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Chapter one: In search of Identity

My eyes opened and I realized that I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds outside chirped rhythmically and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around to see the walls were painted pink and the drawers and the desk standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.

I got out of bed and heard a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a casual purple dress. Next to her on the right was a little girl, who wore similar clothing except that she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. On the left side of the locket I spotted something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved 鈥淟.R鈥?printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:

20

December

1995

The date on the locket stirred up my curiosity. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? Who does this locket belong to? There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped in surprise when I heard it. I watched the door and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were crooked, it looked as if it were about to fall off her face. Her face was dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, she and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.

鈥淥h, you鈥檙e awake鈥?br>

I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.

鈥淲hat鈥檚 your name?鈥?said the woman, smiling lightly, 鈥淢y name is Solana Frosty.鈥?br>

Unfortunately I didn鈥檛 have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.

鈥淯m, you don鈥檛 talk much do you?鈥?said Solana, timidly. 鈥淢y daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and placed you in her room. Um鈥?. Are you feeling okay?鈥?br>

I nodded lightly.

鈥淚鈥檓 glad to hear it!鈥?said Solana, smiling brightly. 鈥淐ome downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you鈥檙e finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?鈥?br>

鈥淭-Tw-Twelve,鈥?I guessed.

鈥淥h that鈥檚 great!鈥?Said Solana delighted, 鈥淎iyana is just about your age- Well, perhaps. She鈥檒l be turning twelve in a few days, so I鈥檓 sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn鈥檛 expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we鈥檒l call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we鈥檒l just let them know that you鈥檙e okay鈥?br>

Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor where I was sat, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.

鈥淲e saved you some breakfast, come here.鈥?br>

I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana鈥檚 in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. Like Solana, she was wearing glasses and her face was covered in freckles. The girl looked back at me and grinned.

鈥淥h hello,鈥?She said quickly, 鈥淒on鈥檛 mind my Mom, she鈥檚 very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she鈥檚 not always the best cook. Although she鈥檚 very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She鈥檚 only like this when she鈥檚 stressed out. It鈥檚 very typical for adults. Oh, I鈥檓 so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I鈥檓 Aiyana.鈥?br>

Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.

I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.

鈥淲hat鈥檚 your name?鈥?She asked.

My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It鈥檚 that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug and she frowned.

鈥淚 tried asking her the same thing,鈥?said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, 鈥渂ut she wouldn鈥檛 tell me. She must be shy, let鈥檚 give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it鈥檚 time we call her parents.鈥?br>

Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, she placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,

鈥淧lease eat some pancakes, they鈥檙e really tasty. I don鈥檛 want you to go hungry. I鈥檒l give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.鈥?br>

Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.

鈥淗mm,鈥?said Solana. 鈥淚t seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.鈥?

I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn鈥檛 always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.

鈥淚鈥檓 glad you like it,鈥?She said sweetly, 鈥淲ould you like some orange juice? You鈥檒l like this one, very natural.

Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.

鈥淥h don鈥檛 worry about the stuff in there,鈥?said Solana sweetly, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 just the pulp, dear. It鈥檚 natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!鈥?br>

I took a small sip of orange juice. Despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips, it tasted pretty good.

Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, and then looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.

鈥淓rm鈥︹€?said Solana nervously, 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 know your parents鈥?phone number?鈥?br> I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.

鈥淯m鈥?okay鈥?she said, 鈥淲hat about parent last name?鈥?br>

I shrugged. Solana sighed.

鈥淲ow,鈥?said Aiyana, quickly, 鈥測ou must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia鈥?

I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly, taking three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.

鈥淥h, No worries,鈥?She said kindheartedly, 鈥測ou will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you鈥檇 like. If it鈥檚 okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not look at profiles 鈥渃ute boys鈥?on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?鈥?br>

Aiyana鈥檚 face turned red.

鈥淚 do NOT look at boys.鈥?She shouted, in an astounded tone 鈥淯gh, oh whatever.鈥?br>

Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.

鈥淲ell?鈥?she said, 鈥淎re you coming?鈥?

I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at the door next to Aiyana鈥檚 room. She opened the door and hit the switch to illuminate the room. The office was messier than the kitchen, with books and folders lying open on the floor, and there were loose papers, most of them strewn in random directions. The desk was cluttered with papers and the chair had fallen over, with its back to the floor. A file cabinet in the back of the room sat on its side with its doors flung open. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace, slowed only by its violent rocking motion.

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