Hey guys! Thank you for the reviews! They mean alot! Oh and i just wanted to say that i was reading the review from DestinyDreamer911 last night and couldn't contain my laughter xD I thought my dad was going to wake up! That was a funny review! Thank you for the great laugh!

Anyways on with the story!

Boomer: Zoie doesn't own!

I looked up at the sky; it looked as if it would rain soon. The sky was gray and they wind was sort of strong. I sigh as I continue to walk to my house. Thinking about going back to my house, I stop so I don't need to be there. Even though I'll be questioned by my mom asking where I was and why I was late, I didn't care. I bet dad would be there and they'll be arguing. That's normal since they always fight.

And that's what I come home to. My mom is screaming at him and my dad breaking something. If they're going to be doing this why don't they get a divorce?

If feel my heart speed up at the thought of them divorcing.

They love each other, right? They'll sort out their problems and we'll be a happy family!

I frown. We'll never be a happy family! They'll get a divorce sooner or later…

Are they arguing just to torture me? Then when they divorce they'll break me! Wait, what am I thinking of? I got to stop thinking that way! And if they do divorce keep a smile on. Let the world know you're not broken! At least I'll be with one parent…More likely my mom but its ok! My dad would still be alive and I'll call him or meet him! Even though I'll miss them and wish to be a family…

I feel tears scratching at my eyes.

No…my dad…I won't be able to see him again! At times I don't even know where he is! He'll change his god damn number and move away from me and my mom. He'll forget about us…

I try my hardest to hold in my tears…When it rains I'll cry so it'll blend. Nobody would know even though there is nobody near me.

I don't want to have to split the holidays, I don't want two addresses I don't want a step-brother anyways, and I don't want my mom to have to change her last name…

I clench my fist, feeling something in my hand. I bring my hand up and look at the object in my hand.

A phone?

I go wide eyes as I remember that Butch didn't get his phone back. I grin slightly.

So now I have his phone?

I laugh as I look at his text messages. Then I go through who's in his contacts.

He sure does know a lot of damn people…

I then go on to his games, internet, and other random stuff he has in his phone. Soon I end up finding his music. I wonder what kind of music he listens to…

I kept going through his music and noted that we both like the same songs. One thing we got in common! Ah ha!

I pulled out my headphones that I keep in my pocket and plug it into his phone. I put it on shuffle and wait for a song to go on. Eve-6 Think Twice went on. I should've known he was into rock haha.

I smile and close my eyes, feeling light rain hitting me.

You really haven't changed have you, Butch?

XoXo

When I finally arrived home, I dropped my backpack on the floor and collapsed on the couch.

He is so annoying! I hate him…I don't know why…maybe because he is so familiar to me! But I can't remember him! Ugh I don't care anymore. All I know is I don't want to see his face again.

I sigh and change my position on my couch.

"Oh welcome back Butch! Did you have a nice day at school?" asked my dad.

I grit my teeth as I remember when I first met Michael. He insulted me…maybe if I didn't insult him…then he calls me a dick two times and beats me at soccer…

"It was ok" I mumbled. My dad raises an eyebrow. "It doesn't sound like you had a good day" he says. "Now tell your old man, what happened!"

"Where's Zeek?" I ask changing the subject.

"Huh? He left! Don't change the subject"

I sigh. "There was a new kid at school and let's just say we're not on good terms"

My dad mouths an 'Oh' and I sit up on the couch. My dad sits on the couch in front.

"What happened?" he asks me.

"Do I have too?"

"Yes!" he says chuckling.

I groan. "I called him a girl, he called me a dick. During lunch he calls me a dick again and we sort of argued and he…" I pause and heave out a breath. "Beat me at soccer…"

My dad starts to laugh. "Well then, I'd understand why you'd hate him!"

I think he's cute…but for some reason I feel as if I knew him before and hate him!

"Erin can-" I was interrupted by my dad who corrects me.

"It's dad!" he hollers. I shrug.

"Can I ask you something?" I say feeling a bit uneasy.

"Sure sport" he says. His eyes were on me and he crossed his legs (Boy style) and put his hands behind his head.

"I think I remember him…" I say, looking at him from time to time but my eyes usually landed down to the floor. "I did have weird flashbacks during the day but I couldn't really decipher it. It looked as if I was in elementary at that time and there was another boy in it. He was blurry so I couldn't tell who it is"

"Maybe it's the kid you just met. What's his name?" my dad asks.

"Michael" I answer. "Michael Gordon"

My dad looks shock for a moment but doesn't say anything.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. "Nothing!" he says then getting a confused look on.

"You have the most stupid facial expressions" I said.

"So this Michael kid, you remember him? Maybe he was the boy in the flashback" he says. I snort "I doubt! The kid looked nothing like him!"

"You said he was blurry!"

"Even though he was, I can positively tell it wasn't him"

My dad shrugs and I lay back down on the couch.

"I wonder why I can't remember my childhood" I mumble. I can tell my dad's green eyes were on me. "Maybe I won't get my memories back…" I whisper.

"I thought you already got them back" my dad says standing up and walking to the kitchen.

I look up at the ceiling.

I remember…when I was in the hospital and up to this present day. Though why can't I remember my childhood?

I clench my fist.

I can't even remember my mother's face…!

"Butch, do you want anything? Huh…Butch?" says my dad looking at me.

"No" I mumble, frowning. I get up and walk to my room and close the door. I walk over to my bed and lay face down on it.

What happened? I want to remember but I can't! And every time I do my head hurts…as if it doesn't want me to know. Stupid head!

I sigh as I lay on my back. Looking at the desk in my room.

I'll just text Ace…I wonder if he can tell me anything. Maybe Brick!

I dig in my pocket but I can't find anything. I feel my heart speed up.

Where is my phone?

I feel my anger rise and I clench my teeth.

Michael has it

That bitch! I forgot to get my phone back! How dare he…

I stood up from my bed and began heading to the door.

That bitch…

Just as I was about to open my door, I feel this immense pain in my head.

"Shit…" I whisper as a flashback hits me.

A little boy was spinning around, hold out his hand with a toy in it. Why a little me was trying to get it back.

"Give it back!" I whine. The other boy giggles.

"Make me!" he says, laughing.

"But it's mine, butt face!" I shout at him. "No give it back or else…!"

The kid stops spinning around and faces me, smiling brightly holding the toy behind his back. "Or else what?" he says. I growl at him.

"Just give it back!" I tackle him down and begin to wrestle him for the toy.

"You're so fat! Get off! It's just a toy!" he shouts trying to shove me off.

"My mom gave that to me for my birthday and I don't want your ugliness to get on it!"

He then pushes off of him and runs away, laughing.

"Come back here!" I yell and chase after him.

"Got to get me first!" he yells back. I chased him for the whole recess and when the bell rang I finally got to him.

I pulled on his arm and forced him back to me. He kept squirming around so I put my arm around him waist and tried to get the toy back. He kept his arm far from my reach, causing me to fall over him. I pin one of his arms down and grab onto the toy.

"Ah ha!" I yell. I get off of him and he glares at me. I didn't bother to even help him up and looked down at him.

"Don't ever take my stuff!" I threaten. He got up and began to laugh.

"You look so cute angry!" he says in between laughs. I feel my check grow hot.

"W-whatever!" I shout and stomp off.

"That was fun!" I can hear him run after me. "Let's play like that another day?" he says. "As if, loser!" I say and he pouts.

"Whatever, but…" he says and pushes me to the ground.

"Don't tackle me down!" he shouts, laughing and then runs off to the classroom.

I growl as I get up and dust myself off.

"Idiot" I whisper.

"Another figment of my memory" I say to myself. The headache slowly went 's always that same boy! But I just can't tell who it is, but I definitely know it's NOT Michael.

I place my hand on the doorknob but groan as I don't even know where Michael lives.

I'll just get it tomarrow…

Yay! Chapter 3! Also, if you know that song Family Portrait by P!nk (I love her!) I kind've took lyrics from the song and into the story. Not saying where ;) Review please!(: