Dodgeball amnesia

Dodgeball amnesia chapter 9

Recap

I look at Kyle as he lowly leans toward me.

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He blinks suddenly, and blushes. "Are you free on Friday?" He asks, suddenly Leaning back into the seat. "... Yeah, why?" I answer. "Would you go on a date with me?" At the word date, my heart speeds up a little. He stares at me hopefully. I've never been on a date, at least it feels like it. I might have, considering the amnesia, but I don't think I was all that popular. Just the thought of it sends butterflies in my stomach. Ooh, I want to go. "Sure!" My eyes sparkle with excitement. Kyle smiles back at me. "I'll pick you up at 5:30, then." Yay, a date! Smiling goofily, I look out the window. Then I have a realization. "You can't drive." I say. "In a cab," he explains. Oh, that makes more sense. I look out the window again, daydreaming until the bus comes to my house.

I wave and my friends and step out of the bus. Silently, I creep into the house, thought drifting to the date. What should I wear? How should I act? Thoughts bounce around in a jumble, which I can't seem to sort out. Eventually, I give up and forget about it for now.

"I still think you should be taking a break." says mom, surprising me. I had walked into the kitchen when I smelt a delicious scent floating through the hallway air. "But.. I really like going to school, and... I... might have gotten a... date..." Mom turns to me in surprise. "A date? yay! you're growing up!" I roll my eyes. seriously, it's not too big a deal. sure, my first date, I think, but still! "mom, It's not that big a deal." I voice my opinions. after a moment, I have a sudden realization. "So... I haven't been on a date before, correct?" she nods. Doing a happy dance, I go to my room.

Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, date date date, Kyle, date, runs through my head. I'm spread out on the comforter, my head hanging off the edge. Blood rushes to my head, but I don't care. I don't care about anything but my date with Kyle. Oh, yay, first date. I wonder if we'll be boyfriend and girlfriend after it, will we? Hmmm...

On Tuesday morning I wake up bright and early. Nobody's awake when I peak out of my bedroom door. At least, that's what I think until my brother comes whistling down the hallway. He stops when he sees me. "Is this going to be a habit, waking up super early?" he asks me. "It's not super early," I defend, "it's 6 am." "Translation, super early." He rolls his eyes and continues on his way to where I assume is the kitchen.

6 in the morning is not super early, it's just early. Waking up early in the morning is a good thing anyways. He shouldn't be complaining about my morning habits. I quickly shower and head back to my bedroom. School starts in an hour, so I have about 30 minutes to get ready. I examine the clothes in my giant closet. I decide to wear something nice, but casual, like jeans and a mauve blouse non tucked blouse. The jeans fit comfortably and the blouse hangs below my waist, accenting my hips. I pair it with layered necklaces, a wide headband, and brown boots. After fixing my hair into a bun, I check in the mirror. I look absolutely adorable.

After a few moments, I hear the bus pull up and quickly zip up my boots. I grab my school bag and race to meet it before it leaves without me. I slip into an empty seat. "Kat, I am never going to get used to this," the driver says, and the bus lurches forward.

Soon enough, Spike and Momo board the bus, and slip in beside me. "Hey," I greet them. "Hi," they respond, in their regular goth tone. I'm bouncing in my seat just waiting to tell someone about the great news. "Hey, guess what," I begin, addressing Spike and Momo. They look at me as if I were about to spill the biggest gossip in the school, and not as someone who enjoys gossip. "Nevermind," I say and look out the window. I guess I'll have to tell someone else. 

We get off the bus, and I head to my locker, grabbing my books. My mind wanders to my amnesia; will I just stay like this, oblivious to the years I lost when I was apparently hit with that dodgeball? My eyes pass over one of the disabled students in the school. She looks at me, as well. 'Why does she look so familiar?' is my only thought before my forehead suddenly explodes in a dull pain.

Author's note:

This is all I'm going to write with this chapter. The next update wont be anytime soon, I'm sorry to say. My only hint for the future is that the actual drama is coming soon.

from: the author

to: All my nonexistant readers (lol)

as always, 

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