A Hundred Days (Jelsa)

Amnesia Girl

Elsa's POV

''Jack, I'm nervous with all this.'' I told Jack as I stepped out of my car.

''I already told you, Elsa. I found a way to make sure you'll be alright.'' he said and I smiled.

''You sure?'' I asked.

''Yeah, just focus on studying. Don't mind the people who are gonna make b*tchy comments about you. 'Cause you're perfect.'' he said. (A/N: Ok, now I remember Zayn..) We walked inside the school and everybody was looking at me.

They already know about my amnesia and it makes me so nervous. I was walking a bit too fast and Jack held my hand.

''It's alright.'' he said. I looked at the ground as we walked.

''Hey, Elsa. Just have to do something. I'll be back quick, ok?'' he said.

''Ok.'' I said and he kissed my forehead.

''Just sit on the bench.'' he said and ran. I went to sit on a bench and saw the Rapunzel girl.

''Hello, Elsa. I'm really sorry about yesterday... I was just upset.'' she said and sat down beside me.

''It's fine. What happened exactly?'' I asked.

''Well, my boyfriend is in a coma, right? His family decided to take him to Japan since all those medical attention are better there, that's what they said. And, I wasn't informed that it was last day. I didn't get to say good bye.'' she said.

''I'm sorry to hear that.'' I said and we stayed silent.

"You know, you seem like a very new Elsa." she told me.

"Hmm, why'd you say that?" I asked her.

"Well, the "old Elsa" looks a bit... Dull and lonely. But when Jack's with you, you cheer up a bit. The new Elsa looks more blooming and happier than the old one." she said and crossed her arms.

"Does it have to do anything with your amnesia?" she asked. I looked at the ground.

"I don't know." I frowned.

"Everyone calls you Amnesia Girl." she said.

"Well, I don't like being called names. I have my real name and it's Elsa Arens. They don't have to think of a name to call me and I hate to be the Amnesia Girl.

Don't you know it sucks that you can't remember every bit of your memories? 'Cause it fudging sucks. I hate the feeling that I don't know if I should trust people since I don't know if they're my enemy or my friend.

It sucks to know that someone loves you but then you can't feel the same towards them like before. It's like junping into the ocean and you're not swimming though you can swim. I feel useless." I said standing up. I grabbed my bag.

"Elsa... I." she was wanting to say something.

"Don't worry I'm not mad at you." I said while not looking at her. I walked out and Jack was walkin in front of me. I bit my lower lip and when I reached to him, I broke down into tears.

He wrapped his arms around me and I closed my eyes as I put my head against his chest.

"It's alright... Hush." he told me as I let it all out.

"Okay. Tell me. What's wrong? What's the problem?" He asked.

"I'm the problem here. People call me as the Amnesia girl and I hate remembering that I got involved in a freaking accident."

"Don't worry, I got this." he said. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. He wiped away the tears on my face and caressed my hair.

The bell rang and I looked at Jack. He chuckled and got my bag.

"Let's go." he said.

We walked to my first class which is Research. Jack held my hand and I looked at the ground.

"You'll be fine." he reassured me and I gave him a small smile. We knocked on the door and opened it.

"Oh, Miss Arens." the teacher said.

"Good morning." I said as Jack and I entered the room.

"I'm sorry to hear about the incident. Anyway, you could sit anywhere you'd like to. You too, Mr. Frost." she said. I nodded and went at the back where there were many vacant seats.

Jack sat down beside me and we listened.

"So, for today, we'll be learning about taking the measurement in these measuring materials. Give one example of one measuring container." the teacher said. A few raised their hands.

The teacher called a name and a guy stood up.

"Beaker." he said and the teacher nodded.

"Another one?" she asked. Jack raised his hand and the teacher was taken a back a bit.

"Mr. Frost?" she asked in doubt. Jack stood up smirked.

"Graduated cylinder." he smirked and sat back down.

"Okay. We will have to focus first on these two. So, when there's a liquid in a graduated cylinder and you want to measure it, what part should you measure? Illustrate on the whiteboard. Who would like to volunteer?" the teacher asked and some students weren't looking at the teacher.

I slowly raised my hand.

"Yes. Ms. Arens..." she said. I stood up and went to the whiteboard with a whiteboard marker on my hand. I was about to write something...

"She probably won't get it right. Amnesia girl." I heard someone say and they laugh. I gripped tight on the whiteboard marker and looked over my shoulder.

Jack smiled at me and he gave me a thumbs up. I took a deep breathe before drawing a graduated cylinder.

"What is that? A penis?" I heard someone ask and they laugh once again. The teacher angrily shushed at them.

I put an oval inside the graduated cylinder and put linings. It was exactly on the 50 ml.

"The oval over here is the liquid that you put inside the graduated cylinder..." I said.

"What type of liquid is that? Semen?" I heard the same person ask.

"That is enough, Dave. Go to the principal's office. Now!" the teacher roared. 'Dave' stood up and grumpily went outside.

"Please do continue, Ms. Arens." she told me.

"There are two types of meniscus. The upper and lower meniscus. The lower meniscus is the one we should measure, not the the upper one. As you could all see, the lower meniscus is at 49 ml. That means, the amount of liquid innthe graduated cylinder is 49 ml." I said.

The teacher smiled.

"Plus points for Ms. Arens." she told me. I went back to my seat and Jack held my hand.

"Good job." he smiled at me.

"Ready for your next subject?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty worried that you won't be there cheering for me." I joked and we both laughed.

"Oh, darling. I'm in all your classes." he said.

"Wait a minute. Is that... Your plan?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just got the teachers to agree that i'll be with you in all your classes." he smirked.

"Hmm.. Good job too." I said and we softly chuckled.

He kissed my hand that he was holding and payed back his attention to the teacher.

Author's NOTE

Yay! I updated this book first since I haven't updated for days...

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