The Forgotten

CHAPTER ONE: THE AWAKENING

If you're wondering who I am, you aren't going to get an answer... Because the truth is, I don't have it. I know my name, I know my age, but I have absolutely no recollection of my life before "it" happened.

I don't remember much from that day, only bits and pieces or fragments of memories. It's all just a big blur. I remember the salty-sweet smell of the coastal air and the view of my pink bunny stuffed animal sitting on what I think was my bed. Nothing more.

I have never once questioned the man I call my father about my past life because honestly, I've been scared to find out the answer, that was...

...Until now.

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"Fresh flap-jacks sitting on the table Brit!" Charlie yelled at me from the kitchen. Charlie hated being called dad. He said it made him feel old or more of a military general than a father, especially when he had to call me by my full name. Britney Lucinda Voyer. What a name right? I've hated it for as long as I can remember.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I came running down from my upstairs loft. My room is my one and only safe haven and I treasure it almost more than life itself. Mainly because I spend most of my time there. Sure I have quite a few "friends" but none that I have a true friendship with. I haven't had the best experiences with people in the past. I have been heartbroken, stabbed in the back, and crushed, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

The most recent and by far the hardest break up I have ever had to go through was with Kevin Foster. We were together almost a year but just like the rest, he found a better offer and ditched me the first chance he got. But the "better" offer he got was one from my best friend Ivy. That hurt me more than words can explain but I pushed through it and acted as if it didn't phase me.... But I was just lying to myself the whole time. I love him. Always did and always will.

"You almost ready for school kid-o?" Charlie asked with that big, welcoming smile.

I nodded while secretly thinking how great it would be if a nuclear bomb would just happen to fall right on top of West Middleton High. High school, to me, was just another way to pass time. I had always gotten good grades though, which seemed to surprise me every report card but it's not like I could just blow off school anytime I wanted. Charlie was always strict about education. He once said "to exceed in life is to exceed in school". Stupid, right?

As I open the door to my Toyota Tacoma, I look blankly at the cracked window. Scratched into the left-hand side of the windshield was the words "truth conquers all". I ran inside to show Charlie but he had already left for work. He works at the mill which is on the other side of town. After my sense of security was regained, I walked back outside and left for school.

The 10 minutes or so, it took to get to school was a long, long 10 minutes. I just kept looking at those stupid words! Who would do such a thing? An even better question... Why?

I finally arrived at school 9 minutes later. I think I was driving faster than the day before. It took me 11 minutes the previous day. I parked my truck away from everyone else. I didn't want anyone to see my new, unwanted ingravings. I grabbed my bags and continued to walk towards the English room. Uhg. First period with Mr. Harper. He's one of the reasons kids hate school so much. His beedy eyes, his bald head, and let's not forget about his sweater vests that make his small figure look even chunkier. The things us sophomores have to put up with...

English dragged on for what seemed like an eternity but reality checked back in when the bell rang. Thank. God. 9:05. Time for science with Mrs. Arnold. This class won't be so bad... hopefully. "RING! RING!" The bell again. Well there goes another hour of my life that I will never receive again. I was the last to leave the classroom, but as I was walking from science to soicial studies, a screeching yelp came from the opposite end of the hallway. That can't be good...