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Prologue

I thought it was there a minute ago. It's okay, it'll come back to me. Would it not?

"Ms. Peterson, what is the answer? If you do not know, pay more attention." This teacher's words cut sharp into my heart and mind. Confusion enveloped me. I knew it. "What do you think those study guides are for?" I hummed and looked out the window. I studied. I did. I don't remember. I simply do not. "Take your seat Ms. Peterson, and remember to study next time. "I took my seat with a nod of my head." Being too embarrassed to tell the teacher I studied for hours, all this week. I sat numbly at my desk. Like a statue, I listen to the words, and phrases of the teacher's letcher.

Before leaving the classroom, I heard a remark that left my pre-dry throat drier. "How stupid can you be?" This remark came from someone. It might or might not have been directed towards me, but it hurt.

Am I stupid? I can't remember. How should I feel about this? What can I do to stop this?

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