Snippet #2424704

Just when I'm finally beginning to have a decent dream about nothing in particular, I'm suddenly jolted awake by the sound of someone calling my name. Still in a bit of a daze from entering a deep sleep, an alarm went off in my head, making me think that something was wrong; the calling sounded almost like screaming at first, until I heard my name a second time after my upper half sprung up into a sitting position, inhaling sharply as my eyes widened out of shock. My first instinct was to look around, which I did, noticing two girls standing not too far away from me, beckoning me over to them. I knew them very well as Lacey Harvelle and...Amber Breth. I, of course, knew them by many other names as well; ones that I doubt they're even aware were once theirs, but this was who they were in this day and age. I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes and stretched my arms out. Heaving a small sigh, I took out my pocket-watch -- a familiar sight to the others by now -- and looked at the time. Each tick of the hands made a tiny noise that was in synch with the clock in my head. It was about 5 minutes to 2pm. School would be out in about 40 minutes, so why was Lacey and Amber asking me to join them? Was everyone skipping school early today...?

Closing my watch with a click, I placed it back in my pocket and stood up, brushing the grass and dirt from my pants. Giving a yawn and yet another stretch, I hunched forward and gave my friends a lazy wave as I began slowly walking over to them. To be honest, I really don't want to go out right now. Much less for milkshakes... But I like to make it a regular thing to at least hang out with my friends every once in awhile, so as not to make them worry any further about my usual antisocial behavior. I haven't actually talked to them much outside of school and the occasional text or Facebook notification recently, so I suppose I owe them at least this much.

Clearly not too pleased with how I was taking my sweet-ass time getting over to the car they were in, Lacey noisily slammed her hand down on the horn, startling me as a flash of a particular bus came hurtling toward me in my mind's eye. My body froze for a second, still practically half-asleep, until I shook it off and continued my walk, a little faster this time, to what I suppose would be my ride home for today. I didn't have a car, despite how convenient it would be to have one, for most people. Nope, I have a bike. No, not a motorcycle; a regular old, metal-frame bicycle. And, not to brag or anything, I'm fairly talented with it. I may not be able to outrun a car, but it gets the job done when I need to cut through tight obstacles in order to reach my destination without much trouble. It was only a matter of time before I would need it for such a thing once again... If I didn't use my bike, I'd just walk everywhere. This normally gave my friends something to pick about out of fun, but I honestly didn't care. I got tired of taking driving tests after my 3rd run of high school... Believe it or not, it gets rather repetitive and annoying. Living in a small town did have its perks for a bike-rider like myself, though.

Finally reaching the car, I gave the two of them a wave through the window of the passenger side door before opening the back and sliding in. I closed the door and rested my hands on my lap, smiling wryly as I gave them a "Hi". I looked around at nothing in particular. It was a fairly nice car. Still smelled rather new. "Sooo..." I said, locking eyes with Lacey. "What's the plan? Are we really escaping with only 1 class left...? Doesn't seem very logical to me..." I gave them a playful smirk and looked out the window. This sucked. Not because I was with my friends, but because I was wasting my time when I could be searching for my solution to the biggest problem of our existence... What was I doing, skipping class and falling asleep in a tree, and then again on the ground just after...? And now going for milkshakes? The hell is wrong with me...? Maybe I'm just finally tired of trying? I sure hope not. There's more than just me who is affected by the outcome of this curse... By now, I figured my expression must have changed into one of hard focus, which made me slacken my face a bit and turn it into another smile.

"Think you said something about milkshakes? Who else is coming? Or is it just us three?" I asked her, wondering just how 'festive' this was going to become. I glanced at Amber for a moment and gave her a nod, not knowing what else to do or say. This girl was always tricky to deal with (especially for me, due to personal history), no matter what her name was this time around. While she can be more than sweet at times, she can also be a bit nosy, which was a good reason not to let your guard down around her and show her your true feelings, unless you actually WANTED her to know... I didn't. I didn't want anyone to know. It'll come out again once everyone remembers, though. It always does. Either way, it's much easier to just stay silent about how I feel. Just like everything else I choose to hide...

And that was when yet another familiar face decided to pop its way in. Violet Haring. The person I grew up with in this life. For a long time in this life, she was my best friend. But then...like always, I started to remember... Sidling up rather close to my side than I'm used to, she sneers at me, knowing that I tend to dislike having my personal space invaded. I think the current her likes me or something. Guess it's understandable in that we're supposed to be childhood friends in this life, but I find it strange that she could feel any closeness with me at all these days... What a pain... "Hey, Vi." I say to her, giving her a friendly nudge with my elbow. Despite her not being my real oldest friend, I still couldn't help but feel the connection that grew between us while growing up together. This is how it was with every new cycle; whilst living it, my old personality, thoughts and feelings, before I regained my memories, would always seep into my daily life by reflex. Violet and I were close for years. And even now after I've clearly alienated myself from everyone, I still feel that bond. And worse yet, so does she...