Remembering Our Dance |Shelax|

Chapter 3

Shelby

I woke up to voices around me, but I kept my eyes closed.

"When do you think she's gonna wake up?" An unknown voice said about me.

"I don't know, I don't know. Do you think she really has amnesia?" another voice said.

"Let's not talk about it now. We can still wait until she wakes up."

"When ever that is." A voice near me murmured.

I pretended to wake up.

I yawned and blinked rapidly. 

I heard people back away from me, and some move towards me.

This time, there were only guys visiting me.

While I was looking at them, I saw someone who looked familiar. I tilted me head, trying to think of his name.

I couldn't because I was interrupted by a voice.

"Hey there, Shelby." The voice cracked. "Do you remember me?" 

I studied him.

Red hair.
Brown eyes.
Tall.

I looked within my head to try to see.

He didn't look familiar, nor did I remember him.

"Sorry, I don't. What's your name?" I asked trying to lighten the mood.

He looked taken aback.

The familiar man started talking. "My name is Ross. I'm your cousin."

"Well hello, Ross."

"This is going to be weird." He muttered and walked away.

"Okay, what about the rest of you. You must have names." I smiled.

"I'm Tim. Beside me is Cory."

"Nice to meet you both."

I looked up at the red head.

"What's your name?"

"Max. My name is Max."