Lost Memories

Falling~

~Maya Brooke~

Ugggh... Detention lasted forever I don't feel like going home （ーー；）

Maybe I should take a little detour, I haven't visited the area in awhile. Hmmmm... This place looks familiar. I think I used to play here, this park seems familiar to me... (・・?)

Ahhh... This swing is giving me flashbacks of my childhood. If I could remember clearly, I used to play here with somebody 10 years ago. Wow! 10 years! I bet the person forgot about it because it's already hard for me to remember something from 5 years ago.

It feels like somebody is watching me (･･;) Oh ... it's the rude guy from the principal's office.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Why does he give me the look every time I talk to him --' Does he hate me already? Am I weird? No no no no .... He's the weird one... (￣^￣)ゞ

~Ryan Monroe~

That familiar voice ... ugh not her again (−_−＃)
Why does she show up in the most random places.

Good thing she didn't take my seat on the swing set. But seriously she really talks too much and she keeps asking me questions ><

I should be the one asking questions here. This is my spot !

"What are you doing here?" I asked while walking towards her.

I planned to sit on the swing beside her, but as I was approaching her, Maya kept giving me a reproachful look. I wonder if I did something to piss her off.

Job well done ! ^ ^

"I asked you first but you never answered me T^T " said the Blondie.

"You did? I don't remember you saying something" I said (-｡-;

"You should really listen when people are talking ya know (¬_¬) " She replied irritated.

"Anyways, I'm always chilling on the swings after school" I answered.

"Are you some kind of child molester? (O_O)" She questioned me.

"What's a child molester? What the deuce is that suppose to mean? (・・?)" I asked her curiously.

"This is a park for kids ya know" Maya said with a weird look on her face.

I looked back to see if my stalker is still there but she wasn't there anymore. I turned back only to see Maya with a questioning look on her face.

"Are you looking for friends? Are you like one of those loners?" She said.

I answered "NO! I am not a child molester nor a loner and I don't have any friends (−.−＃)"

Did i really just say that I have no friends?
She laughs at my childish response.

-3 hours later of useless talking-

I questioned her with a serious face "You never told me why you decided to come here"

"I was just taking a little detour and this place looked familiar to me" she said.

"You've been here before? I haven't seen you around" I said.

"Yeah, I just moved back from London" Maya answered.

"When did you move to London?" I inquired with a failed British accent. ♪('ε｀ )

"About 10 years ago, when I was 7 years old" she replied with a perfect British accent. (*~▽~)