The next day...

I wake up on a couch in a really fancy apartment. I freak out and immediately get up. Then a girl walks down the stairs.

"Hey, Jewel! How'd you sleep." She asked.

"Uhhh, fine... I'm sorry, I'll leave." I say, brushing myself off.

"Oh uhh, okay, did I say something wrong." The girl says confused.

"No, no, it's not you." I said, walking to the door.

"Okay, it's just that yesterday you seemed so lost when you came here."

"Lost?" I stop and turn around.

"Yeah, you said you didn't know where you were or how you get there."

"I forgot again, didn't I?" I say, rubbing my forehead.

"What?"

I sigh. "I have... short-term memory loss. I forget things every 24 hours. Do you mind filling me in."

"Sure. Yesterday you came here around 2:00 in the morning. I'm Bree and there's 4 other people my age living here. I'll introduce you when they come down."

"Thanks! You're really nice!"

"Thank you!" Bree says, almost like she's never heard that before.

A little while later, 3 boys and 1 girl walk downstairs.

"Okay. So that's Skylar, Kaz, Olivier, and Chase." I nod.

"Doesn't she already know us." Chase asks.

"No, I have short-term memory." I explain.

"Like Dory." Chase laughed.

"No, it's every 24 hours, not every 2 minutes." I said crossing my arms.

"Come on, Jewel, let's go pick out an outfit!" Bree says, pushing me to the stairs.

Me and Bree walk upstairs to her room. I throw myself on the bed.

"How come Chase doesn't like me? Did I do something?" I ask.

"Don't take it personally. He's just tense from everything." She says, looking through the clothes.

She continues to look through the closet, until she settles on a tie dye tank top, light washed jeans, and brown sandals. I don't even question why we have the same shoe size. She leaves me in the room the change. I hear her walk down the stairs and start yelling.

"What is you problem?"

"My problem? You're the one who let a total stranger into our home!" Chase yells back.

"Guys, stop that!" Skylar said.

"You're just saying that because she's some girl you faintly remember!"

"No! Don't you bring me into this!"

"I still think this is all a bad idea. It will soon blow up in our faces and it will be all your fault."

"Look, you don't have to be best friends with her, but you don't have to be a jerk to her either." Bree says.