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Emily Johnson
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"Okay, Okay. What the fuck is happening?" I exclaimed.
"Language, I don't tolerate this kind of attitude." Mom scolded me.
"Sorry Mom, but seriously though, anyone care to explain?"
"We met when we were young, that's why I approached you the moment I saw you. Thought, might be you." She smiled.
"And the name?"
"What name?"
"Liam called you Adelina, you told me your name is Adeline."
"Oh that's-
"That! That was her nickname when we were young." Liam cleared his throat.
"What's with the high voice, anyways, since you seem to know each other, I don't need to introduce you. Meanwhile, I'll just take a shower."
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After I finished, I wore my pajamas and went downstairs.
"You have to let her know!" Adeline whispered-argue.
"What do I have to know?" I asked, making them jump.
They all stuttered while trying to come up with excuses but fortunately for them, Mom called out, saying dinner is ready.
"Let's talk about it later, for now let's eat dinner. BUT. I need an explanation, understood?"
We all sat at the dinner table, Mom at the center of one side of the table, I'm sitting on Mom's right, Adeline sitting beside me, Curt on the left with Liam sitting beside him.
"You guys seem to know each other." Mom started the conversation joyfully.
"They said we met when we were young. But I don't really remember."
"Oh, so you know their parents?" Mom asked her.
"No, not really, we only meet at the school playground." She answered politely.
I wanna believe that, I really do. But something doesn't sit right with me, her response seems fake, like there seems to be more to this but she doesn't want to say it and it seems like my brother also knows what she knows.
I don't like being clueless against something, it makes me feel small and right now, the only thing I want to do is to strangle the information out of my brothers.
We ate while Mom asked a bunch of different questions, mainly on how we look or act when we were younger. After dinner, as I was cleaning up the plates and loading them up in the dishwasher, Adeline approached me.
"Are you okay? You seem to be down, compared to when you were at school earlier."
"Mhm, yup I am. It's just that I hate how I don't remember a single thing- wait, I mean, yeah."
"Is it because of the accident?"
"You know the accident?"
"Ah, your brothers told me."
"Those little- I'm sorry, they shouldn't have shared such personal and horrifying, experience."
"Is it true that you lost all your memory?"
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