I woke up. It was an unfamilier room, " Oh are you okay?" My foster mom came in. "Ma'am no visitors right now" the nurse grabbed her arm and directed her out. Then the nurse came back in. "Hi there my name is kathy Robbins, but go ahead and call me kathy." She stood blank waiting for me to say something. "Where are we? Who are you? Who was that women?"
"Your name is lacey bellon. I am a nurse at memeorial hospital and that was your foster mother "
"How come I dont know that?" I said. I was cunfused and I didnt know what to say.
"Oh" kathy paused "your suffering from confusion, your ill darling."
I shut my mouth and said, "will I ever get my memory back?" I asked.
"Im afraid not, Im so sorry. I would ask how it happend but you dont remember" she headed for the door.
" wait" i said
"Yes?" She turned
"Thanks" i said, appreciating the information given.
She nodded her head and then went out the door shutting it behind her.
I stood there trying to think hard.
I heard there mummbels talking.
"Can we take her home?"
"You should be able to"
My foster mother came in, "you ready?"
Yea i was. "Yep" she took my hand and swung me around. We got home.
She led me to my room.
"Are you going to be okay?" She asked.
"Yeah Im fine. Really." She nodded and headed off.
I had knife in my room? But why? Why is it in my room? I looked away. I opend a drawer that had all my socks in it. There was something at the bottom of the drawer, i grabbed it. It read
How to survive bulling
I wondered why I had it. I then opend up my closet door and on the back it had a picture of a man and women that I didnt reconize. The picture the book and the knife?
The next morning I woke up. And went downstairs where my foster mom and dad were. "Why is there a picture of people on the back of my closet door?" I asked.
My foster mom went over it with me.
I walked off. "No wonder i ended up in the hospital" I whisperd walking away.
"What was that?" My foster mother said.
"Nothing" i said.
"Get ready for school" she told me and i ran up to my room.
" the old me's life was devastating. She suffered." I told myself. I jumped up wondering what i usally wore to school. Duh, of course anything in the closet. I through on a pockadotted t-shirt and leggings with long pockadotted socks. My foster mom dropped me off at at the enterence to school. "Now I called your school so there should be someone to show you to your classes"she explained.
I nodded and started to walk. She drove away and all of a sudden a big guy came right infront of my face. He pulled me to the side of the school where nobody could see. "Hey my name is george Im the one who made you loose your memory!" He sounded excited but I was just disgusted. "That was you?" I was grossed out I got fists out ready to go. He stepped back. Then He said "calm down" He wasnt looking at me though. Then I was kicked in the back. Not by this george guy though. "Now get to class" he flicked me off. All his friends laughed.
"Are you okay?" A guy came up, he had brown hair and blue eyes, he was cute. He helped me up.
"What was his problem" i asked
"He is a bully, he doesnt care about you." He stopped... "he hates you"
"Anyway thanks for that" I said and bounced off. I turned around and hit the brick wall surrounding our school. I fell to the ground."lacey? Are you okay?" He said again and lifted me up and started to carry me inside.
All I said was "whats your name?"
