True Identity

Trying to Remember

Chapter 2

After an Interesting first week at Madison High, I returned to Fosters Adoption Center feeling slightly exhausted but with a smile on my face. I was greeted by lady who took me in. Mrs Frances smiled warmly at me and asked me how my day went. I happily told her about my two new friends Cassidy and Bree. After spending a week with those two I realized that Cassidy wasn't as insane as I originally thought. Bree and Cassidy had an interesting friendship. Cassidy was the loud, mischievous, outspoken one and Bree was the voice of reason. Bree was the only one who could get Cassidy to listen. In that way they balanced each other out.

Deep in contemplation, I failed to notice the space in between the unstable flight of stairs and I plunged right in between step four and five. I sighed. Not again. This happened most days when I was buried deep in my memories. I grasped the banisters on the either side of that rickety staircase and heaved myself out. I checked for any splinters before hurriedly climbing the rest of the steps to the top. I opened the door to my room, a small door at the top of the flight of stairs. Since I was a new and unexpected 'guest' I had no choice but to use this small space as my room as everywhere else was taken.

I didn't mind.

There was a nice view of the surrounding forest from here anyway. Fosters Adoption Centre was a relatively old building. Made of concrete and painted a pale blue on the outside. There were five floors, a kitchen, a dining hall, a field just at the back of the building and thankfully, a bathroom at every level. I was immensely grateful to have my own bathroom. I guess I don't really mind sharing, but given a choice I prefer one to myself.

I dumped my bag pack onto my bed and flopped down beside it. Rolling over to my right, I stared at the pale pink wallpaper. After amusing myself by counting the number of cracks in it. I rolled over to the left and stared out at the wide glass window. It provided me with a fantastic view of the nearby forest. There were plenty of forests here. For some reason while the other kids were scared of the forests, i found them enchanting. I was just itching for an opportunity to explore them.

After that accident I was in, all I can remember was stumbling around in a forest and tripping over roots. There was mud everywhere.

I frowned, causing a smile crease to appear on my forehead. The stories of how i got here always confused me. Mrs Frances said that I was found lying on the side of the road covered in blood and scratches. She said that she had received an anonymous phone call about an unfortunate accident. Apparently my parents had died in that accident.

It was queer.

I couldn't remember anything from before that. I couldn't even remember my parents. I just knew my name. Keira. That's all. Everything was foggy. The doctor told me it might be temporary amnesia and that there was a high chance I would recall my memories. I've been trying. I can't remember much.

I tried everyday to recall something. A small detail. Anything. From what little I could recall, I remember my heart beating very fast. I was confused and lost and scared. There were trees surrounding me, the mud squelched under my bare feet and the roots tripped me with every clumsy step I took. It was cold. It was dark. Just as my feet touched something hard and cold. I remember seeing a bright pair of lights. That's when it all went black.

I sighed. I couldn't remember anything else.

I continued to stare at the forest. For what it's worth, I think that the forest has something to do with my memories. No one just turns up on the doorstep of an orphanage right?

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Hey guys! Second chapter and as you can see I have no idea what to name my chapters so...if they sound odd well, I TRIED. Hehe.

Bye!

~Vic