Forgetting

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My first day back at school was strange, to say the absolute least. I had thousands of students who I didn't even recognise coming over to me, telling me that they are so proud of how far I have come in the short amount of space that I have been back. I have girls glaring at me, however when some smile and send me a friendly wave I feel better about myself. Today I realised something though, with my memories being completely destroyed and disconnected from my brain I've come to the very bright conclusion that not only can I not remember the good things, I can no longer remember the bad. I'm still agonising over if that is a good thing, or a bad thing.

For example; the lovely Stacy Hillingdon came over to me today, which seemed to stop the whole canteen in its steps. I'm not going to lie to you, I honestly thought time had stood still at that moment, that's until her fist hit my face, painfully. 

"What the hell?" I somehow shouted this out, despite the raking pain my face was in at this moment.

"I don't believe for a second you've lost all your memories pretty girl, I'm watching you." And with that utterly petrifying sentence she left me standing with a bleeding nose and in desperate need of a paracetamol.

But then there was Amie-Mae, the cute little thing came bouncing over to me with a wide smile and a annoying bubble gum which made me kinda want to slap her after she blew it in my face.

"Okay, so like, I know we've had our differences, and like, we fell out and like hated each other for a while, but like, I would really like to be friends again A" She smiled at me and popped her bubble gum, she even opened her mouth to say something more, but I honestly don't think I could possibly listen to her terrible vocabulary a second more than needed. So I smiled and told her that I'd love to be friends, but also tried to remind her that I can't actually remember what we fell out about in the  first place, she ignored me.

I quickly remembered the funny name my mother told me was apparently my 'best friend' and then a lightbulb went off in my head....Who better to help me than my best friend? I mean, as a best friend, I'm pretty sure you have to know the handful of people they don't get along with? So that's what  I did, I found Chloe Evans; Best friend of Allison Bates. 

She smiled as i approached her, then frowned when she caught sight of my bruised face.

"What the hell happened to you?" Chloe inspected my face, bringing it closer to hers so she could take a better look at it.

"Stacy Hillingdon happened." Is my clever response to the question to which she laughs and the worried look disappears.

"Trust me, you've had much worse." Oh great, that's just fucking brilliant. "So, how can I help you?"  

"What do you mean?" I try to be casual, not wanting her to think that I've only come over to use her for something.

"You obviously need something, what is it?" She isn't sharp or mean, quite the opposite actually, her tone is soft and helpful.

"So I was in a car accident, which you must already know considering you visited everyday....but thats besides the point of what I'm getting at here." I ramble for a moment, wanting to have a introduction before I get to my main  point. "The point I'm trying to get across is that I don't know who the hell half of these people are, who am I supposed to avoid, and who are my friends? I need you to help me figure out the two." I sigh, satisfied with my speech and wait for her response.

"Sure." Is her short response and I raise an eyebrow. 

"Yeah?" She nods. "Let's get started."

*

"What's the deal with Stacy?" The question brings out an evil grin on my best friends face and I suddenly find myself not wanting to know the answer to this question.

"I made out with her boyfriend." Chloe shrugs like it doesn't matter, before realising that I have no understanding of this. "We were at a party and you dared me to do it, we both hated her and we saw it as a opportunity to take revenge." 

"Revenge?" I ask, suddenly scared to learn about the person I was before the accident.

"She took Thomas away from you, got her grubby hands on him knowing full well you liked him." Chloe rolls her eyes now, as if remembering it.

I wish I could remember.

"So I get the slap?" I tease Chloe with a smirk to which she responds with a laugh.

"Amie-Mae?" I speak her name and chkoe shudders.

"Believe this or not, Bates, but you were a cheerleader." Now this is by far the worst discovery of my life. How embarrassing and totally typical.

"What? Me?" My eyes widen and my face turns an ugly shade of red.

"Yeah, you were totally into the whole 'go team' thing." Chloe snickers at my face and I glare her down. "When you quit the team, she was left with no backup captain and has hated you ever since."

"Oh that's delightful." I mutter this sarcastically as we turn the corner, coming face to safe with Thomas and he friends. "O-oh shit..." I whisper this to myself and Chloe obviously hears, sending me a look before turning back to Thomas.

"Hey, guys!" Chloe is so confident, I'm almost jealous. Almost.

Then the weirdest thing happened; a random guy who I can't remember hugged me tight, picking me up and swirling me around, obviously oblivious to the small fact I can't remember him.

"Daniel!" I hear Thomas shout his name and in shock 'Daniel' puts me down. "What the hell man?"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, you can't remember me-"

And I don't know how this happened, but somehow I remembered him.

Daniel Stanley, ex boyfriend and current guy best friend of Allison Bates.

Then, I pass out.