had our parents not interfered we probably could've argued till the next day.

There were also several soccer balls, each more deflated than the other from my constant kicking. I was 6 when I first played with a soccer ball, and it was then that I realized that it was going to be my "thing" as I grow up.

Annie, of course, is good in soccer as well, but she prefers tennis. She says that its easier for her to put all her strength in her arms. When I gave a witty comeback that she doesn't have any strength at all I ended up having a large bruise on my back with the shape of a tennis racket. Guess she developed strength after all those times of pushing my four wheelers in an attempt to hide it from me.

I blinked out of my reverie as my laptop's screen brightened up. I logged in on my IM and checked to see if Annie was online. I groaned as I saw the little bubble next to her name white instead of yellow. She must still be horsebackriding. I swear she has more stamina than a regular 11 year old.

Just as I turned my computer off, there was a loud knock on my door and my parents came in.

Uh-oh. They didn't look very happy. Maybe they found out about the goal he failed to score last week? Or maybe they found out that I "borrowed" the keys to the shed so I can check if Annie hid my four wheeler there. Or maybe--

"Why do you have a D in Math?" My father demanded.

That was totally my next guess.

"I just gotta retake a test and it'll go up," I mumbled, averting my eyes to the floor .

"Joshua Michael Williams," my mother glared and crossed her slender and tanned arms. I winced. I never liked my full name. I'm known as Josh Williams. Period.

"I'm being serious here!" I argued and crossed my own arms.

My father sighed as he sat next to me and put his arm around me. Uh-oh, this really can't be any good. My dad and I never have "moments" like this. According to him, we should "take things like a man."

"Your mother and I believe that we have found a solution on your struggles in math. And with your other classes," my father said and exchanged a look with my mother. She nodded and was about to lean against the wall when she saw several brown stains and remained standing upright instead.