Brain Books (2)

I need an opinion from you guys! Should I 1. continue with this one story, or 2. start a different story each time? For now, here is another section of the first story. I know this one is shorter, but I hope you like it!

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I drove over to Frederick’s Frosted Frozen Treats; I lived in one of the apartments above the little shop. The old partially bald man behind the counter brightened when I walked in the door. He was the only person I hadn’t forgotten. He had taken care of me after the crash since neither of my parents were alive. He was like the only-half-serious uncle to me. “Nicki!” he said in his thick German accent that should have worn off after all of these years in America. I assumed that he maintained it for the kids in the town, but it also could have been pride that he was from somewhere else.

“Hi Frederick!” I smiled as I slid into one of the seats at the counter. ”I just had an interesting talk with a man in the park.”

“Really?” He only half-asked.

“Yeah, he knew a lot about me, but I couldn’t recognize him.”

“Was he tall, with brown hair and brown eyes?”

“Yeah, do you know him?”

“Yes, he came by here earlier asking for you.” I leaned forward with my arms crossed on the counter.

“What did you tell him?”

“Well, he said that he had known you in high school, though I didn’t recognize him from your high school friends, so we talked about what you liked to do, especially your favorite ice cream.”

“Do you remember if he ever came here with us after the football games?”

Frederick thought for a moment. “No, he never did.”

“That’s odd. He told me he had, and that his favorite kind of ice cream was the same as mine.”

“Well I can tell you that he’s never been here before today.”  I ran up the stairs to my apartment and looked through all of my bookshelves. There. My senior yearbook. I searched it for Tom Anderson, but he wasn’t there, or any of my other high school yearbooks.

Brain Books! (1)

Hey guys! I’m not certain if this is normal, but I make up stories in my head and rarely ever write them down, so they are lost forever..... So I decided that I should start writing them down, and began on Friday. I know this isn’t much to have written for that many days, but it is what I have. (cue dramatic music) Now I present to you the first part of the first chapter of the Brain Books!

-Wildflower

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I stared at the dog tags in my hand. It was all I had left of her. There was a man sitting on the park bench next to me; he seemed to be watching me. I looked up. "Hello!" he said cheerfully. His eyes were searching my face.

"Hi" I said cautiously. He glanced down at my hands."Those dog tags... Whose are they?" He looked worried; eyebrows furrowed, eyes still searching.

"Should I know you?" I asked shoving the dog tags back into my pocket. This happened far too often in my own hometown.

"If you are the person I think you are. Nicki?" So he did know me, but I didn't recognize him at all. Not even a tug in the back of my mind like there usually was when this happened. "I guess it's been a while... Tom Anderson." He held out his hand; I shook it.

"Tom." I repeated. By now I should have remembered him. What was different this time?

"We went to the same high school" he said with hope in his eyes, but the worry remained. It made for an odd expression.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember. I was in a car accident last year. I lost most of my memory, so this has been happening a lot. How did you know me in high school?"

"Oh... uh... I was friends with Derek Lawson. We would hang out after the football games."

"Oh" Derek had been my high school boyfriend; he was the football team captain. As far as I knew I had been a normal person my whole life until the car crash a year ago.

"So, what do you remember?"

"I remember Derek, and that when they would win a game we would go to the little ice cream shop," I smiled as I replayed the memory in my head, "and Derek would always steal some of my ice cream-"

"Then you would whack him with your spoon, but you never take any of his 'cause you thought coconut ice cream was gross!" he smiled and chuckled.

"Yeah." I smiled again. "What flavor did you get?" Everyone who went to Frederick's Frosted Frozen Treats had one flavor that they would eat, and only one. No exceptions!

"Chocolate Fudge Brownie!"

"That's my favorite too!"

"I remember! You would pile whipped cream and hot fudge on top until your bowl was almost overflowing!"

I still didn't remember Tom Anderson at all, but that didn't mean I didn't know him right? I looked at my watch. I didn't have to be anywhere for hours, but I couldn't keep this up much longer. "Well," I said with a very fake smile, "I should get going. It was nice seeing you again."

"Yeah!" his face couldn't decide whether it should happy, sad, worried, or surprised. I stood up and walked away quickly. That was a close one. I couldn't have anyone, not even old friends, asking about the dag tags.