The Bad And Infuriating 2 ✅ 2015-2016

12. School officially sucks

When I wake up, I feel disorientated and confused. I stare at my ceiling. It's so white. I should put up some posters. "Mia, wake up, school starts in 15 minutes. Come on, you have to walk, or take the bus, wait you already missed the bus. When will you be on time?"

Let me sleep, I want to say, but that's rude, when you say it to your mother. So I say nothing, grunt and get out of bed.

"Alright, I'm coming. Wait. FIVETEEN MINUTES?! GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

I will need at least ten minutes to drive to school, longer if I need to walk.

Oh crap.

I quickly put on some pants, a blouse, I brush my hair and brush my teeth, I ask my mom if I can borrow her bike. She says it's okay.

I run down the stairs, almost breaking my neck. I stumble down the last few steps. And smack with my face against the hard wooden floors. Auch.

Then my bag falls on my head and everything turns black.

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Machines are beeping, I shake my head. An immediate pain in my temples makes me stop moving. I open one eye. My mother is sitting next to my bed. Bed? What the...?

"Mom, what am I doing here?" "You fell down the stairs, with your head on the floor and all of your books fell on your head too, you fainted. You can have some blurry memories. You have amnesia. Just a little, but enough to have forgotten a lot of things."

A boy enters the room. He's good looking and his left ear is pierced. Do I know this guy?

"Is she awake? I came as soon as I could, but my boss wouldn't let me go."

I have no idea who he is. "Excuse me, but who are you? Where's Jeremy? "

The boy's face looks hurt.

"She doesn't remember me? How long is it going to last?"

"Well, she was unconsious for at least twenty minutes and she now suffers from amnesia, so it's hard to tell, just introduce yourself, and tell something about the time the two of you shared, tell her some memories, but don't upset her."

My mom leaves me alone with the boy I don't know.

"Have we met before? I'm ehm, who am I? I mean I know that that was my mother, but what's my name? How old am I? "

"I'm Tom Ronalds, your name is Mia Vegora, and you're seventeen years old. Do you remember anything , anything at all?"

"No, I have no idea, your name doesn't ring a bell. I do remember this one dude, Brian, or was it Ryan?"

Tom looks hurt. "That's your ex, he now teaches p.e at your school. I'm Tom, your boyfriend, remember?"

If I had know I was dating this good-looking guy, I should have remembered, right? "And, I remember something else, ah. Who are Ronald and Jason?"

"Your older twinbrothers, they haven't visited you, yet."

"How long have we been dating, wait. Aha! Aren't you one whole year older than me, and haven't you slept with all the girls in school? How on earth is it possible that you are my boyfriend?"

He slightly smirks. "We have been dating for seven whole months and now 3, no, 4 days."

"That's a long time, but wait, so we started dating in the summervacation?"

"No before that, but we... Ah, I'm sorry I meant eleven months. And 3 days. Silly me, how time flies."

I pout a little, because everything is blurry. "Tell me something about yourself, I'm afraid I have forgotten it all."