On Mondays

First

I felt so weird.
Stood up.
I was lying in front of an American high school, and I dont remember anything. I don't know my name or what I am doing there.

I found that I know my way around this school and i know where to be at a particular time.

At first, I thought I died and became a ghost but people talked to me and I was too shocked to reply so, everyone thinks I'm mute.

Apparently, I have an apartment.

I found myself walking there after school.
Actually, all I did was hide in the restrooms all day.

I had the keys in my pocket.

The only gadget i have is an iPod.

There was very little food in the fridge when I got into the apartment, only syrup and leftover Chinese with some bread on the counter and the place felt like I had been there a million times.

After eating a few slices of bread I found and a can of Coke, I went into what seemed like my room which had only a wooden frame, a bare matress, an empty dresser, a mirror, a little window, and a few shirts with two pairs of pants.

I sat on the floor and cried becausee I was confused.

I found this pen and jotter in a drawer and I am still crying as I am writing this.

I decided to start writing this because I want to be able to read this again when I finally find out who I am.

Author's note: hey guys. New story here. Hope you like it. One chapter is one day.

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Good night. or whatever time of the day it is where you are