A/N: I originally uploaded this story as 'Reverse amnesia' I changed the plot slightly and extended the chapter. (It's about twice as long.)
Sharon's point of view.
I woke up to the soft chirps of birds and the wafting smell of bacon. I sat up and looked around my room, blinking quickly in the bright light. I lifted up my blanket and turned on the bed, setting my feet on the soft, curling carpet. I sat for a minute, considering life or something. I don’t remember. Then I stood up, pulled on my clothes, grabbed my backpack, and went to the door of my room. Opening the door and trudging down the short, narrow hallway. I raced down the stairs, letting the momentum take me faster and faster. Then stopped quickly at the bottom of the flight.
“Well aren’t you energetic this morning?” My mom called from the kitchen. I hurried in and grabbed a piece of bacon.
Turning to my mom, I said. “Good morning, did you pack my lunch yet?”
Her head snapped up from her phone so fast I thought her neck would snap. “Who the hay are you?” She asked, her question built into a yell. I looked around confused.
“I’m Sharon? Your daughter??” I replied, dragging out the words at the absurdity of the question.
She stared at me steadily. “Look kid, I don’t know how you got in here, but I don’t have any kids.”
Confused, I responded slowly. “Yes you do…” Something clicked. “Is this another prank? I don’t have time mom, I gotta go to school.”
“This is no prank kiddo. Now… GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.” She screamed at me, jumping up and throwing her mug of coffee at me. I jumped out of the way and ran. What in the world was going on? Mom couldn’t act, and wouldn’t go this far for a prank. I heard my dad racing down the stairs.
Not knowing what else to do in this strange situation, I booked it. I tore open the door and slammed it behind me. Slipping into a pair of flipflops right outside the door. I thumped down the front steps. I grabbed my bike and hopped on. Kicking off and peddling down the sidewalk towards the school.
What had gotten into her? Oh well, I’ll deal with it after school.
I pulled into the school parking lot and locked my bike onto the bike rack. I was fairly early, so when I got to the class only three other people were there. When I entered one of them glanced in my direction, looked at me curiously, then nudged his friend. “Hey… do you know her?” He asked his friend.
His friend looked at me and then I realized it was Marcus, one of my bestfriends. I headed over opening my mouth to greet him.
“Never seen her in my life, must have transfered today.” Replied Marcus. I stopped, what the oversized cat?
Then, slightly angry, I ran over and yelled in Marcus’s face. “Wha’d’ya mean you don’t know me? I’m SHARON! We’ve been friends since, the fifth grade!!”
Marcus shrunk back, shocked. “I’m sorry… I really don’t know you.” He stated with a soft chuckle backing his words.
Disgruntled, I stalked to a desk in the back corner. Glaring at Marcus as more people arrived and whispered to each other, nudging and pointing in my direction. Finally the teacher came. Mrs. Semor she glanced around at the class, waving her hands around as she scanned the group and said good morning.
“Oh, dear, are you in the wrong class?” She asked, looking right at me.
I was taken aback. Marcus and my parents I could understand pulling a prank like this. But they could never get sweet Mrs. Semor in on it.
“Umm… I think I am lost actually.” I said swiftly. Getting up and grabbing my bag. I left the room and walked down the hall. Not knowing what to think.
But somehow… someway… everyone had forgotten me.
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