Forgetting Is Painful

[Theodora Oswald]

The young girl was have one of her bad days. She had spent the better part of the day in a haze, really one coming out of it for a few minutes at a time. She had wanted to grab some books from the physics classroom, but apparently her mind didnt want that.

She just stood looking at one of the many plants, almost looking a little confused. Dory did not move for a very long time, before slowly sinking to the floor and facing the wall. She again did not stir for a long time. Her note book had fallen on the floor beside her, open on the current page. It read thusly-

Woke Up at 7:01.
Got dressed in pale blue shirt, jeans and striped jumper.
Walk out do-

The sentances intermittenly would stop mid word.

Had memory lapse, going to clas-

Having bad day. Need to find Silvia.

Confused. Cant remember what happened.

Then it stopped.

Lynette Chevalier

[Lynette Chevalier]

”Oh!”

Lynette had left her room for a few moments to get lunch and a cup of coffee. The day overall had been going relatively well, and no one was happier than Lynette for the warmth of spring. When is was a comfortable enough temperature, she’d gladly opened her windows to let fresh air into her classroom. The content hum of feelings from her plants had lifted Lynette’s own spirits, and for the majority of the day she was in a very chipper mood. That is until her stomach had growled in complaint and Lynette stepped out to fill it. Never would she have expected to find someone back in her room on the floor! Concern was the first emotion to fill her as Lynette placed her things on her desk and approached. She could see the notebook but not actually read it unless she crouched to. Instead Lynette focused on the girl, carefully reaching her hand out to gently tap the girl’s shoulder.

”Excuse me,” She began softly, ”Are you quite alright? Have you gotten lost? I’d love to help you if that’s the case.”

[Theodora Oswald]

The girl jumped when the teahcer taped her shoulder, turning around and looking blankly at Lynette before she seemed to register her. Her eyes suddenly come to life, her brows furrowing in confusion. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but didnt make a noise, looking around as if she had never seen the face before, before looking back at Lynette. Hello. She said almost dispondently, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist almsot subconsiously. The bracelet which said: My name is Theodora Oswald. I have Short Term Memory loss. If you find me wandering about, please help me find my way home to Bellefonte Academy