Disclaimer: Codename: Kids Next Door is not my property.
A/N: New story. It's not really that new. I stared it a long time ago, and I just completely forgot about it. Well, actually, I just started to write those other stories instead, which for some season gave me a much bigger kick than this one. I've made a few changes to it so it's suitable for the Internet.
The life after
Prologue
Wally's P.O.V.
I opened my eyes and noticed a strange kind of pain in my head. My head had never hurt that way before. It was as if something was missing from my brain. As if it had been under a high pressure.
I groaned and laid a hand on my head as I sat up. Where was I? What happened to me? Why was I here, lying on the grass in front of my house? Had I fainted? No, I couldn't remember that I had. Besides I never faint.
What time is it? I thought looking up at the blue sky.
Why couldn't I remember what had happened to me that day? Was there something wrong with me?
Then I noticed something. A little girl around the age of 10 with blue eyes and a blond ponytail was starring at me from across the street. She was dressed in a strange suit, hiding behind a garbage can. What's up with that suit? I thought. It's not Halloween yet! The girl ran off in the other direction and disappeared behind the corner of a house.
Weird... She looked at me as if she... knew me.
"Wally, dear - what are you doing down there?" a familiar voice from behind me asked.
"Mum?" I turned my head towards her.
"It's almost time for dinner, sweetheart," she said with her Australian accent, slipping her long blond hair behind her ears.
"Oh, uhm, I'll be right there," I replied with a confused tone. My Australian accent was similar to hers. I was an Australian.
Weird, why did everything seem so blurry? I knew who I was! I was Wallabee Beatles. A 13 year old boy living with my parents in America. Easy as that!
Mum turned around and headed for the house. I followed her inside.
