Amanda forces me to put on my pajamas like a child as she makes a call. I go to my room and brush my fingers along an unfamiliar navy blue blanket. I glance at the many books on a shelf, and a few old pictures of me on the dresser. I dig through some of the drawers to see if I can find something that will reveal my past, but there is nothing. That is what I believe until I find a flap under one of the drawers. I put my hand flat under it, and pull something out.
Newspaper clippings.
DRUNK DRIVER KILLS MOTHER AND CHILD ON HIGHWAY.
I skim through the text, and it says that a fourteen-year-old girl survived the accident, but her sister and her mother were killed instantly. I look for a name. My heart stops when I see it. Grace Patterson.
Tears send pricks of pain into my eyes.
I look at a picture behind it. A middle-aged woman is on a road, her blond hair like a fan around her head, splotches of blood on her chest and face. A girl that looks about thirteen has her eyes open, her lips blue and her skin pale. A shock goes through my forehead and I wince, dropping the papers. One in specific catches my eye.
This one is of a boy. His brown hair is combed to one side. His blue eyes are bright and his smile is dazzling. He is in a black suit, a tie fitted at his collar. And his hand is at the waist of a girl in a long red dress. The girl is also smiling at the camera, a bouquet of roses in her arms. I find another one, with the blanket that's on my bed wrapped around them. The next one of them touching noses. Then kissing.
The girl; she's me.
And the boy....
He's Ryan.
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The Giving ( ON HOLD )
Teen FictionGrace Patterson doesn't remember anything. When she wakes up, she sees a stranger standing in front of her hospital bed. She doesn't know why, but she feels like they have a connection. Months pass, and she is now face-to-face with him. Will she tal...
