Chapter One
The News
"Ugh!" I groaned as I opened my eyes. At first my vision was blurry, then it came into focus and I could see that I was in my room lying in bed. I felt something trickle down my cheek. I couldn't see what it was, so I took out my mirror. When I looked at the mirror I saw that it was blood. I started freaking out, but I tried not to cry. But it was kind of hard, because along with the blood I saw I had a throbbing, black eye and a few stitches in my head. I tried to stand up, but when I did my legs locked and I fell to the floor. So, I army crawled the rest of the way to the bathroom. Once I got there I grabbed the door knob, and forced myself up. When I got into the bathroom I tried really hard to keep my balance. I then turned the sink on, washed off the blood, and went into the kitchen, to call my partner Kyle.
"KYLE!!!!!!!!!!"
"Hey your awake."
"First of all, Why do I have blood on my face, a black eye, stitches in my head, and a massive headache! And second of all, why couldn't stand this morning?!"
"Hold on I'll be right there."
"Ugh! He is so annoying!"I yelled as I went to my room.
It was 3:00 when he got here and I was growing impatient.
"What took you so long?!" I asked as he walked in.
"Well I-"
"Doesn't matter. what matters is you explaining to me what happened last night."
"Well, here's the thing, we were running after a guy last night, and when we got close he threw you into a brick wall. No biggie."
"You know, now is not the time to practice your comedy act!"
"Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood."
"Huh! Anyways, what happened after that."
"Oh yeah. Well once you were knocked out, I took you to the hospital. There, the doctors put some stitches in your head and cleaned up your face. Next, I took you home and put you in your bed."
"Oh yeah, the doctor also took a few x-rays and he told me to tell you that you had a little brain
damage and you lost part of your memory."
"Do you know which part?"
"No, but the doctor told me to ask you some questions."
"Well then, ask away."
"OK lets start with childhood. First question, who was your childhood friend?"
"You."
"I met you when I started working for the FBI."
"OK,OK, I don't remember."
"Next question, where did you got to kindergarten?"
"I don't remember."
"OK, where did you go for elementary school?"
"Again, I don't remember."
"Well, it looks like you lost your child hood memories."
"That's it ?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe you should tell me what you do remember."
"Well I went to Smithton for middle school, I went to Lincoln for high school, I went to Stanford for college, and I currently work for the FBI."
"Well it's official. You lost your childhood memory."
"Well I guess it's not that important. At least I didn't forget everything. And besides we need to catch that man. The question is, how."
