I'm having typical first day of school feelings
Except it's not the first day of school. I basically arrived two weeks after everyone's here.
Thanks to the homeschooling sessions I had with Mrs Regina, I'm not behind.....that much, I hope.
I'm suppose to be in junior year but thanks to my "situation", I'm going back to sophomore year.
As if my life isn't complicated enough.
We still haven't contacted my parents. Regina says it'll be best this way . I personally don't care .
I should probably explain that last statement
My memory is wiped. Totaled. Ka-plooof, if you will. I don't remember much of my life before waking up. I get bits in dreams and trigged whenever Mrs Regina says some specific statement, but other than that , I don't remember anyone from my past.
I apparently have a an older/younger sibling (I zoned out when she was explaining my family tree).
No one seems to know how I ended up in Gracies, not that I'm asking or complaining about that fact though. I'd rather not remember anything.
Regina says that's why I don't remember much. I've willed a mental block to push out unwanted memories, and so far, it's been more or less successful. Oh well, who cares.
Reginas house (yes, it's a HOUSE. Apparently,only rich people have those.) is a wonder. It's a wooden three story decorative building with a huge lawn and an amazing garden at the back. It reminds me of old manors I read about in books.
Another thing I've discovered about myself is that I absolutely love reading. It's like an obsession. Back in Gracies, they only made progress with me if I was with a book or some kind of reading material. I love getting lost in the lives of other people and seeing how they feel through the words and expressions of the writers. My personal favorite was one I found at the hospital library (apparently, reading helps a lot of patients improve progression so the hospital has a fully functional library with library cards and librarians and all that. I don't care much about the people there though. I come for only the books.)
This takes me back to the first week of my awakening. Every staff and even some of the frequent patient were ,to say the least, surprised that I was still alive. I'm positive someone fainted. It was such a shock to the entire hospital. I was apparently that patient that people would visit and take pictures and videos of for charity awarenesses and all. Sad right.
My waking up was a reall huge deal, but the hospital director, Lawrence Evercomb, said no one should alert the San Francisco media. He said some other stuff, but by then I had already passed out again.
I wake two days after that. The urges were ready this time and gave me some glucose water to help give me little strength (or to prevent me from passing out of exhaustion. Whichever one).
Then, a couple of hours later, they subjected me to a few test to see if I had more damage than was visible. I didn't. My coma acted as a healing blip in o my body.
That week was excruciating because I had just woken up after two years (more or less, I guess.) and get used to normal motion was difficult.
Here I am....I'm hoping it was a good thing I woke up
