Me, Myself And I

Hey strangers, erm, friends

Scarlett's POV

I woke up at 7am today. Luckily I didn't dream at all, it was refreshing. I knew what fate had in store for me today. Meeting up with a bunch of strangers who were my "friends". I made my bed and strolled into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I brushed my bird's nest into honey golden locks. I wore a purple summer dress with white sandals. I wore a white leather jacket I found in my closet. I French braided my hair and spritz on some perfume I bought yesterday. I made my way downstairs with my phone in hand. "Hey honey, you look nice," my mom praised. "And old," I said under my breath. Thankfully she heard nothing.

"Where's dad?" I asked her. "Oh, you just missed him. He's gone for work," my mom said. "I was about to go too but you entered," she adds. "Well, I don't want to keep you, bye. I'll see you later," I told her. "Bye honey, call me if there's anything wrong okay?" She told me. I nodded and gave her a small smile. She left and I was left alone in this suddenly big house. I was never usually alone. My mom tends to always be at home but its different now. I fried two eggs and some bacon. I toasted some bread and sliced some Cheddar cheese. I plated my food and poured some apple juice for myself. I ate in quiet peace and harmony. After I was done I washed the dishes and swept the floors. I tidied up in the living room too before I settled down and watched some adventure time. I had a feeling I didn't watch this anymore but in my mind I was still 15 and I still loved these.

After a few more hours of watching cartoons I checked the time and saw that it was still 11:07. I went up to the bathroom and peed and went into my room. I decided that since I had some minutes alone before Jen arrived I could dig up some "missing links". It's what I decided to call the memory gaps in my mind. I had basically nothing in my room. My laptop showed history of many visits to YouTube and watching some movies on it but either than that, Nada. I looked through my closet and drawers, I found some school pictures and other trivial things. I looked through my supposed black school bag. It had school notes from the eleventh grade.

As I looked through these notes and read some things my mind froze and worked backwards. Its the only explanation I had. I saw myself sitting in a blue painted classroom, it looked like biology. I was seated with Jen. The teacher was saying a bunch of stuff and I was writing down all the notes. Suddenly she asked me a question and I knew it. "Anaphase," I said out loud. And just then everything went black.

"Scar, Scar, Scar," Jen shook me. "Jen? What's going on?" I asked, confused. I was laying on the ground and my head throbbed a bit. "I should ask you. I came here and knock but no one answered. I let myself in and called out your name but you didn't answer so I went up to your room and I saw you laying on the floor muttering incoherent things," she told me. "Jen, I think I just had another memory," I informed her. "Well you'll tell me about it in the car, let's go," she nudged my arm. I stood up and messaged my head for a bit. I took my phone and headed out to Jen's car. Once she started driving I told her everything.

"I was in my room, looking for things to try and gain my memory back. There was really nothing in my room, just ordinary things but when I opened my school bag and read my notes and stuff, its like something clicked. My mind was suddenly in a memory of me in class with you, allegedly biology. The teacher, Mrs Dawson was teaching and I was writing down notes. You were seated next to me," I told her. "You remember that? Mrs Dawson too?" She asked shocked. "Yes Jen, but what's even more stranger is when Mrs Dawson asked me a question, I knew it and I said it out loud. And after that all I had learned in school seemed to make its ugly appearance. I remember everything I've learned till grade eleven," I concluded. "Wow Scar, that means a lot. Mhm let's see, what plant organelle is responsible for respiration?" Jen asked me. "A mitochondria," I told her, which blew my own mind away. "I guess you really do remember, but do you remember anything else, any people?" She asked hopeful. "Sadly no. Just this," I told her, mentally kicking myself for crushing her hopes.