Forgotten

13

I wish I could still be the Amanda I was before they came and took everything away from me. I wish I knew where my mom and my old friends are now. Even though it can be painful, I like to remember my past.

I remember how terrified I was to start eighth grade. That was the year they came. It all seems so silly now, everything I cared about at the time. I was worried I would wear the wrong clothes. I was terrified about popularity. I was scared about the classes being harder than in seventh grade.

I was pretty scared about my academic classes more than anything. I was a nerd at the time, and I guess I still am. Once a nerd, always a nerd. The thing about my fears was this; they were totally irrational. I was a nerd, but my several friends seemed to think that was awesome. I always got straight a's, so why should I have been scared that it would change that year?

I was a normal, stereotypical, nerd. I was third chair for the flutes in band. I loved to read, specifically sci fi and fantasy. I always got straight a's. And, when it came to gym, I fell flat on my face. Every single day.

The thing was, people actually liked that about me. Sure I had some enemies, who didn't, it was middle school for crying out loud. But I actually had quite a few good friends. Of course they were also nerds, it seemed like ninety precent if what we talked about was books and video games. But we all enjoyed it. No one knew the fate that lied ahead. I always said that I wish my life was like a science fiction novel, but this is definitely not what I meant.