A/N: Thank you to all reviewers
Magical Memories- Chapter One
Lynn Whitby blinked her eyes open and stretched luxuriously. It was one of those crisp January mornings when you felt like sleeping in for hours on end. But things needed to get done; she was starting her first day of classes, needed to learn things that seemed like a whole new language and o of course needed to remember her life back. She looked around the room. Pink walls, baby pink bed sheet, frilly picture frames, a picture of a hot guy in the wall, with hearts drawn all over. Her closet was also filled with clothes that were either pink or blue. 'Really, was she always this girly?' she thought to herself, sitting up and stretching some more. Not that she minded looking at the picture of 'Orlando Boom' or Bloom someone or other that her 'mom' had introduced the picture as, but really didn't her older self know that pink clashed terribly with red hair on most occasions?!
She remembered waking up a couple days ago, having no idea of who she was and where she had been. There was a nice looking older couple in their fifties who had been there for her since her eyes opened. Christy and Mark Whitby; a small woman with brown hair, and a tall balding man with blond hair stood in front of her at the hospital room where she was found. No, not just any older couple, but her mom and dad.
Her mom and dad, but she couldn't explain why she couldn't she feel any familiarity with them. Her dad had been a little shifty throughout the entire time they had related the story to her. Somehow her mind knew he was hiding something. But the love she saw in the woman's eyes made her look past it. Until she remembered who she was, she would be Lynn Whitby their daughter, who had met with an accident. She remembered her fists clutching this peculiar looking stick, and for some odd reason she kept this fact hidden from the couple. She had hidden it under the sheets in the hospital wing, and later hidden it under the coat on the way home.
Home, even saying the word seemed a little foreign to her. She now lived in a small neighbourhood of Waterloo, Ontario Canada; or as she was told rather, had lived there for all her life. The odd thing was other than a few baby pictures her parents didn't seem to have very many pictures of her. They claimed it was at her grandmother's who lived in British Columbia, who apparently liked to keep memory boxes. Having no other alternative to verify, she had accepted it for the time being. She was told her name was Lynn. Even after two days of practising saying her own name, she still wasn't used to being referred to as Lynn. She thought it was a cute name, but it sounded a little short to her ears.
'O well,' she thought to herself. 'If the amnesia or whatever the doctor had diagnosed her with continued she would have a long period of time to ponder upon her daily situation. And it would just lead her to more frustration.'
"Lets leave pondering for tomorrow shall we?" she told herself, brushing her teeth with more enthusiasm than usual, due to nervousness, "we got university to look forward to."
According to Mr. Whitby, she was enrolled in the health science program at the University of Waterloo. She was informed that the Professors were all informed of her current memory loss and would be more considerate towards her situation and would help her catch up.
She dressed quite casual, or what she hoped was casual for the first day of class. She wore a light blue sweater and Jeans. For some reason even though "Lynn's dresser" was piled with cosmetic products she didn't feel like putting any makeup on. She tied her hair in a ponytail, and put some clear lip gloss on, and went downstairs to have breakfast with the Whitbys.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, and somehow the quietness of it all bothered her mind. She kept expecting someone to tell a joke to break the tension. Suddenly a vision of two boys with red hair popped in her mind. She was about to ask if she had any red haired cousins when the thought vanished again. She just smiled apologetically at her mother who had looked at her expectantly. She was glad when Mr. Whitby offered to drive her to class. Most of her classes were in the morning and today she started at 8:30. The drive to the University was as unfamiliar as everything else.
She took out her campus map after she got out from the car. It was a big campus. She then took out her schedule again. She was in the Lyle Hallman building. She located her classroom with a finger, and saw it would take her a good ten minutes to walk there. She started walking, careful of the ice that were scattered around the sidewalks. Even those felt foreign. 'No I will not think about it now,' she thought to herself, to keep her getting frustrated all over again. She would not cry in the first day of school. She had this wild feeling of blinking herself to her classroom at one go and avoid all the ice. She smiled at her own thought. 'Now where did that come from?'
The lecture hall was almost full when she got in. She found herself a seat next to a friendly looking Asian guy. She had barely sat on her seat when he had brought his hand out to shake hers'.
"Hi, I am Tai Chen"
"Lynn Whitby, nice to meet you," she said, smiling slightly at his enthusiasm, and shaking it in return.
"Me too, Are you new? I am assuming you are in Health Studies?" he asked
She didn't want to go through the whole explanation of losing her memory, so she simply nodded.
The first lecture was quite interesting. She definitely liked Psychology so far, though the professor was a bit over dramatic sometimes with the Freudian theories. His antiques reminded her of someone. It was like having a word at the pit of your stomach and being unable to verbalize it. She sighed in frustration.
Tai proved to be a good guy. He was in her second lecture as well and had saved a seat for her. He was easy to talk to, though half the stuff he mentioned about news or politics were jargon to her, she liked the fact she was starting to make friends. She just hoped that "Lynn" or the former Lynn rather did not have old friends who she would have likely to have been ignored for the past few hours, due to her state of non recognition. Although, according to Tai's description she was a new face this semester. 'Hmm, there was something else to think about,' she thought.
She was sad to notice that Tai wasn't in the lecture she had after lunch. They had had lunch together and had exchanged schedules to see the classes they had had together. Tai had assured her that the people were friendly. Unfortunately, Tai had seemed to bring out the chatterbox side of her and had made her late for this class. She was forced to sit in the very second row, with one empty seat next to her. The class had just started when the door was opened again, and a tall guy with black messy hair and clear framed glasses walked in.
"Sorry," he said, in what seemed like a British accent and took the last seat next to her.
His entrance, had gotten her heart go faster. There was no doubt in the fact he was good looking, but she had spotted plenty of good looking guys at this University but none had raised her heartbeat. No, there was definitely something more. There was something about the green eyes behind the glasses. As he sat down, her nose detected a fresh clean smell that somehow was familiar to her mind. Her last thought before the professor started the lecture again, was 'he smelt like home.'
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