Generation Infinosil

Chapter Five

Chapter Five - Shane

2050

Some people think that moving school in the middle of year 12 is a highly unwise decision, but it was the best decision I ever made.

I decided to move school when everyone discovered my accident. I couldn't handle the constant questions and the comments about how "lucky" I was to have survived.

"What's so lucky about having your memory completely erased?" I remember always wondering.

But I'm glad now that I did survive. If I didn't, I wouldn't have moved schools and my life wouldn't have changed for the better.

As I opened the door, I was so worried that people wouldn't like me, that people would discover my past. I was so close to turning around but I pushed myself to continue, to step through the door and put up a façade of confidence.

What I saw before me was rather unpleasant; a hunch-backed figure with eyes that seemed ready to pop out of her skull and thin threads of hair protruding out of her red and peeling scalp. It was enough to send anyone running but I had to stay rooted to my spot. I had to keep my mask up if I wanted to set a good first impression.

I asked if I was in the right room and she looked at me in a way that implied she was thinking, "oh great, another student to put up with." But I tried to give her my most charming smile and she informed me that, yes, she was expecting me and luckily there's a spare desk.

I followed her bony finger and it lead me to a desk behind a blonde girl. She was staring off into space but when I passed her, she snapped back into reality and looked right at me; as if she were analysing my every move. It was almost like she recognised me.

The truth is, I recognised her.

I recognised those long locks that parted perfectly in the middle of her head and fell over her eyes when she leaned forward.

I recognised that small, button nose that was placed in just the right spot.

I recognised those dazzling, gorgeous eyes that shimmered even without the presence of light.

I tried not to let her realise I was looking at her by peering at her through the corner of my eye. I wanted so badly to stare into those eyes for as long as I needed to figure out where I knew her from.

"But even if I did know her, what are the chances that she'd remember me?" I thought with, I have to admit, a large amount of despair.

"I doubt she was purposefully looking at me, I'm nothing special."