Remember me?

Hazel

Hazel was getting ready for her second-first date with Frank.

She really wished she remembered him. He was sweet, cute, funny, and he got nervous around her. She liked that.

She decided to wear a black strapless dress with a gold belt and matching gold heels.

She waited in her old living room. She sat on a purple chair trying to recall her old memories, but she just couldn't.

She wanted to cry, but then Frank knocked on the door.

He wore a white shirt under a beige blazer with white pants. In his hands was a bouquet of pink roses.

"H-hi Hazel," he stuttered, "you look just- uh, you look great," he was bright red now.

Hazel blushed as well, "Why thank you, you're not to bad yourself."

Frank smiled, "Shall we go then, Milady?" He said in a phony British accent.

"We shall," she replied im the same tone.

He escorted her to the car.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Oh just the fanciest resturaunt in all of New Orleans," he said like it was no big thing. Well being a famous football player it probably wasn't.

"Hey, when's your next football game?" She asked.

"This weekend," he said, "good thing the games down here in New Orleans or we'd have to travel again."

She liked that he said we.

All of the sudden her head started to hurt. She couldn't make a sound and she lost all feeling in her body. Her head slumped sideways into the window but she could see everything. It's just that  she couldn't respond.

"Hey Hazel what time is it?" She heard Frank say.

She wanted to respond but she couldn't. Then her body started spazzing and jolting.

"Hazel? Hazel!" He yelled. He veered the car to the side of the road, got out his phone.

"Hello? My girlfriend is having a seizure! I'm on the side of Harrison Street! Please come quick!"

Right before the ambulance arrived Hazel remembered everything.