Karsa Weekes???

A memory... 23/09

I stood there waiting to see if Madi just might come back but she didn't so I was alone standing there, Spooky Jim was nowhere to be found when Dallon walked in, he seemed excited as he stopped in front of me he pulled me into the biggest hug possible and squeezed me tight just before letting go, Dallon laughed at his own behaviour.
"So Karsa," he began "I bought you tickets for the Pride march today." He finished and looked at me as if observing my reaction, I of course was dumbstruck, unable to comprehend what had just happened, he seemed to catch on and looked oddly as if I were an imposter, the reason behind my behaviour was the fact my family does not support homosexuals except my Real father, and Step mother, My Step sister and my brother
Ironic really a family compiled of homophobics, millennials and a Pansexual, Non-Binary person known as me.

I subconsciously entered the car and sat in the passenger seat while Dallon began driving to the pride march, I sat silently my phone clasped in my clammy hands, I had my earphones plugged into my phone so I put them into my ears and turned on some music, it wasn't long before we had reached the pride march, I jumped out of the car, Dallon was watching me jump around, I was covered in rainbow colours and it was honestly so exciting, It wasn't long before I was participating in the event.

We got home and Dallon kissed my forehead,
"Night, Karsa." he said and walked into a different room, I walked into my room already exhausted, I put my head down into the pillow, covered myself with a blanket and began to sleep.

I was walking past my neighbourhood on the way to school, I was running that day when I noticed a flash from behind me, the paparazzi were following it was at that point that I began sprinting, suddenly I was surrounded by a mob of reporters, microphones and cameras shoved into my face, I tried to squirm my way out of the cramped area, but instead ended up falling backwards, I felt a tug and I closed my eyes, when I reopened them, there was Madi,
"Hello Miss Weekes, could you tell us your personal experience of being the adopted daughter of Dallon Weekes? And could you also mention for us how being a Non-Binary, Pansexual has influenced your behaviour and dating experiences?" She said, but while I was shocked she was mimicking the paparazzi she began to burst into laughter, I then noticed she had been joking, I looked back and saw the paparazzi running around waiting for me, I heard her laugh quietly again,
"Hey don't worry I just escaped from a mob myself, I fell into the bushes and ran for my life, being famous sucks like I can't even walk to school without being late because of them." She said, Madi got up dusting off her black ripped jeans, she grabbed my hand and we walked to school, as I paid attention to the passing paparazzi, I felt a tug on my arm and then a force pulling me down, after Madi tripped on air. Clutz, I hit the ground.

I woke up with one thought in my mind...

These aren't my memories, So whose are they?