The Poseidon Project

3. Feigned Forgetfulness

You have to learn to use your left hand if you can't use your right.

You have to learn to use your heart when you can't use your mind.

You have to learn to use your body when you can't use your soul.

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"Here, try this one on." Melia handed me a coral colored shoulder less shirt with frills around the opening. "I think it suits you."

Adrian lied saying I was his cousin so we didn't create a commotion. But I wish right now that I had stayed at home.

"Mel, if we continue buying anything, I think we're going to be broke," spoke Dyllon, pulling up his sunglasses.
"Fine!"

She hung the shirt back up and walked out of the store, bags in hands. Melia actually was a really nice person, but very hyper.
She flung herself across the mall into several shops, always finding something to buy.

"We have to go back to school in order to turn in our science reports, otherwise we'll get an an F."

I sat in between Adrian and Melia in the back of the car.
"Well, looks like we're not gonna have to go shopping for you anytime soon, Ri," Adrian gestured at her bags.

"Har har."
"Ri, was that sarcasm?," he spoke, feigning shock.
"If that is what you people call it."

"Both of you, stop flirting!," Dllyon demanded, placing his sunglasses in his face.
I averted my eyes. "...sorry."

"Aw, Dil pickle, you made the girl feel bad," Josh commented.
"Just drive, Joshua. I need to get that report in."

Well, by Jimenez, you shouldn't have skipped then.

We made it to the school building and Adrian told me to wait by the car ad they quickly turned their reports in because school was about to let out.

I sat on the hood of the car and started going through the phone Ian handed me. That's my nickname for Adrian. Ian.
He treats me like a child, saying to play on his phone until he comes back. I may have amnesia but I don't have a disorder.

Actually, I probably do, I just forgot it.

I found two high school guys in my sights and quickly looked back down at my phone to seem busy.
Unfortunately, that did not stop them from coming over.

"Hey baby."
I rose my eyebrows at him. "Do I look 5 months old to you?"

He looked at his buddy. "Fiesty one we have here. So sweetie, why is a good girl like you skipping school?"

"I could be asking you the same question but now I wish I was in school so I didn't have to come across you."
I tried to get off of the car but the guy stopped me. "Come on, if we both dont have anything to do then might as well do something together."

I smirked. "Like kick you in the balls?"
That's exactly what I did. The guy cradled himself into a ball on the floor as I tried to fend off the other guy.

"You"*punch*"really"*kick*"are-" He caught my arm and was too close so I couldn't raise my leg.
He took a breath, he was covered with the pungent odor of ashes and alcohol.
"As I was saying, dear, you really are something."

I saw the flash of something silver and green and sharp in his right hand.
Before I could do anything, a sharp blade was pressed against my neck, drawing blood.
"What do you know?"