Ian isn't looking for trouble, so when he wakes up in a hospital unaware of what has happened to him, he refuses to find out the truth. Why would he want to remember something that might be too much to handle? The past is the past, isn't it?
But the...
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SUMMER. 1 YEAR BEFORE THE ACCIDENT.
I swear nothing ever goes my way. That summer we decided to pretend we were responsible adults and that it was time to start earning some money on our own. Well, Bobbie and Nicole decided, I didn't have a say. You're not kids anymore? Cool, well, I'm not a kid anymore either, pff, I can get a job... Even if I really don't want to... Plus, I knew it was going to be good for me. I would never have to ask for money again. And hearing less from my parents about how I'm lazy and not doing anything was a pretty great reward actually.
Being fifteen didn't leave us a lot of options. Not many employers want to hire a bunch of kids. But I was clever about it and knew how to at least make some fun out of it. I convinced them to apply for a job in an amusement part. They always need extra hands in the summertime. Smart? Of course it is. We would have free tickets. Free rides every day. And it's close to the beach so we could go there and cool down after working in the heat for so long. It was a great plan.
But as I said before, nothing goes my way. I should have known that by now. We called, went for a job interview, everything seemed fine. "Okay, you're going to be ushers," he said. Well, that was simple, wasn't it? Yeah, too simple as it turned out. The next day we were supposed to be sent an e-mail with work regulation and that kind of stuff. And we were, but I got a different one. Something along the lines: "Sorry to inform, but we hired someone better than you." They had enough people, apparently. Well, don't hire Bobbie and Nicole either, what am supposed to be doing without them? No, I'm kidding, they wanted this job for real, so I'm glad they got it.
But seriously, what was I supposed to do? If I had told my parents about it they would have only made me feel worse than I already did. And now, that Nick and Bobbie were going to be unavailable for the majority of the time, I had to find another job. Even I know that wasting time in my room the whole summer would be very foolish of me.
I saw on Facebook the other day that a girl who had just finished her senior year in my school was looking for someone to help her or rather keep her company selling ice cream. Her name's Martha and she has her own ice cream truck. She's cool. I'd met her before, actually, while volunteering at school to spread awareness about climate change. I messaged her and got the job.
The first day wasn't that bad. Martha and I had nothing in common, but surprisingly the conversations were endless. She had just finished high school and she still didn't know what she wanted to do in life. You're old, how can you not know that by now? But she really didn't seem to be bothered by it. "Whatever life brings," she told me. Kind of refreshing.
On the second day, I started to realize why she was looking for someone to help. Sure, it wasn't that hard of a job, but doing it alone I would have lost my mind. And I don't know what the problem was, but we didn't have that many clients. Like, really, what was the problem? Kids are weird these days. When did they stop liking ice cream?
