3. Disloyal Order Of The Water Buffaloes.

My best friend Wes ate lunch with Mona and I on the front steps of the school since it was no longer raining. Wes liked Mona, so it wasn't really too hard for her to fit into our conversation. I actually wished she'd fit into our conversation less, since she interrupted me so much that I barely said anything to Wes the entire time.

But that was okay, since we all had music next period. Mona would probably find some fellow freshmen to latch onto there. Then I'd get to talk to Wes like I was going to all along.

"Hey, so," Wes said after it had gotten momentarily quiet, "Lots of new kids this year…" We watched as a literal pack of new juniors and seniors walked across the street to their cars right in front of us. As they all climbed into their cars, one of them caught sight of us and stared.

Then, eventually all of their eyes were attached to me. Their heads seemed to turn my way as if they were magnetized. One girl with long brown hair's jaw dropped.

"Do you know them?" Wes asked me as I stared back at the new kids, "Nessie," He said, waving his hand in my face. He thought I hadn't heard him, when there was no way I couldn't have.

I blinked hard. "No," I answered, "No, I don't think I know them," I had to think about that for a moment after I'd said it, but I still couldn't remember.

I watched them drive away. "Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said, but there was still this nagging feeling that told me that I really did know them. My left temple began to feel hot, like someone had just put a heater next to it.

See, on my left temple, I have a crescent moon shaped scar that I've had ever since I could remember. Richard said it had been brand new when he'd found me in the woods so many years ago. I drew my hand up to my temple to stroke it. Whatever caused this scar was probably the reason why I can't remember anything before I woke up in front of Richard and Mabel.

The only thing was, I couldn't see why this would have to do with a group of harmless newcomers. Maybe nothing was even wrong with my scar. Maybe I was just imagining things…

It was silent for a few moments, and then it started to rain. I sat there trying to remember things that were seemingly lost in some kind of black hole in my brain, while Mona and Wes barely even moved.

After a while, Wes finally ran his fingers through his chestnut hair, and Mona crumpled her paper bag. "Can we go inside?" She asked, and I nodded silently, my left hand still on my scar. "Yeah, we can."

When everyone in our sixth period music class had been seated, I knew what to do. Ever since I was a freshman, Mrs. Craft made me play a song of my choosing for the class, because she said I had a problem expressing my feelings. About four years later, I still have to do it, but at least now I enjoy it.

I had been thinking of a good one while Mona, Wes and I came back into the building. Luckily, I had it on one of my CDs that I brought in for this class today. Pretty soon, it was blasting through the speakers.

Fell out of bed,

Butterfly bandage, but don't worry.

You'll never remember,

Your head is far too blurry…

I tried not to notice the stares of the two new kids who sat behind me in this class, because quite frankly, it scared me. I just focused really hard on the music of this moment, and tried to forget about them, and my scar as well. Now it was giving me a headache, and I was pretty convinced that the nurse's Tylenol couldn't heal that.

Hey editor, I'm undeniable.

Hey, doctor, I'm certifiable.

Oh, Yes. That was me, all-right. Crazy and afraid, but it wasn't like I couldn't help it.

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The song is: Disloyal Order of The Water Buffaloes - Fall Out Boy :)

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