"IF I WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO, I COULD TAKE YOU PLACES YOU AINT NEVER BEEN BEFORE!" Gracie sings loudly. Her favorite song is something called 'boyfriend'.
Finally the song ends and I ask "what was my favorite song?"
"it was someone like you, bye Adele...." she said with a small smile. She plays the song off her phone. For some reason I knew some of the lyrics.
"settled down, that you've.... Married now.... Came true.... Never mind I'll find someone like you.... For you too, don't forget me, I beg...." and I keep singing the parts I remember as Gracie looks at me with a huge smile.
"I'm so happy your finally starting to remember!" she cheers. I just roll my eyes and get out as soon as she parked.
3 girls immediately surrounded me and drilled me with questions. I just cover my ears and close my eyes. Suddenly they all stop and talk to gracie. I relax and take a deep breath.
"sorry, but how do I know you girls?" I ask them.
"I'm Ariel, and this is Martha and Jennifer. We're your besties, your clique. How do you not know us?" ariel says with disgust.
"we should go. Come on, girls." Gracie says and leaves all snobby.
I slowly walk in the halls not knowing where to go and having tons of people I don't know, greet me.
"hey, Waterson." a guy greets.
"hi." I say. And keep walking, but he comes up to me.
"what? No mean remarks to make up for the 2 weeks you disappeared for? Or are you saving it for 1st and 2nd period?" he says bitterly.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know anything!" I say and start crying. I suddenly realize the halls are empty. I just sit against the wall with my face in my knees.
"what are you talking about Ms. Princess?" he asks with disgust in his voice.
"I don't know!" I sobbed. "all I know about my current life is that I was in a plane crash, I lost my memory, my parents died in the crash, i have to live with my aunt which i hate that idea, T.V.s are extremely confusing, my favorite song is terrible!" I say all in one breath.
"well, let me tell you about your life. You are a snobbish b*tch who only cares about herself and just wants attention and you get what you want when you want it. You're stubborn, frustrating, and manipulative. You judge people by their social level, because your at the top of it. You want everything done your way and if it's not, then forget that it's even happening. You wear slutty clothes and all the guys want you and all the girls want to be you. Are you sure you want to know more?! I can say a lot more about you're f*cking life, Barbie!" with that, he leaves me there crying in the empty hallway wondering who was I?
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I finally found the principal's office and now I'm walking in.
"principal?" I ask going inside.
"yes? Oh, hi Ms. Waterson." a lady says.
"hi.... Um, I don't know anything so...." I drift off waiting for her to say something.
"oh yes, I heard about the plane crash. Here's your schedule. Almost everyone knows you so, if you have any questions, ask someone. Please go to your next class." she explains. A bell goes off and I leave to go find my class. Drama.
"hi." I say to random people while walking in the classroom. I suddenly see the mean guy I was talking to in the hallway.
"hi." I murmur while taking a seat next to him.
"your back again." he says and rolls his eyes. "your so fake."
"I don't know what I did to you, because I told you I lost all my memory. I'm only sitting next to you, because your the only person I know here." I say getting frustrated.
"your still playing your little game?" he asks.
"I just wish I died in the plane crash with my parents!" I said loudly and started crying in my arms on my desk. My parents were gone, my life was gone, I don't know what to do.
He just sighs and says "look, I didn't mean to make you cry, but seriously. Stop the act."
"Hello class! We are going to have a play so we can make some money for our school. We are doing the classic Cinderella! Zack, your the prince and you can pick your Cinderella!" he booms pointing to the mean guy who is apperantly Zack and continues telling people their parts.
"How can I prove that I'm not lying?" I ask him.
"you have to be Cinderella. If your faking it, you would never even suggest doing it."
"I'll do it." I say with confidence.
"Really? Are you serious?" he asks unsure of my answer.
"yes." I say.
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Memories
RandomJulie is a 17 year old girl whose parents died in a plane crash. She was on the plane and the only survivor, but was hit on the head and lost all her memory from age 5 and up. Read about Julie trying to live a normal life having to deal with her aun...
