Most people spend their whole lives trying to stand out; well I have spent my whole life trying to fit in. Fitting in is easy for most people but not for me. I mean I look fine, people tell me I am pretty all the time but I know I am not completely gorgeous or anything so that isn't the problem. I don't have weird personality or an odd habit; I am just a normal teenage girl in most aspects. The only thing different is my brain.

My name is Annette and I can remember every little detail of my life since third grade, when the accident happened. I guess you could say I have perfect memory but it's not exactly a good thing. Most people always claim to want perfect memory but you don't realize how horrible it is till you have it.

You don't just remember all the things you need to study and all the good things. You also have to remember the bad things and it's those bad memories that float around and always pop up in your mind, not the good ones. I can remember ever since embarrassing and horrible thing that has ever happened to me since I was 8 years old. It makes it hard to move on.

I remember the exact words from when the guy I liked in 4th grade teased me. When I fell and got covered in mud in front of the entire school in 6th grade. All the embarrassing conversations I had in middle school and when I cried during the first day of high school. I remember all the embarrassing stuff that people normally forget after a month or two.

I can't tell a lot of people about it. Only my aunt and two best friends know actually. I know from movies and from experiences how people treat you like you are some sort of freak when they find out you are different. At first they think it is cool but then they start wanting to know more about it and why it is happening to you. Then they start to get jealous and claim that having that sort of talent counts as cheating.

Since perfect memory helps me study I was mistaken for being a genius as a kid but since that got me too much attention my aunt, who I live with, suggested that I turn it down a notch. So now I do my best to be average. I don't like the attention I get from being above average so average is just fine with me.

Anyways I was able to live my life pretty normally up till now. You might be wondering what 'till now' means and what is all this about an accident in third grade? Well, let me start with the 'now' part. It first started this morning when I first woke up.

I woke up this morning feeling like crap. I figured that it was because I fell asleep late the night before. So after beating up my alarm clock in order to get it to shut up I made my way to the bathroom. I did my normal shower and started brushing my hair.

I walked back into my bedroom and put on my clothes. I looked at my phone to check the time and I figured I have plenty of time left till I was supposed to meet Natalie and Brooke, my two best friends who are the only people who I can talk about my secret to. My aunt also knows but she is never really around to talk.

There was something that was off about the time though. For some reason the date on my phone was November 15 and today was supposed to be the 8th. I figured it was just a small glitch that will fix itself.

After getting dressed I made my way downstairs to get breakfast. I made myself a waffle and sat down at the table. Brooke always gives me a bad time about eating alone because she thinks that I must feel super lonely but it has never really bothered me. I live with my aunt who is constantly working. She is one of those big celebrity event planners so she is always at her work or traveling for her job.

My aunt was never the motherly type so she hired a nanny to take care of me through most of my childhood and early teens. She finally decided that I didn't need a nanny anymore after starting high school. My aunt is still only 32 years old so I don't really blame her for not exactly being a motherly figure since she feels more like an older sister. After all, the only person I could ever call mom is my actual mother.

Both of my parents died in a car accident when I was 8 years old. That's how this whole memory thing started. I don't have any memory from before the accident so I don't remember my parent's at all, just the things people tell me about them. I was in the accident too but I was in the back seat and was shielded from the worse part of the crash so I survived with only a few deep cuts and 1 broken rib. After the accident my aunt took me in since she was pretty much the only family member who cared enough and who could financially support me.

So after finishing breakfast I started to walk over to the local coffee shop where Natalie, Brooke, and I always meet on Sunday mornings. Natalie works there so she always gets us a discount and when we get there she usually takes her 30 minute break and we just sit and discuss things.

The three of us have been friends since elementary school. Brooke and I became friends right after I moved to Japan to live with my aunt. The three of us went to an American school in Japan that taught lessons in English while we learned Japanese on the side. On my first day of school, the start of 4th grade, Brooke offered to show me around and shared her lunch with me since my aunt made me one but it was disgusting. We immediately became friends since Brooke was sort of the sweet girl next door/class representative type.

Now Natalie didn't move here till 6th grade. She made quite the first impression on the class when she announced that she was the daughter of a mafia boss in America and that she would beat up anyone who dared to defy her. Well Brooke and I later found out that mafia boss part was a lie but the rumor still exists even today. We became friends with her after she beat up some local guys from another school who were teasing Brooke and I about being foreigners.

I arrived at the coffee shop right on time and found Brooke and Natalie already in our usually spot. Brooke is a petite girl with short curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes with glasses. Natalie is a tall girl with somewhat tan skin, hazel eyes, and she dyed her hair crimson red a few years ago.

As I started towards their table they looked up at me in surprise which is wasn't what I was expecting.

"What?" I asked and looked down at my outfit to make sure I hadn't walked out in my pajamas or anything.

"I thought you said you weren't coming today?" Brooke asked.

"No. I never said that." I said confused. I would have remembered if I said that. I mean, I am me after all.

"Yea you did. You called last night saying you wouldn't be able to make it. Speaking of which where have you been all week! You disappear as soon as the last bell rings and you said you would tell us later but you haven't said shit about it yet." Natalie says giving me a somewhat annoyed look.

"Huh?" I was even more confused now. I hung out with them a lot last week and I didn't really do anything else. I then though back to the glitch on my phone and wondered.

"Wait…what's todays date?" I asked unsure what the hell was going on.

"November 15…why?" Brooke says also looking confused.

That's when it all sort of clicked. The date isn't wrong, it's my memory that's off. I am missing a week's worth of memory. So last night when I went to sleep it was November 7th but I wake up and it's now November 15th. The girl who remembers everything just forgot an entire week of her life.

"I forgot." I simply said, still in shock.

"What?" they both asked not believing I can possibly forget anything.

"I can't remember anything that happened last week! The last thing I remember is going to bed on Saturday of last week. Did we meet at the coffee shop last week because I really can't remember anything? What the hell is happening to me?" I said starting to panic.

They both didn't know what to say for a moment. Natalie was the first to recover.

"Okay, calm down this like happens all the time in movies. It might be from some trauma or something. Usually a person's memories slowly start to come back so maybe we should just give it time. Or maybe it could be a side effect of you memory condition? You know, like, you remember so much that it needed to delete some of it in order to take in more." Natalie offers.

"What if it's some sort of disease!" I say still not exactly calming down. "As if having a memory keeping condition wasn't enough, now I have a memory loss one."

"Maybe you should go to a doctor?" Brooke asks.

"I highly doubt a doctor's going to help. After all didn't that last doctor you mentioned your memory condition to like try to dissect you or something?" Natalie says.

"Yea, no doctors." I shuddered at the memory. The guy wanted to show me to a bunch of other doctors and it got out of hand so I said that I lied to a giant committee and I kept messing up on the test on purpose. The doctor guy got really mad at me for making him look stupid.

"Well, first of all maybe we should find out what the hell happened because you were acting pretty suspicious." Natalie suggested.

"Yea! We can play detective." Brooke ads, "Try looking around your house or something for clues to what you did when you get home."

"Yup." Natalie agrees before looking at the clock and groaning. "Damn. I've got to get back to work. Anyways call us if you find something. We can also fill you on with what happened at school so you are not too out of the loop. For the first time ever we have to do the remembering and not you."

"Yea thanks guys." I said. I was a lot calmer now that I had my friends to work this out with me. We then said our goodbyes and I made my way back home to check things out.

The fact that I couldn't remember was really bugging me since I know something must have happened to make me forget. The only other time period I can't remember is the time before the accident. I really hoped that it would eventually come back to me so that I at least know nothing bad happened. If I just went about my regular life and forgot it wouldn't be bad but Natalie said I was acting suspicious so that makes me even more worried.

So I made my way back to the house and looked around. There was really nothing odd downstairs so I figured the best place to look would be my room.

I go into my room and start to look around. I first noticed something in the trashcan that caught my eye. I reached in and picked it up. It was a ring! An expensive one too by the looks of it. I studied it some more and found that it had an engraving on the inside but it was so faded that I couldn't read it.

Why in the world did I have such an expensive ring and why is it in the trash? I wanted to call Natalie and Brooke to tell them about this but I figured I should look around a bit more first. I searched all over but nothing else seemed out of place. Then I looked into my backpack that was in the hallway because that was the only other place I would put my stuff.

My backpack was pretty normal but I then found a loose piece of paper and pulled it out and it turned out to be a flier…for a Host Club? There were 7 handsome guys on the flier but I didn't really recognize any of them but I did sort of get that familiar feeling with it. I studied it and it belonged to a host club at that fancy rich school that's about a 10 minute drive away from my house.

My aunt asked if I wanted to go to that school since she can afford it but I chose to stay with my friends at the English school. The school was called Ouran Academy and I don't remember ever going in there but I drove by it a few times and I certainly don't remember a Host Club.

So now here I am with two random clues, a ring and a flier, and no memory of what happened at all. I should probably call the girls and report my findings but I already know my answer. Tomorrow we are going to this so called 'Host Club' and with any luck we will find someone who knows what's going on.