I dabbed the concealer on my face, smoothening my skin. My eyes were lined with eyeliner and coated and curled using mascara. I put on eye lenses that made my green eyes look greener and glossier than before.
Straightening my skirt, I marched across the room making my heels clomp against the floor. The lip gloss made me uncomfortable but I bet the discomfort will be worth it. My Raven black hair bounced on my back, my hips swaying. Sebastian had his hair set in dark spikes, making his wheat ish skin glow.
"Ready?" He asked without adressing my looks.
"I guess."
He picked up his bag and turned to face me. His eyes popped out in surprise.
"You are gonna wear that to do the school?"
"Yes. Why do you think I would do all this?"
"But..... You never left your hair open. And, your skirt is too short. Wait, where are your specs? What is up with all that make-up?"
"Easy. I am wearing contacts. Calm down. Changes are good."
"This is so creepy. Let's go."
"Wait. Let's go? I am not going with you."
"We always go together."
"Used to. Not anymore."
He stared at me, hurt.
"Right." He said, his voice cold.
I marched to the door and picked up a few dollars.
"See ya. Mom. Dad."
They looked at me, open mouthed.
"You are not going anywhere like that." Father said with finality.
"You think I was waiting for your permission." I rolled my eyes.
"But you cannot walk on heels. You hardly know how to walk!"
I closed the door behind them and didn't even wait to check their reaction.
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I had tried my best to catch up with all the chats and messages trying to make sense out of them. But it seems there are too many codes and inside jokes. Simon. This one name has irritated me. But I have surely noted a few things, judging by the way I talk.
A) I am obsessed with emoticons.
B) I write stuff. Geek stuff. And people read that stuff.
C) I am crushing on a guy named Simon. And I refuse to stop talking about him.
D) people in my frequent contacts are crazy.
E) I get a daily dose of random sympathies online.
F) I text while pooping. And I am an expert in that.
I made a list of people I know with their pictures and names. According to the list, I'll soon encounter my acquaintances.
And there they are.
A girl, around my height, with a long bob and huge specs was dancing around a taller girl. She was wearing white pants with a purple Tee and matching sneakers. The taller girl had bronze skin, dark, beautiful curled hair, tied in a neat braid. She wore a pair of dark jeans with a Forever21 floral top and floral canvas shoes.
According to the list, they are : Iris and Zoelle.
"Hey Iris! Hey Zoelle!" They stared at me open mouthed as their eyes glued to my perfectly normal legs.
Nervous laughter.
"Oh.... Hey Spencer.... You look different."
"Yeah. Thanks."
"Umm.... You remember us?"
"To be honest, no. I don't remember you. But I have a list through which I can refer."
Another beat.
"Oh... Okay."
Uncomfortable silence.
"So.... Tell me about yourself." I squeaked.
They gave a basic introduction.
I can never do this. They are strangers. People whom I don't know. I don't know how am I gonna manage stuff in classroom.
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Heartbeat. Heartbeat.
I walk into the room. Heads turned and people went silent. Many of them took time to recognise me. But as soon as they did, they all cheered.
My legs feel weak.
I walked to the last seat and kept my bag there. I know some of them. It took me a long time to memorise their names but I managed to succeed.
A pair marched up to me. Pretty Asian and blond buckteeth guy. Same T-shirts with same kind of Monograms. Twins.
"Aaron and Sharon." I smiled. Aaron returned a full grin and Sharon bent in to place a hug. She smelt like roses.
"You are back. You can walk. That's a surprise, dear."
"And you look hot and taller in heels." Aaron grinned from behind. I managed to give a smile.
Easy, Spencer. Chill out. You know these people.
A person bumped into me with full force. He had drunk looks, light brown hair pulled up in neat spikes, he was thin and had a flirtatious smile. His face was deeply affected by acne. Adding to his ignorant and shabby appearance.
"Asshole! Back at the game?" He screamed, delighted.
Sharon understood my confused face and introduced him.
"This is Harry. Harrison Johnson. You are friends. Pretty good ones."
Right, now I remember. He is in the list.
She turned around and gained the class's attention. People introduced themselves chance by chance. I noted their names (secretly.)
Gemma, my best friend was a serious and quiet person. She just hugged me and helped me in my seat. The worst part: nobody can get over the fact that I know how to walk.
Sasha, the blonde with piercings sat with me and told me about the class. She is cool. Everybody here is nice and good. This is sick.
"It's the break. Want something from the canteen?" Uwais, a vaguely stuffy guy asked me.
"No."
"Don't hesitate. I am like your brother."
"I don't want any more brothers. Already have one. Not much impressive. So, leave." He frowned in unexpectation.
I don't care.
"SASHA!!!!!"
Beat.
Beat.
Beat.
The guy from the hospital. Same messy hair, but cropped short. Same sheepish smile. Same thin frame. Same lazy yet energetic style.
The very same guy stopped in front of us, not quite recognising me.
"Hii"! " He said without looking at me properly.
Sasha tensed beside me, her face hard and hesitant.
"Hi, I am Spencer."
This time he looked at me again. Properly. His dark eyes lingered on my face, his mouth dropped open a bit. And then, a huge smile crawled on his face.
"You are back I cannot -"
"She doesn't remember you." Saara sighed.
Another pause.
"She ...... Doesn't ? Isn't her memory back?"
It is my memory. He should ask me.
"No. I am afraid it's not." I spoke in between.
His face suddenly looked small. When he doesn't smile, his eyes look too big for his face.
He turned around and walked away, his posture hard.
"Now, who is this?" I snapped. This is getting so irritating. Random people expecting you to remember them.
"This was Simon."
Silence.
"Simon?"
"Uhuh."
"Is he a friend?" I asked. Sasha refused to meet my gaze. She refused to face me and fiddled with her piercings.
"You can say that...." Uncomfortable silence.
"Sasha, I need an answer. Are you gonna tell me who this guy actually was?"
"I told you. What more do you want?"
"Okay." I dropped the chocolate she gifted me on the floor. She looked up at me in shock and her face went pale and stiff.
I knew she was hiding something from me.
I knew what she was trying to hide.
I knew who Simon is.
Is this some kind of sick joke? This guy? I expected someone better! This is hilarious.
I packed up my bag as the dispersal bell rang. I don't have any idea what Gemma was trying to say or what others were doing.
"Can I...Can I get in the ambulance with her... pl..please??"
"The fire we acquire,
To leave the earthly desires
Come, come Josephine,
In my flying machine."
"She ...... Doesn't ? Isn't her memory back?"
Things suddenly made sense. That voice, that tune. It is all related. Simon. Simon. Simon.
"Gemma! Where can I find Simon!?"
She froze.
"Simon... Christopher?"
"Where can I find him?"
She didn't answer.
"I AM ASKING YOU SOMETHING!"
"Stop shouting!"
I stomped outside the class. People whispered behind my back.
"Do you need something?"
A pretty tall girl called me. She was slim and bright and her ponytail hung long and sleek behind her small and curvy back.
"Hii, I am Rachel."
Maple and Kiran walked into the class laughing but they stopped dead in front of us.
"Spencer? What are you doing? With..... Her?" Maple asked, tossing her tightly curled brunette hair to the other side.
"Why? Can't she talk to me? Isn't she my friend?"
"Oh? I don't remember you both ever talking to each other before this. Do you, Mape?" Said Kiran. She had blue streaks in her jet black hair which were micro braided. The heavy girl, Pansy, stopped beside us and questioned Kiran using signals.
"How selfish. You know what? You don't own her. Anyway, what were we talking about , Spencer?"
I smiled and took her outside, leaving the others frozen.
"I need a favour. Will you be able to help me find a person?"
"Try me." She winked.
"Simon Christopher. Where is he?"
