The Unfortunates; My side of the Forgotten (ONHOLD SORRY)

Chapter Two

Well crap, I thought. The wall rose tall above me, blocking out the sun, creating a cool shadow that hung over me like a curtain. The tall barricade was created out of crumpled rock, street signs, and parts of abandoned buildings. I ran my fingers over the cool, smooth brick, enjoying the little bumps that ran under them, showing letters that formed words. Wait....words? I ran my fingers over them again, trying to understand the worn letters, looking at them closely. A...n....n...e, I paused, trying to think. Ugh! I grunted in frustration. Next word. W...  some letter I couldn't make out, if it was a letter at all... I...t...e. "Anne Wite", I whispered, "who is Anne Wite"? The only Anne I had ever known... had been my math teacher, and Melody's mother. I gasped and whirled around. I saw the old gas station that rested on the corner where my bus had always came, and the railroad tracks that were barely used. My breath was coming faster now, and I spun around. That stop sign.. what does that remind me off... My brain suddenly exploded in pain and  I stumbled, falling and hitting the sidewalk with a thump.

***Flashback***

Summer and I sat by the sidewalk, waiting patiently for the bus to stop. Our warm breakfast sandwiches sat in our laps, warming us from the sharp cold.  Finally we heard the bus, and we stood. It stopped at the stop sign, one block down. It always stopped there, no matter what. We met eyes and groaned comically. We were freezing. When the bus arrived we sprinted across the street and hopped on, sharing a seat until we got too school, talking about one of the most simplest and most complicated things of all times, boys.

When we reached the school we split up, her going to her hall, and me entering mine. I met up with Alyssa in the hallway, and we laughed, remembering my tennis failure last night. She couldn't stop and I grinned as we walked into the classroom. I waved her off and walked to my seat in class. I was almost unnerved by the utter organization and bareness of the room. The crème walls stood bare, unlike the other rooms, who had paintings and posters lining every corner. The desks stood perfectly straight and the white board was sparkly clean, except for four bold, black letters standing sharp at attention. "Anne" I whispered. It matched perfectly.

I was sitting in my desk, wondering when the teacher would come in, when Allie came over and shoved my backpack off my desk. "Stop that!" I scolded teasingly "Its offended!". "It should be" she laughed "Its not a unicorn". "Always be proud of who you are" she said "unless you can be a unicorn... then always be a unicorn." "What's the logic in that?" I asked "It... " , but before I could finish she butted in. "ITS MY DAYUM LOGIC" she smirked "AND YOU CANT ARGUE WITH IT, IM PENGUIN JESUS." I laughed and pushed her toward her seat. "Go sit down before you get in trouble" I said. "Fine, but only because i'm fabulous."

She sauntered off and I chuckled. Then the teacher walked in, and I was rendered speechless. Her eyes were deep with calmness, but with a hint of humor well hidden behind. Her posture demanded respect and attention, but not because she was petty or strict, but because she cared about what she said, and didn't need to repeat it. I was immediately curious about this so called Anne. Then she seemed to look straight at me, and started to speak.

*Flashback Ends*

"No, I screamed ""No, no, no!" These memories only came back in short flashes and often made me weak and stressed out when they ended. I had always been a curious person, and not being able to remember my past made me hungry for my past. I looked up at the sky frustrated and I cursed. The sun had sunk down way to low, and I had been gone way to long. "Crap" I whispered harshly, and took off running in what I hoped to be the direction of home.