Where am I?
A blond-haired woman was standing over the girl looking concerned. To make matters worse, she had no memory of getting to where she was. Actually, she had no memory of anything. Looking around, she determined that it looked like a child's bedroom; posters of British bands and the flag hung on the wall, a goldfish tank sat upon a wooden dresser painted white, and a bookshelf stuffed with novels made up the room.
Turning to look at the woman, she asked, "Who are you?"
The woman's eyes widened and she leaned down, placing her hand on the girl's forehead. "Honey, are you feeling alright?"
"No, where am I? Who are you?"
The woman was taken aback by this response and choked back a sob. "I think you have lost your memory! I'm your mum, love."
"Then...who am I?"
"Your name is Alice Kirkland. We all moved to America from Britain quite recently. We now live in Michigan."
"Why did we move?"
'Mum' got an angry look on her face that she couldn't completely conceal. "We came here to get different jobs and to be closer to some of our extended family. Don't ask again."
"Okay."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Where's...the alarm. With her head still shoved in the pillow, Alice frantically felt around for her stupid alarm clock. Yes! Smacking the snooze button, she let her arm drape over the side of the bed and relished the silence for a few moments. Even though it was a God awful hour, Alice managed (somehow) to drag herself out of bed and get herself dressed. She never was a big morning person as far as she was concerned. She rubbed her eyes and put on her glasses, walking sleepily to her bathroom to get out a hairbrush. She had long blonde hair which, when brushed, was completely straight. She attempted to smile confidently at herself in the mirror.
Today's the day, she thought to herself, the day that I can finally go back to England. Ever since the day she had woken up with no memories, she had had an intense desire to visit Europe, mainly England, for no apparent reason. She liked it here in America alright, but there was something pulling her to the UK. Of course, her parents wouldn't know that she was going until she was gone. Whenever she had brought up the subject, they would harshly decline and tell her to never talk of traveling to Europe again. Even Canada, which was driving distance away was strictly out of the question. It seemed like her parents would do anything to keep her from leaving the country. A few weeks ago, she couldn't take it anymore. She secretly did odd jobs around her towns to get some extra cash (she had already saved up a few thousand from before she had lost her memory) and somehow managed to buy a decently priced plane ticket to London on such short notice. She had no idea how long she would be able to get by, but Alice wouldn't let her doubts stop her: not when she was so close.
Alice got ready quickly and slipped out of her 2nd story window onto the roof. She turned quietly and taped a note onto the inside of her window, telling her parents that she was moving to Canada. It was a bit tacky, but after all, why would she tell them where she was actually going? She would just end up getting dragged right back! She never understood why everyone in the American films did that. Taking a deep breath, she closed her window and climbed down the ladder she had set up the night previously. She peered into the darkness of the too-early morning and saw a taxi cab waiting for her. She quickly snatched her bags out of the bushes and hurried to meet her ride. Luckily, the driver didn't seem to have noticed her exit of the house.
"Where are you heading?"
"The Detroit Airport, please." Alice took one last look at her house as it vanished around the bend. She sighed and rested her forehead on the window. I'm finally on my way.