Finding Rebecca

Chapter Two

Adjusting is the hardest part, trying to figuring out who you are - or in this case, was. I was discharged the morning after Alyx's, or my parents came to my room and claimed to have birthed me. When we reached our destination, I was shown to the room where I apparently made many memories.
Alyx's - my - room was bright. The walls are an off white color with sheer drapes to cover the floor to ceiling windows that were evenly portioned through the room. A queen sized bed lied up against the far wall, lacy pillows and a matching puffy comforter finished the decor. A desk sat against the wall to the right of the bed, while a vanity sat against the wall at the foot of the bed. A flat screen was mounted onto the wall above the vanity and to the right of both was a door. The closet, probably.
Nothing really triggered any memory, so I went to explore.
Walking around slowly, I took in the gorgeously made up room and climbed into the bed. Within moments I was asleep.
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Morning came quickly as I gathered my things and prepared myself for going back to school. Melissa, my mom, tried to convince me not to, insisting I wasn't ready. I insisted on going, I need to! I need to try and do normal things, I need to try and remember.
After grabbing a quick something to eat, I got in the car as Mom reluctantly drove me. As we approached the school, I took it all it. It was a prep school, very English looking as well as old looking. It resembled a type of castle. Students flocked in groups across the lawn, waiting for the doors to open.
Mom handed me my schedule as I left the car and made my descent down the path.
Looking down at what my first class was and where it was, I bumped into someone and tripped.
This is going to be a long day.