What Have I Done to Deserve This?

School?

-one month later in September-

I was walking down the street in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt I found lying next to the crater. I have been roaming around this 'city' as the people called it for about a month. I was exploring a new street when I saw a statue on the side of a building, it looked so familiar, yet I couldn't place it. I walked over to the building and stepped inside looking for someone who might be able to tell me who it was of.

When I walked in I was facing a swarm of people about my age for what I could tell, I didn't remember my age at all, I didn't even remember my name. I looked around and saw a door with the word Office written above it in flaking black paint. I walked over through the crowd and tried to open it. I grabbed the knob and pushed, but it didn't budge, I kept trying for a while, but I was still a little week from whatever happened to me before I awoke in that crater. I was pushing when a girl a little shorter than me, with black hair, and deep brown eyes, saw me struggling and walked over.

"Having fun there?" she asked sarcastically.

"It's jammed," I replied.

"Ya, it dose that from time to time," she said and waved me away from the door, "Just needs a Little bit of force sometimes." With that she held the handle and started throwing her shoulder into the door. As she threw herself at the door the hinges gave an unearthly scream, I winced but she just kept throwing her-self into the door.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore, she looked like she was really hurting her shoulder so the next time she tried I stopped her and moved her aside. With one kick I had the door swinging open, creaking on the rusted hinges. 

"Thank you" I said and walked in without another word.

She followed me in and asked "What's your name?"

"I don't know." I said simply.

"Fine then don't tell me." She said, I just kept going through the room avoiding the older people wearing suits and dresses, I saw some others in regular clothes who starred at me.

I finally came to a long counter with three office desks set be hind it. the two desks on left and right were empty but the one in the center had a women in her mid thirties sitting behind it reading a novel.She wore an old pink blouse, a god necklace with a little intricate ‘+’ on it with the bottom arm lengthened (I had seen a lot of those here but I have no idea what they are.) She had long curly blond hair but grayish-white eyebrows. She had thick round glasses covering her eyes completely as she studied the text on the book.

I cleared my throat. She looked up from her book “Yes?” she asked in a frail voice. I opened my mouth to ask about the statue when she said “Oh, you must be Zachariah; yes your information was dropped off this morning. I’m so sorry about that car crash, amnesia is a horrid thing, just ask my husband.” She held out a small manila folder to me I reached to get it but the girl from the hall beat me to it. She grabbed the file and fingered through it.

“Err...” she said making a strange face “now I feel bad about snapping at you earlier,” she held out her hand “Sorry, my name is Melisa. Nice to officially meet you Zachariah.”

I shook her hand taking care not to squeeze it too hard. “Nice to meet you too Melisa”

It was the woman at the desk’s turn to clear her throat. She handed me a piece of paper and an old black backpack to me. “Here’s your schedule, everything you should need is in the bag.”

“Thanks.” I said slinging the bag over my shoulder and looking down at the piece of paper.

Melisa read it over my shoulder then laughed and pulled a paper out of her shoulder bag, unfolded it and showed it to me. “Same classes as me. Nice.”

“Then I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then,” I said “especially since I have no idea where any of these places are.” I was beginning to like this girl.

*BEEP

“That’s the bell, you two should head off to first period.” Said the lady behind the desk, making a small shooing notion.

“Okay, first period is social studies, yuck.” She started walking away at a brisk pace; after all we were already late. “I think I’m just going to call you Zack, okay?”

“Fine by me.”

“So you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing except the last six months.” I said

“What about the crash? It sounded pretty brutal.”

“All I remember is… falling, from a really high place… I woke up in a crater on my back, in the middle of a cement floor of an old where house. My back burning and smoking. Then I blacked out… woke up in the same place with clothes lying next to me.”

“Wow, that sucks… Dose your back still hurt? Is there like a scar back there or something?”

“I don’t know, but it is quite tender still, kinda weird after six months huh? I can’t see my back so I don’t know if there’s anything back there or not.”

She nodded her head like she understood, but I could tell by her face that she still had a million questions to ask.