I guess you could say I was a forgetful person. Dates flew out of my mind, I could never find anything, and I always managed to forget what I was going to say. It was the most irritating thing in the world, but I had always been like that. Ever since I was five, when my dad died, I couldn’t remember things. I don’t know; it just hurt to think because my mind would always drift to him. Even the most random things, like a dog, somehow morphed into his face. It was okay, though. My imaginary friends helped me remember important things, like what had just happened and important information. Then, I got older. All of those friends left, and it all got worse. No one was there to remind me anymore. In the middle of March, I walked into my high school
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I had called Amelia to tell her about it on Sunday night. My mom was furious I had brought home a low B on my English essay. She had always put me to high standards, but she had a strange way of going about it. If I didn’t please her, she thought I wasn’t trying hard enough and disrespecting her. Then, it was like a bomb was going off for the next two hours. Amelia was the only one who really knew about those happenings since I had known her since middle school, and she was the one to really make a correlation between my violent changes in mood and my mother’s reprimands. Apparently, I always acted pretty different after …show more content…
Fifty dollars had been taken out of her purse. She put it in there the day before, before she went to bed, and suddenly, it was gone. It had disappeared out of thin air. I didn’t have any siblings, so there was no one to blame but me. I had no memory of it, but seeing as how there was no other explanation, I repaid her in full with money I had been saving and apologized. I’m not sure about anything after that, though. I only started to recall things during the middle of dinner that day, and even then, I was completely out of it, like I wasn’t completely there. I would feel my mouth move and hear myself talk, but it felt like I wasn’t the one speaking. I wasn’t sure what
I had called Amelia to tell her about it on Sunday night. My mom was furious I had brought home a low B on my English essay. She had always put me to high standards, but she had a strange way of going about it. If I didn’t please her, she thought I wasn’t trying hard enough and disrespecting her. Then, it was like a bomb was going off for the next two hours. Amelia was the only one who really knew about those happenings since I had known her since middle school, and she was the one to really make a correlation between my violent changes in mood and my mother’s reprimands. Apparently, I always acted pretty different after …show more content…
Fifty dollars had been taken out of her purse. She put it in there the day before, before she went to bed, and suddenly, it was gone. It had disappeared out of thin air. I didn’t have any siblings, so there was no one to blame but me. I had no memory of it, but seeing as how there was no other explanation, I repaid her in full with money I had been saving and apologized. I’m not sure about anything after that, though. I only started to recall things during the middle of dinner that day, and even then, I was completely out of it, like I wasn’t completely there. I would feel my mouth move and hear myself talk, but it felt like I wasn’t the one speaking. I wasn’t sure what