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Chapter one: In search of Identity
My eyes opened and I realized that I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds outside chirped rhythmically and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around to see the walls were painted pink and the drawers and the desk standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and heard a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a casual purple dress. Next to her on the right was a small girl, who wore similar clothing except that she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the small girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. On the left side of the locket I spotted something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20
December
1995
The date on the locket stirred up my curiosity. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? Who does this locket belong to? There was a knock on the door, and I nearly jumped in surprise when I heard it. I watched the door and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were bent, it looked as if it were about to fall off her face. Her face was dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, she and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Oh, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly, “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to stare at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly.
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you’re finished eating we can call your parents. How ancient are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve,” I guessed.
“Oh that’s fantastic!” Said Solana delighted, “Aiyana is just about your age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor where I was sat, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“We saved you some breakfast, come here.”
I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I nearly stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to place out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I stared at her for a moment. Like Solana, she was wearing glasses and her face was covered in freckles. The girl looked back at me and smiled.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name?” She questioned.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug and she frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I reckon it’s time we call her parents.”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, she placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it,” She said sweetly, “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly, “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice. Despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips, it tasted pretty excellent.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, and then looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to choose what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I reckon she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly, taking three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like. If it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not look at profiles “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
“I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.”
Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.
“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”
I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at the door next to Aiyana’s room. She opened the door and hit the switch to illuminate the room. The office was messier than the kitchen, with books and folders lying open on the floor, and there were loose papers, most of them strewn in random directions. The desk was cluttered with papers and the chair had fallen over, with its back to the floor. A file cabinet in the back of the room sat on its side with its doors flung open. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace, slowed only by its violent rocking motion.
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