Every memory of was forgotten. The only thing she knew was her name. She had no parents anymore, only a brother who was able to give the doctor information. Her parents did not make the fatal incident. Should she have felt glad to be alive? Was she grateful for being there in a hospital bed? What was there to be grateful for when she knew nothing. All she did was eat, take medications, and sleep the entire summer. Her brother said that their caretaker would switch their schools for the next year. The incident wasn't something he wanted them to ever be teased for.

When she was released from the hospital her brother was crying. They would start school in just a week in a brand new town. She wasn't told that part. Their stuff had already been moved to the next town over and she didn't know if she should have felt excited about seeing where she would live. It was like she was created to know common things that people the age of fourteen knew and just placed into a life. It was like she was expected to live on without her memories of her past.

What kind of person was she like before? Did she have friends? Did she do well on school? Did she get along with her family? So many questions yet she shouldn't think of them no longer. They gave her a headache. Her caretaker said that her parents didn't live with them. That was why he was their caretaker. Nothing but a mere butler of the house. A friend of her father. Her parents constantly worked. End of story, she was told nothing more.

She had a laptop in her room. She used it to try and create a personality for herself. She surfed the web from the little things she could remember. Like YouTube or tumblr, everyone uses that. She didn't cross onto Facebook just yet because she had no friends. She decided to make an account just for the hell of it. Who knew if she would make friends and they would want to message her on this thing. It wasn't like she had a phone anyways.

She found music, TV shows, movies, ebooks, and games that she liked. She had noticed that the genres of romance, comedy, and drama took her attention most. She soon made a blog on tumblr where she would repost pictures from the fifties and sixties and lyrics to songs she liked. She fancied music with guitars and drums, also known as bands. The music people listen to most seemed too vulgar with topics of sex, drugs, alcohol, and clubbing.

Even with everything she tried to do for herself, she still felt hollow. Like something was missing. It couldn't have been her lost memories. Why would they bother her if she never knew them? Sure it was a sad tale to cry about, but that was it. She didn't need any pity. Maybe that was why she would go to a new school. It was a little unfair to make her brother enroll as well but they lived in a new city so there was no arguing with it.

On the first day of school she saw many younger students wearing colorful clothes. This was an eighth to twelfth grade high school. They called the eighth graders premans. Just before a freshman, which she and her brother were. Her and Lest were twins after all.

There was a uniform at this school which most of the premans did not know about. Had they not received the letter in the mail that informed them? They probably just ignored it. The uniform was only to follow simple color rules. Black, gray, white, red, and purple. The school colors were black and purple. The reason for the other three colors made no sense.

She wore black sneakers, black skinny jeans, a gray shirt and a black and gray striped cardigan. Other girls wore shorts and boots with crop tops. Guys sagged their pants but only about ΒΌ of the male population of the school wore pants where they should be.

Class didn't start until half an hour. She sat down with her brother on a bench and waited for the time to pass. Not a word was said until her brother saw a few guys playing football. They asked him to join in and he gladly accepted and left her. One of the guys playing with her brother pointed to her. He must have been asking who she was.

"That's my twin sister, Frey." Was all she heard before she inserted her headphones. Frey continued to watch him talk for a while until they started the game. Her brother was talking to the quarterback of the little team they had going on. The guy had long silver hair and piercing green eyes. He wore pretty sensible clothes. Black shoes, dark gray slim guy jeans, dark gray shirt, and a gray hoodie. He was very tan and had fox ears and a tail. 'A fox yokai." She thought. He flashed her a smirk, not a smile but a smirk as he hurled the ball to her brother who played as a wide receiver.

Frey felt her cheeks become red. This was a classic action like in one of the movies or books she had finished. She felt her right cheek with a hand and it was awfully warm. 'So I am blushing.' She thought. She crossed her arms and gave an angry face to the quarterback while still blushing. He seemed to chuckle from the look on his face.

This action was interrupted by someone standing in front of Frey. They started to speak but it was muffled by her headphones. She took them out and the other person took notice and started all over.

"Hello miss. I am the welcoming committee. I see you're new here and dressed in uniform so you mustn't be a preman." He spoke. He had bluish silver hair and sparkling purple eyes. He wore black dress shoes, black slim slacks, white dress shirt, purple tie, a black blazer, and to top it all off white gloves. He looked like a waiter or something. He waited a few seconds like he wanted an answer.

"I am a freshman." She answered.

"Ah just as I had suspected. Well, my name is Vishnal and I can answer any if your questions about the campus." He smiled, seeming pleased that Frey had answered him.

She paused and thought if she had any questions at all. "Those guys playing football with my twin...what's the name of the quarterback?"

"Oh you mean Leon, a sophomore. He is the junior varsity quarterback. Go dragons!" He gave a chuckle due to his school spirit. "He teases people a lot, especially girls. You best be careful...um...may I have your name?"

"..." She gave it some thought on if she should give out her name to the welcoming committee. Either way he would find out. It was sort of his job right? "It's Frey."

"I will be sure to remember that. Now I must be off to inform the premans of the uniform." Vishnal said before he left.

Frey gave a sigh and turned to the table behind her seat to lay her bag on. She searched for a small pocket notebook and wrote something before putting it back. When she looked up she saw someone sitting on the other bench. He had on a black coat and had light purple hair and very light hazel brown eyes. She noticed he had black horse like ears and a light purple tail. 'A...horse yokai?' Frey questioned. Now she was staring until he looked up and their eyes met.