They say my name is Hermione (7)

Have I mentioned that I'm tired of this? I'm tired of people looking at me. I'm tired of Cindy staring at me everyday, as if she wants to tell me something. But she's a coward and she wont say a thing. My parents keep asking me these insane questions. But I cant ask them questions about my life before the plane crash. They get all weird and stuff. So, again I'm just tired of it all.I have decided I'm going to research exactly what happened in the plane crash. I don't even know why I was on the plane. The good news is that Mike said he would help me. He told me he didn't want to lose me as a friend. I didn't say anything to him, except I said "thanks". What else could I tell him? I'm meeting him tomorrow after school. I hope to find out what really happened to me,and hopefully that will bring some memories back.

Jackets Galore

So here in Texas its getting to the point of becoming cold. Winter is nearly here and the leaves are about to fall. My skin is itching to wear jackets and scarves. Heaven only knows I own jackets galore. My heart feels happy when winter comes. Winter has always been a serious deep season for me. Its like the wind gets stuck in front of you and you just have to breath it in. I know I'm sounding weird but I love winter. I love the cold. I feel inspired by winter. To write and to try out new fashion with my jackets and scarves. I want to sit in a park and read a book when its cold out. I want too be someone new who's refreshed and willing to let her hair down. I say long live the winter season. It always brings something out in me and I hope this fact never changes.

Love always,
P.J

They say my name is Hermione (5)

So people stare at me in school. They don't talk to me or even try to smile at me either. They just stare. My teachers well they seem like they are worried about me. I can't stop thinking about what my mother said. She told me to stop "pretending" that I couldn't remember. I can't remember anything. What did she mean she was going to talk to my dad? My dad hasn't even talked to me. He just looks at me as if I'm some alien from outer space. What's his problem? I fell asleep right after Cindy and mike left. I was so confused about it all.I ran into Cindy in the restroom. Only this time she didn't talk to me. She just smiled and walked out. What was that about? I wanted to shake her and ask her what she did to me. What was the reason for her visiting me if we weren't friends? Mike on the other hand has talked to me. I asked him if we were really friends. He looked at me and did not answer. It was when I was about to walk away he grabbed my shoulder. He told me that we were friends, but he didn't want to be friends anymore. He said it was too hard to look at me and for me not to remember who he was. I laughed very cruel I might add. I told him that nothing was hard for him. I was the one who had lost my memory not him. He tried to say sorry but I just walked away. Who needs them as friends anyway? Not me!

They say my name is Hermione (3)

Even though I chased the butterfly I never once caught it. After lunch I was in my room trying to remember something about myself. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books I have on a shelf in the corner of my room. Apparently my favorite color is purple. My bed spread is purple and my rug is too that sits in front of my door. I have purple curtains as well. I'm a obsessed "purple freak"? My mom knocks on my door and behind her I see two people. A girl and a boy. They say their names as if I should just automatically remember them. How could I forget them? They sure think that! Their names are Cindy and Mike. My mom leaves the room with a worried look on her face. I say hi to my "friends" and they sit on the bed and Cindy begin's reaching under my bed. Cindy pulls out a game box, and I laugh at myself.

"Monopoly?" I ask

"Yeah we play it for hours at a time," said Mike

I look at them and then I tell myself to "chill out". I want to know who I'm and they should know right? They can tell me who I'm because they are my "friends".We play for awhile and then I start to ask them questions. They look at each other as if their worried. Why is everyone worried? I don't get it. What are they afraid of? I mean I was in a plane crash that's all. Its not some big secret? Is it? After an hour I have learned that I play volleyball and I love pizza. I like to go to the movies and my favorite color is not purple. My mom made me get that color for my room. Cindy says I like Hott pink. I smile at this. So I'm a "hott pink freak"? My mom calls me down for something and Cindy and mike get up too.

"We should go, I have homework," said mike.

I watch them leave as I hear the door slam I go downstairs. My mom is standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of Orange juice.

"Hermione, I didn't want to tell you this. Because I was worried it would make you upset. But I have to. If Cindy hasn't told you,and she's acting like nothing has happened." my mom said

"What are you saying,?" I ask.

"You haven't spoken to Cindy in months. You came home from the school dance crying a couple months ago. You said Cindy wasn't your friend anymore," my mom said.

What? Why would she come here then? Why is she lying to me? What kind of people do I hang out with? Will I ever know who I'am?

They say my name is Hermione

I only remember one thing. I use to want to be a butterfly, it was something I wanted to be when I grew up. I don't know why I know this. I don't know my life story. I don't know any of my friends. They only tell me my name is Hermione. "They" being my parents. I don't remember anything. I only know one memory and that's me wanting to be a butterfly. My so called parents they tell me I was in a plane crash. I don't even remember that. I try to think really hard but I end up making myself sick. Who am I? That is my main question.