Memory.

Part Three.

The next morning.

So. I have a car. A brand new Kia Soul, to be exact. It was so beautiful. And I actually get to drive it.

My school and friends have been braced about my memory loss, but I will expect some teasing. I drove to school that morning and I was nervous but excited. I get to find out who my friends are, as well as my enemies.

I guess there's an advantage for them because I won't even remember why they are my enemy...

I walked in the door and to my locker, or to the locker that the school told me was mine. I looked at the paper with the code for my lock on it and opened it. I remember one thing, my classes and books and where to go.

So I grabbed geography and headed to room 38 B.

I noticed people staring at me, but I assumed it was because they were startled to see me. Some stopped me and asked how I was doing, but most just starred.

I opened the door to my class room and walked in. A bald man snapped around and a smile spread across his face. The name on his desk Read Mr. Peters. "What a pleasant surprise! You are never early, and look at you... you are the first one here!!"

I smiled and took a seat near the back. One by one, two by two, people flooded in. Class started, and A few girls has spoken to me already. Mr. Peters stood at the front, explaining different maps and things... it was pretty boring to say the least.

All the sudden the door burst open and all eyes went in its direction. A pale, curly-haired guy slid in daringly, with a smile and dimples clear on his face.

"Harry, please take a seat. You're late." He pointed out unhappily.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was.... so.....

"Hey..." He muttered, "it's all good, Mr. Pete!" He shorted the teachers name, which seemed to upset him.

"Take a seat." The teacher instructed by pointing to the seat beside me.

The curly headed guy, Harry, looked back at his assigned seat - immediately making eye contact with me.

Boy, this was going to a looong class.