It's A Cliche

PART TEN

It's crazy the things we take for granted sometimes. One day, you know you're Aria Jordan and the next you're wondering if it really is.

"You do know it's just temporary amnesia."

I give Cara a look that says just let me have this.

"Okay..." She says in resignation. " Knock yourself out."

"I know I'm being dramatic but there's a lot of things, surprising things about myself I'm learning. I just pictured a different version of the one I'm being told about."

"Well you shouldn't even be asking about it. Aria you need to let yourself heal. It'll come to you. " She assures me with concern while I inwardly roll my eyes. I'm not doing it outwardly cause I don't want to be rude to Cara when she's trying to help me. I'm fed up on this head injury crap. If I have to hear about it one more time, I feel like I'd just pull all of my hair out.

Cara's seating on my rooms sofa. I practically have a mini parlour in my room. It's just occupying the other half of the took where the king sized bed isn't. The TV is in front of the bed obvi, but the coffee table and little settee occupies that side of the bedroom. Hey, my family's blessed what can I say. It doesn't mean I take it for granted.

Cara stopped by after dinner while Tristan and his parents had left already. Her family and her just got back from the college tour so she decided she had to stop buy and see me. Yes, I know, she's seweet like that.

As she tells me about her college tour, I drift toward the goodie basket she brought me as a get well soon gift. I guess I really know how to pick my friends.

"... Frankie told me Melanie Maxwell is planning to get a boob job after graduation. Her parents don't agree, but she's doing it anyways..."

"Uh-huh" I reply absentmindedly as I'm more interested in the basket filled with chocolate and cookies to the brim. All kinds of delicious chocolate and even oreo cookies. Who cares about Melanie's boobs? They've always seemed okay to me though.

I let my fingers move over the chocolate wrappers as I eye the cookies and envision my self devouring all these rich, tasty goodness.

"...it's not official yet..."

Pausing to listen to Cara, then I let my mind wander back to the basket. Iwonder if I could sneak a bit of wine here. This'll be great with wine.

"...Can you believe it Mr. Cooper, I don't know who the girl is. Not yet at least. But wow, it's been a long time coming this, you know?" She abruptly looks at me as if asking a question.

"Wha..." I'm snapped out of my reverie and I see Cara staring at me expectantly. It takes a moment for me to comprehend that she asked me a question and was expecting an answer but I don't know what it is. My eyes dart around the room, as I expect the answer to her question to mysteriously come to me.

"Dumbass!" She curses realizing I zoned out for almost all of the conversation. I'm usually a good conversation but I'm a bit uninterested today having a lot on my mind. She picks up the throw pillow the sofa in a telltale way as I see the mischievous glint in her eyes.
I'm about to protest on my head injury when. Smack. Right in the face.

"Ha! That's for zoning out when I'm talking to you." She says in a victorious tone.

Ugh. "Sorry, I got carried away." I apologize.

My mind's been all muddled since my parents announced that since my health has improved a bit I should be going to school tomorrow. I don't know what I'll face there. Not from the people I'm not scared. Just from the things I don't know about myself. Let alone the attention I'll be sure to get from sympathizers. I don't want to sound ungrateful but I just want to dig a hole and hide sometimes when I get too much attention.