Oblivion of Memory

Chapter 5:

Peter POV

We printed a map and figured out that the boarding school actually wasn't that far from here. Now, we were ready to hit the road. I told Klara how she could tell me the direction by looking at the map. 

I don't remember most of the things from my childhood. All I remember is going to school and playing outside. Dad used to love going outside, until my parents got a divorce and now I don't see my dad. When I was about 10 my family and I moved to the community. Now I barely remember what the outside world was like. 

I must've blocked it back into my mind somewhere that I couldn't find it. 

Now, things like maps and computers are all coming back. Driving was something fun. I used to see my parents drive cars all the time and play car games, but it was my first time driving.

 I didn't tell Klara that because I knew it would've made her freak out. She doesn't like seeing me uncomfortable, so I just made it so she couldn't notice. It was sad to see most of our lives packed in the old white pick up truck, but we would make do. 

While Klara was inside grabbing pens and some paper for the map, I went outside to start the truck.

Outside there was a police car parked side by side with my car. I went in and started the car. This couldn't be good. Were they going to catch me for car thievery? I mean it was the same town. How efficient could these cops be?

I was about to put the car in reverse, when the cops said, "Isn't that O'l John's car?" You know, I thought, this was my free ticket to Virginia State penitentiary. I don't know why I feel smug about going to jail, but content is a word I would use.

Klara comes out and ties her shoe. Just then I decided to turn myself in. I get out of the car and go up to the cops in their open hatch Jeep and say, "I have decided to turn myself in. I stole that car. I point to the truck.

Guess I'm not going to Lakeside Boarding school after.

Just like that, everything goes by in a flash. I am put in the back of the Jeep police car and driven to the country jail for my hearing.

Klara's POV

My whole life just got taken away. The other cop took away the Truck as evidence and then I was left with the shoes on my feet and a map that led to Lakeside Boarding school. If I needed to, I would walk.

I started on the road in the direction that I was supposed to go and realized that Virginia is much more different than the desert and has more trees than I can count. They were different colored and it was somewhat eerie to look at. I didn't know what could be hiding deep within the woods. There were many different trees and a few wild flowers in the brushery. A few miles later, I was closer to the school. 

The turn that I was supposed to go into was gated. I saw a car come through and press a button, which made the door open. I went over to the button and waited for the gate to open, but suddenly the box started talking. It said, "Hello deary, what is your name?"

"Klara Normandy."

"Ah yes, the orphan. Why are you not riding in a car?"

"I walked from the train station."

"Oh,"she said in a slightly startled tone, "You could've called for a car, you know?"

"I know, but they cost money."

"Oh, I mean the ones from the school deary." Gosh, it is tough not having Peter here. I hope he's doing alright. The gate buzzed and then started to open. "I'll meet you up at the front. Now walk on up."