Memory Lane - Chaper 11

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Amanda's POV~

I can't say I didn't sleep like a baby, because I did. I woke up, forgetting all drama that's going on in my life right now.

I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, seeing my puffy eyes with dark bags under them.

I walked out of the room and to my brother and his roommate's room. I saw Nate's roommate, Jack, laying in bed with tissues everywhere.

"You okay?" I asked feeling a tiny bit nosy. He looked very sick, tissues everywhere, empty tissue boxes on the floor, and a pot on the floor in case he throws up.

"Yeah, I'm just sick," Jack replies. He sure doesn't look okay. Jack pulls out his phone and smiles, laughing a bit.

"Who ya texting?" I asked, okay maybe I am more than a little nosy.

"My girlfriend," he replied, then sneezed.

"I'm going to take a shower, feel better!" I said while walking towards the bathroom.

After my shower, I felt much more refreshed. I put on yoga pants and a blue jacket. I walked lazily to the closet and put on my Uggs.

"I'm going to go explore, call me if you need anything," I told Jack while walking out the front door. I walked through the hall the way I first came and finally got to a door that would lead me outside. I slowly pushed the door open, blinded by the sudden rush of sunlight in my direction.

I looked around, thinking about where I should go first. I decided I would drive around for a bit, to find somewhere I could hang out.

I walked towards the parking lot, where I parked my car and finally found it. I hopped in and buckled my seatbelt. I started the car and drove off to who knows where.

I drove for awhile until I decided to give up, I saw a nearby Burger King and decided to get lunch there.

I walked inside and saw a huge group of college people. I sat down at a table and saw some people at the table next to me who look my age.

"Look. There's the murderer!" One girl whispered loudly while pointing me out to her friends.

"What the heck!!" I screamed. "IN NOW WAY POSSIBLE AM I A MURDERER! IT WAS A CAR ACCIDENT AND I WAS DRIVING! IN NO SUCH MANNER WAS IT MY FAULT!! I DONT EVEN REMEMBER IT SO BACK OFF!!" I poured my heart out. "Who are you anyways?" I ordered.

"Friends of Nate," one girl smirked.

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