Still Into You

Chapter 1

Rayleigh's P.O.V

     Here I go again like everyday, going around dazed and confused with only my sight to guide me. My memory is terrible since I was in a huge car crash/explosion when I was twelve. The explosion damaged my brain and the nerves in my brain. The nerve damage caused me to have almost all of my memory erased and have very bad short-term memory loss. Even though I can't remember anything most of the time, I still have to go to school. Trust me, it's a struggle knowing nothing and getting E's on all of your tests and papers. Nobody except my "friend" Layla knows about my memory loss, if I can even call her my friend. She was always there when I wanted her or even when I didn't want her around. I would just be stuck carrying her bags and going shopping with her so, friends, right?

(Time skip to when you are at the school)

     I had finally managed to get to my first hour elective without too much of a hassle from the rest of my classmates. They made fun of me for being so unintelligent and being an outcast. I honestly don't care about it that much because I will forget about it by tomorrow anyways. My elective class is art, and it is really the only thing I'm good at. I can mix all of the colors I want in one of my paintings and have it come out to become a beautiful picture in the end without even realizing it.

     Most of the day had passed by pretty quickly in my mind at least. I am in my last hour of the which is seminar and it is just time to get homework done. I sit right behind a boy I had never seen before. He looks familiar... wait! Familiar? It's probably nothing so I'll just ignore the feeling. My seminar teacher was Mr. Gudde, it sounds like good, but he is not good. Mr. Gudde is a wretched man who gives you piles of homework everyday and the seminar teachers aren't even supposed to assign homework. I was going up to him to ask for the bathroom pass when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Umm, hi. My name is Dustin. I'm new here and I really don't know where the library is, could you help me out?" The boy supposedly named Dustin asked me seeming to feel very awkward.

I was genuinely baffled. No one had ever came up and talked to me except Layla, and she doesn't even count. I was thinking when the thought came into my head, "He doesn't know how stupid I really am or about my disorder, that's why he's talking to me." I shook the thought out of my head answered," Sure! My name is Rayleigh, just let me get a pass from Mr. Gudde and we can head out."