Forgotten - A GMD3/District3 Fanfiction

Chapter 1 - A New Start

Nothing was working. Why couldn't I open my eyes? Or move my hands? What was going on? I could hear voices murmuring but my mouth refused to open to say a single word. The only scene before my eyes was a white pool of blankness. "Summer?" A gently voice whispered. Who was Summer? Or what was Summer? Help me, someone get me out of here.

Well, good way to introduce a story isn't it? Perhaps not.. well maybe you guessed, maybe you didn't but my name is Summer and I am 18 years old. Or so I'm told. When I woke up in that hospital bed, no recollection of my past, present or future I wasn't expected to catch on so fast, but they did say I was talented in what I call my 'First life'. Quite a few of you might have heard about that medical condition when you hit your head, or something like that, and you loose your memory completely. I didn't ask many questions then and since no one ever decided to bring it up, I guess it was a rough topic of conversation. But that's all I know; I've been introduced to relatives, friends, special occasions and inventions. According to the doctors, they say I am lucky to be here, that a fair amount of people with the same condition don't even remember how to walk and talk. I'm not so sure, having to go with what the people around me told me who were to me strangers, wasn't easy. But I did it, and I'm here now, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this, would I?

You can probably tell I have a tendency to repeat myself, and as much as I'd love to blame that on all the intense surgery I endured, I'm pretty sure it's just one of my personality traits. So hello, my name is Summer Rose Colby and I am 18. I told you that already didn't I? Okay, let's make a deal, every time I repeat myself I give you permission to slap me. Go on, I don't mind, it must get irritating at some point, I even irritate myself! Okay well now you know as much as I do I suppose I should really move on, no one wants to know, do they? Didn't think so. You want to know what I look like do you? A potato. Basically. I'm not even joking so you giggling to yourself can shh now. I have dark, poo coloured brown hair which finishes about belly button height. It's wavy, curly and every other word except straight. Burnt probably describes it the most, considering how often I straighten it to get rid of those annoying frizzy bits that get in the way. I'm small for my age. Okay I lied, I am small for a ten year old - maybe that's a slight exaggeration but if you saw me compared to my friends you would understand, it's like they're my body guards! I have bright blue eyes, possibly the only thing I like about my potato face. I did tell you to shut up, didn't I? Where were we? Oh yeah, my life. Sorry to change to subject, but remind me again why you want to spend your time reading about a walking potato. Well, you're reading it aren't you, so who am I to get in your way? Read on.

I live with my dad and 8 year old sister in a three bedroom flat, in a small town you won't have heard of so it's not worth mentioning. I hear your little brains taking all this information in, summing up my life and what to make of me exactly. A question I can see in your eyes, you are dying to ask. My mother? She died. Of course, I don't remember any of it, this was long before my sister was born and I was only five years old. She died of a brain tumor, which is horrible and heartbreaking, I agree. But I don't know her. If I saw her in the street I wouldn't recognise her, she was my mother and she gave birth to me but she's a stranger. I do miss her though. Yes, alright I am confusing but if you carry on moaning you may as well stop reading all together then! There's not really any more I want to say about myself? I don't think, but I'm really forgetful.

I remember! How could I forget! My bestfriend. Lilian Carter has (again, apparently) been my best friend since pre-school, where we bonded over drawing faces on potatoes, aka a self portrait of myself. Not Lil though, she's gorgeous! She is actually amazing, an amazing friend, sister, daughter, and artist. Especially artist, her drawings are good enough to be in the national gallery! I would adore to tell you a cute little story about how Lil and I grew up together, and you know I would if I could. I owe her everything, I might not have been here now had she not got involved. But that's a story I'm meant to leave untold. Maybe one day, when you all stop laughing at me for looking like a potato, I'll tell you. Maybe. But you there, still sniggering? You'll never find out. Cue evil laugh.

A/N - Hello my fellow Wattpaddiers. Wattpaddians? Watties? I'll just call you readers, it makes life a whole lot easier. If you read this all, thank you so much. I'm really unsure as to whether it's what you all want or like, and it will take a while for the whole GMD3 part to kick in, but I promise it is all linked, and you will find out soon ish. I hope. If you fan and vote, I love you. If you comment, I want to marry you, okay? I appreciate feedback so much, and the favour will be returned! So just thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, in all the languages I know. So two. Okay well merci, bye!