"Don't forget some good boots that you can run in still." Allen reminded, notifying Amy that he probably didn't notice the girls eyeing him and all the glaring in her direction.
"I won't forget about boots! That would be stupid." Amy strutted over to the woman's shoes, where the boots were, the clothing tossed into a basket. She actually almost forgot about getting boots, she was distracted by the teen girls. Amy so wanted to yell at them, " This guy is not my boyfriend! He's my cousin! " Course' that wasn't true, that was a cover for her identity. Amy lost her memories, she remembers some things, like her age and birthday, but she doesn't even know if her name is even Amy. It was just a name Allen gave her when he found her on the campus, standing at the entrance of the school sitting down on the pavement wearing only a tank-top and shorts.
"What's your name?" He asked her. "I don't know it, I don't remember anything."
"Since you don't remember a thing, how about I give you a name? " he didn't wait for a reply. "I think it should be Amy Louiston. That way you can pretend to be my cousin."
This happened two months ago, and Amy still thinks it was the best day of her life, but also the worst. She had to go the principal's office and sign up for the school.
The principal was a... fancy looking fellow, always wearing a black suit and a stripy green tie. He was super tall, his skin was the color of milk chocolate and his gleaming eyes were almost black. His hair looked like a helmet, as if he had put 5 large canisters of hair gel on it.
"Mr. Frederick, this is Amy, she's my cousin and she would like to attend school here with me." Allen had said to the principal, trying to look him in the eye. Mr. Frederick questioned, "And why would she be attending school here?"
Allen just told him my parents had died and I would be living with him now, and since he lives in the school, I would have to go to this school aswell so I wouldn't be alone. "Very well then, she can attend this school. But she will be in all of your classes."
After that, he just brought me to his room. It was a mess, clothing pushed into a pile in a corner of the room, the bed was completely black, and a giant mess. The walls and floor were solid concrete, no color or anything on them, except for a small red carpet under a school desk in the corner.
Amy was startled when Allen was shaking her shoulders, telling me to snap out of it. " You look like a lunatic, just standing in the middle of the walkway staring into space."
"Oh.. sorry." Amy was too stunned to make a sassy comeback. She had blanked out. Allen brought her over the the woman's shoes section, she looked through the aisle of boots, noticing a perfect design for her. She pulled a box of Winter hiking boots of the shelf and opened the box.
