Here's chapter 7!! WOO-HOO!! Yay!! Ok, yeah I'm done, let's get on with the chapter.
Mitchies POV
"Do you understand where you are?" The doctor asked, after removing the straps that bound my wrists. "I'm in a hospital, I was in an explosion." I said, as the doctor wrote something down on his clip board. "OK Jane, I'll be right back." He said, waking off. They all called me Jane, Jane Doe, it just didn't sound right.
I looked over, and noticed he had left his clipboard. One little peek couldn't hurt. Could it? Found: A girl, age 16, unconscious, unharmed, unidentified. Lost:Everything. D.O.B: Unknown. Name: Doe, Jane. There it was, Jane Doe once again. It just didn't sound right.
And then, something popped into my head, I don't know where it came from, but I just needed to say it out loud. "Mitchie." I whispered, the name sounded so familiar. I laid, the clipboard back down, as I pondered the new memory.
"Mitchie." I t sounded right, like the word escaped my lips often. "Mitchie."
"What?" Dr. Conner asked, walking back into the room. "Call me Mitchie. I don't know why, but that just sounds right." I said, as Dr. Conner smiled. "Mitchie.... It suits you." He said, cocking his head to the side, as if seeing me for the first time.
"I know."
Nates POV
"Wow, you were discovered in a barber shop when you were two?" Meghan asked, as she sipped on her cappuccino. "Yep, and I was on Broadway until I was 11, that year I went to a place called Camp Rock. There I met two guys: Shane Gray, Mr. Cool. And Jason Notsobright, Mr. Out There." I said, causing Meghan to chuckle.
Meghan had warmed up to me, you know, I never understood the full saying of warmed up to me. How can someone warm up to you. I mean, were they cold? Look at me, I talk about a girl, then I start talking about hot, and cold.
RING RING!! (A/N: Wow! That was dramatic! LOL) "Hold on one second... Hello?.. Hey Mike."Who's Mike? I thought to myself, as jealousy boiled up inside of me. "You're starving huh? You just ate an hour and a half ago, how can you be starving? Look in the fridge... Look in the cabinets... OK, OK, I'm coming. Don't get your knickers in a twist." She said, hanging up her phone.
"I'm sorry, I've got to go. My twin brother Michael is apparently starving, there's nothing edible made up in the house, and he burns water so, I'm gonna have to go feed him. Here's my cell number, call me if you want to talk sometime." She said, handing me a piece of paper, and walking off.
"Whoa!" I said, looking down at the paper, as if it had grew wings. "I got a girls phone number, and not because she was a fan!! WOO-HOO!!" I yelled, jumping up onto the table, and doing the 'Thriller' dance. "Get off the table, or I'm calling security." The cashier yelled, obviously not recognizing me.
"You obviously don't recognize me, so I'll let that one slide." I spoke my thoughts out loud, jumping from the table so she could see me. Wow, I'm being really self-centered, but I can't help it, I'm HAPPY!! "Nate Willows? Do you want to get back on the table, and dance again?" She asked, her eyes getting wider, and wider.
"No, no, it's OK. I have to go see how my friend is doing anyway." I said, walking out.
Mitchies POV
"I don't understand, I remember how to walk, and talk. I know that you're a doctor, that's a television, that's a cup, and that's a spoon. So why can't I remember anything about myself?" I asked, as Dr. Conner sat down beside me.
"The memory is a funny thing. Your brain stores it's memories in a lot of different ways. There's procedural memory-that's how your body remembers to do things, like walk, and talk, or even ride a bike. There's semantic memory-that's names of things. Facts, it's how you know who the president is, and that dogs have four legs, and a tail. And then there's episodic memory. In which your brain stores in an entirely different way. It's how you know yourself-all the things that have happened to you, who you love, what you fear, it's all the things that make you who you are." He said, causing me to think about the strange silhouette I had seen in the explosion.
"All the things I can not remember, beside my name, or nickname, whatever it is." I said, hanging my head. "Hey be happy that you remembered that, a lot of people in your situation don't start remembering things for months." He said, patting me on the head, and walking out the door.
Shanes POV
"Look at the bird. If only I had a birdhouse, so he would have a home." Jason said, being his normal self again. Jason was still an idiot when it came to the world around him, but when it came to school, and all that nonsense, he was a genius.
"Dudes, guess what?!" Nate yelled, running into the room. "Aliens are taking over the world, and we all have to wear diapers from now on." Jason said, as Nate ran forward, and hugged him.
"Jason, you're back! But no, that's not it. I have a girls phone number, not a fans phone number, a friends phone number. In your face." he said, waving the slip of paper in my face.
"Wait, so aliens aren't taking over the planet, and we don't have to wear diapers?" Jason asked, a panicked expression on his face. "Uh, no." I said, amazed at how he was supposedly smart.
"Aw man, I spent 100 dollars on adult diapers for nothing!" Jason yelled, punching his bed. "Yeah, we got to go." Me, and Nate said at the same time. Backing out of the hospital.
OK, here's chapter 7. Hope you liked it.
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