Lost memories.

Meet Charlie

Millie

You know that murderous feeling you get when your dreams are rudely cut of by the infuriating invention called an alarm? Yes, I know how you feel. Honestly, if an alarm was human, I wouldve been sent to prison for first degree murder. That is how much I hate those godforsaken things. However, since I can't exactly chuck my phone against the wall, i opt for the more sensible decision of pressing the stop button.

Only six hours of college to go and then i can be back in the comfort of my own home. Dont get me wrong, i like college and all but two days is not enough time to get used to being in an over populated place when you have spent a good five months away from that many people. And dont even get me started on the patronising teachers. Oh God! I mean, having amnesia doesnt mean im dumb or deaf. Hell, it doesnt mean they have to talk im a five year old or look at me like I'm some sort of injured animal. Talking about looks, you wouldnt believe the looks i have been getting. I have the boys looking at me like im some edible slab of meat. Then I have the girls, whose looks range from curious to intimading to out right bitchy. Im just like, what is up with you people. So goddamn rude! Now you can hardly blame me from not wanting to leave the comfort of my wonderful bed, can you?

Forcing my self out of bed, i head for the shower thinking that hopefully today i get to see James. He hasnt been in since we argued that day and i have trried to text and call him several times but he hasnt responded to anything yet. Charlie tried to reassure me that he has his reasons for being distant. Charlie is my gorgeous looking driver in his early twenties you see. Him and i have gotten close in the space of nearly a week because mum suggested that we start getting used to each other as he is going to be my persoinal driver for some time now. Or at least until I have gotten over my fear of driving. Charlie is a really good guy actually. If i was single, i would definately date him and i bet if he was gay, he would make the best gay friend ever. Honestly, he is so lovely and has a great personality. It also helps that he gives great advice. What i would do without that blue eyed boy, i dont know.

One thing i hate about college is that there isnt any uniform. I know that sounds wierd but it really bugs me. The reason why i hate it is because its so much effort having to look for a different outfits every sinlge day. Especially, when you have friends like mine, its a crime to wear the same outfit in the space of a year. Im not even exaggerating when i say they have photographic memory for clothing. For instance, the other day we were sitting in the canteen and we werent talking about anything in particular but Lilly suddenly let out a shriek, effectively making all heads turn to her.

"What is it?" I asked, genuenly concerned.

"O.M.G! Rian Williams is wearing the same exact outfit she wore to the home coming party last summer!" She whisper shouts, doing all these hand gestures to emphasise just how outraged she is.

"And..." Being sort of new and all, it takes time to adjust to everyones behaviour.

"And?! That is like the first rule in the fashion world! You dont wear the

same outfit twice in the space of a year! EVER! Why do you think our parents are so rich? Honestly, Millie keep up."

So there you go, i cant be caught wearing the same thing twice in the space of a year, let alone the space of a month. Lilly would disown me as a friend just because of my lack of fashion intelligence as she likes to call it.

Finally, i decide on a red and black polkadot dress and black wedges. I leave my hair in natural waves and apply some mascara to make my blue eyes pop and a touch a lipgloss to finish the look and then im ready to go.

"Morning mum!" Kissing her cheek, i head over to the fridge to grab some milk for cereal.

"Morning! You have to hurry up because im taking you to college today." She says as a matter of fact without even glancing up from her black berry.