Accidentally Tasha

Chapter 3

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I will remain a servant of my conscience and a warrior for truth and justice. (P.L.O. Lumumba- wisest living guy on earth, in my opinion)

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Okay, let's get this straight. My name is Natasha Elizabeth Gardner. I was born on July 10th 2000. I have two elder siblings; a brother and a sister. Olivia Ruth Gardner is twenty five. She is taking her masters in human rights law. A cold determined bitch who blames her bitchiness on her feminism... okay, enough about her.

Then there's Jacob Gardner. Didn't get a middle name (lucky for him) he's nineteen... no, eighteen, he's turning nineteen next month on eleventh... no! On tenth. Christ, how am I going to fool these people if I can't even remember a birthday?

"Um, excuse me? Do you need anything?" a voice interrupts me.

I look up to see Mary looking at me as though I might be a little bit crazy.

"No, thank you." I say.

"It's just that," she closes the door behind her and drops her voice to a whisper "you shouted 'no' like you were..."

"Crazy?" I finish her sentence.

"I was going to say tormented but that works too."

'Tormented?' What kind of nurse is this? I know she's young and a bit of a gossip but... even I know that you don't tell a patient that you think they are tormented. I give her a wary look and she finally gets the hint that I don't really need her here.

"I'm gonna go now," she says.

I try my hardest not to say something rude and nod at her. After she is gone, I resume my cramming on the Gardner family. The doctor yesterday told me that I suffer from retrograde amnesia which involves memory loss of anything before my onset of amnesia. This really suits me well because I know nothing. But he also said that this type of amnesia is usually temporary and amnesiacs are able to remember events from way back. This is why I'm cramming all these facts. I really hope Tasha writes journals.

I hear a knock on my door. Olivia comes in followed by this drop dead gorgeous guy. Oh wait; it's not just some guy. It's Jake. My brother. I force myself to look at Olivia so that he doesn't know I'm swooning.

"Hey Tasha" Olivia coos.

She has this really soft voice that I didn't expect from her. Her straight long strawberry blonde hair is her most beautiful asset and she knows it. It goes all the way to the small of her back and she flips it subconsciously (I hope) every three seconds.

"Hey Olivia," I answer.

My voice brings tears to her eyes. Again, I didn't expect this. I imagined her to be a cold hearted bitch that's got more chances of crying than Oprah has of getting dirt poor.

"You remember me?" she asks softly.

"Mum and dad brought some pictures."

Her face drops but she continues smiling. She has the same kind smile as our mom's. Come to think of it, she is the only kid who resembles mom. Olivia looks at Jake and nods to me as if to tell him to say something.

"Hey Tasha."

Christ, even the way he says my name is sexy. How am I going to survive in a house with a guy I have a crush on?

"Hey Jake."

"Oh, I don't go by Jake anymore." He says "its J.G now."

"J.G?" Olivia and I ask at the same time.

I break into laughter as Olivia adopts an oh-my-foolish-little-brother look.

"No one calls you that Jake."

"Not to mention it's the worst name I've ever heard." I say.

We all laugh at that.

"So," Olivia asks after some time "what do you want to know?"

"Everything." I reply.

"Kay, let's see." She says "you're still a sophomore."

"Sophomore? But I'm sixteen!"

Olivia and Jake hesitate. She then says, "You repeated second grade."

"Do you want to mean that I'm ...dumb?" I ask.

Jake chuckles but is soon silenced by one look from Olivia.

"No, Tasha. You're not dumb at all. You know, you're pretty so we're sure you'll marry well..." Olivia leaves the sentence undone before she does any more damage.

What?!? I'm dumb? But I was always on the honor's list! I look at Jake and see him looking at his phone with newfound interest. He is biting his lower lip so that he won't laugh.

"So," I ask "do I have a boyfriend?"

They both burst into laughter.

"Classic Tasha!" Olivia exclaims.

She looks over at Jake. "Well? Does she?"

"You guys broke up before you... y'know." Jake says.

He thumbs his phone hastily as if looking for something and then hands me the phone. I see a photo of Tasha and a guy who's...well, how do I say this? The ugliest creature I've seen on this planet. And I'm being very kind. Either Tasha was blind or was the kind of girl that is into ugly guys. The horror on my face must be evident because Jake lets out a loud guffaw and Olivia who's a little more sensitive than him, tries to hide her laughter.

When they are done laughing Olivia says,

"That's Sam Hinton. His father is a millionaire; they own almost all of Crestshore."

Still. I don't think I can be the kind of girl that dates rich guys just for their money. I'm a total opposite of Tasha. She's that pretty girl who knows she's pretty and will use her looks to get anything she wants.

"Do I have a best friend? Or any friends at all?" I ask.

"Real friends? I don't really know. You change best friends every few months." Olivia says with a disapproving look.

Damn! What kind of person is Tasha?

"I'm guessing that I'm a cheerleader?" I say half- jokingly.

I dread her answer.

"Yes!" Olivia says excitedly "Did you have a memory?"

"No." I say with an apologetic smile "Stereotype cheerleader bitchy attitude. I must be a horrible person."

Both Natasha and Jake laugh at that. They start talking about home but I'm no longer interested. My head feels woozy and somewhere in the middle of another Tasha-manipulating-everyone story I fall asleep.