A/N: I got idea fot this story from a dream. I changed the characters and... there it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own WOWP or Camp Rock or Taylor Swift. But I will someday. Then I'll be with them, watching 'em do some certain stuff from this story. Maybe I will even join them. Untill then, I'm gonna be here writing all those sick stuff that are coming to my mind (oh, there will be plenty of it)...

Optimism's good, right? :)

Where am I? Who am I? Oh, my, God, my head ihurts so much. And what's that? A bandage?

I tried to get up from the bed I was lying on. But I wasn't strong enough-I fell down on it again. That sound woke up a woman who was sleeping in a chair in the corner of the room. Next moment she was standing next to me. Her face looked worried and so tired. She looked like she was crying for the past two days.

She started asking me am I okay. At first I thought she was a nurse or a doctor, but she wasn't dressed like that. Why was she in my room then?

Well, it probably wasn't my room. When I looked around myself, I saw few more beds and closets. I was guessing that was a hospital.

"Who are you?", I asked the woman.

"You mean... you don't recognize me?"

"No. Should I?

"I'm Teresa, your mother.", she broke into tears.

"You can't be my mom. My mom is... Well, I actually don't know.

Then a man came into my room.

"Doctor, she doesn't know who I am.", a woman named Teresa said.

"Well, she got a really bad head injury.", the doctor said to her and then he turned to me: "Let me ask you some questions. What's your name?"

"I... I don't know."

"How old are you?"

"I don't know that either. I mean, I can can guess, but..."

"No, no, it's okay. Can you remember anything about you or maybe something that happened before you came into the hospital?"

"Actually, no."

"Do you know how you look?"

"Umm... no."

"You got a mirror there.", he said and showed me on the left corner. I got up and went to take a look. I felt like I was looking in a perfect stranger. If the picture in the mirror wasn't moving the same way I did, I would've that someone just pasted a picture of some other girl.

"What's wrong, doctor?", Teresa asked.

"I think she has amnesia."

"My little girl has..."

"Yes. But don't worry. That isn't something very unusual."

"Will she ever remember?"

"Probably. But we can't know that for sure. She could remember allready today, next month, next year or maybe never. If she remembers something it won't come all at once. She'll remember thing by thing. You just need to be patient. You can talk with her about her life, but I can't promise you that will work. Now I'm gonna leave you, Alex," I guessed he was talking to me," alone with your family."

He went out, but another man walked in along with two boys. One seemed old like me and the other one was around 12 years old.

"Hey, Alex! We knew you'll be okay.", said the boys while the man was talking to Teresa.

Then the man approached me and said: "Hi, I'm your father Jerry, this younger boy is Max and the older one's name is Justin. You allready met your mother. Hey, that sounds funny! Oh, I need to give you something while it is still on my mind...", he started looking for something in his pockets.

"Give me what?"

"The picture your two best friens gave me in case I see you first when you wake up.", he said while giving me the photo.

There were three girls on it. The one in the midddle was me. I was standing beetwen two probably most beautiful girls in the world (I couldn't remember anyone else, but I was sure that was the truth).

One had long curly blond hair. She looked very innocent, but still too sexy. The other one had such a beautiful skin, the nicest deep brown eyes and the widest smile. There was a little note on the backround of the picture:

"We just wanted to tell you that we love you more than anything...
by: Taylor & Mitchie"

For the rest of the day I was talking about my life with my family. It was pretty interesting, but I've only waited for someone to mention Taylor or Mitchie. Then I got sick of waiting and asked:

"Why aren't Mitchie and Taylor here? I mean, you said they are my best friends..."

"They were here the whole morning,", said Jerry, "but they needed to go to school. They promised to come tomorrow."

"Can't wait."

Then they went home and I fell asleep looking forward to the next day.

"Do you think we should tell her?", one voice said. It belonged to a girl and it sounded so soft and pretty.

"Tell her what?", this one was even nicer.

"All about... you know... us."

"I think that can be a very big shock for someone who even yesterday didn't know his name, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

I opened my eyes and saw those two girls sitting on a bed next to mine. When they saw me awake, they both jumped and hugged me. I shivered.

When they moved, the blond one said: "I'm Taylor, and this is Mitchie."

"I know you from the picture.", I needed to admit it: they were looking about ten times better in person.

How will this end? Who will Alex choose? What's the thing Taylor and Mitchie haven't wanted to tell Alex?

Well, if you're interested in that and many, many other questions REVIEW this chapter and wait for the next. And, please, be a little patient if I don't update imediatly. After all, I have school and stuff...

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