The sunlight entering from the window manages to hit my eyelids. My eyelids slightly creep open and squint at the sudden burst of light. My arm lifts itself from under the sheets and makes its way to the nightstand. It flops itself onto my phone and my hand grips it. I drag my phone over to the side of my face and press the home button. 

The time reads 6:30 A.M. I groan and I open my eyes fully. Once I do, pain immediately starts to surge throughout my head. I wince and I put my hand on my head. "What did I do for my head to hurt this bad?" I think. I try to remember what I had done for the past week. But nothing seems to come up. 

It's like my memory had been completely wiped clean for the past week. As I was trying to recollect my memories, my bedroom door swings open. My mom idly walks into the room. "Shree, you have to get up. You've got school today," she says. 

I flop back on my bed and groan. "Mom, do I have to go?" I ask. She sighs. "Yes you have to go. Now get up and brush your teeth," my mom says. I sigh and throw off my covers. After brushing my teeth and cleaning my retainers, I go downstairs and I have my breakfast. 

Throughout the whole time, I can't stop thinking about what was bugging me. I couldn't pinpoint it, and that frustrated me. My mom even noticed my frustration. "Everything ok, Shree?" she asked. I nod my head. 

"Everything is fine. I just feel like something is off," I say, picking at my cereal. My mom puts down her coffee cup. "What do you think is off, Shree?" my mom asks. I sigh. "That's the problem. I can't pinpoint it. Not only that, I feel like my memory has been completely wiped clean for some reason," I say. My mom says. 

"You have been forgetting things a lot lately, Shree. Should I take you to the doctor?" my mom asks. I shake my head. "I think I'll be fine," I say, and I finish my breakfast. After I shower and get dressed, my dad drives me to school. During the very short ride, I try my best to study anything and everything. 

Call me a nutcase, but I believe that the smallest things can jog anyone's memory. I see trees, houses, roads, and grass. Somehow, thinking of grass jogs something in my memory. I rest my head back on the headrest and I think. 

"Grass, grass. Oh gosh," I think. Part of a name suddenly appears in my memory. I can make out the letters "G" and "A", but I can't remember anything else. "Ga- ga- what?" I'm thinking. "Shree!" my dad suddenly exclaims. I'm snapped out of my mini-trance when my dad suddenly calls my name. 

"What? Dad, what's wrong?" I exclaim. He sighs. "Do you want to get down?" my dad asks. I look out the window of my car, and I'm already at school. "Yeah, I'll get down," I say, and I grab my geometry textbook. "Bye, Dad," I say, and I get out of the car and walk to math class.

Once we are done taking our notes for the lesson, my teacher gives us time to do our homework that is due the next day. But in all honesty, no one actually does their homework. It's basically a free period for the rest of us. Once I put my notes away into my folder, I turn to my best friend, Nikki, who closes her math book. 

"How was your weekend, Nikki?" I ask. She shrugs. "It honestly could be worse. Although, I did two things yesterday," she says. "What did you do?" I ask. She smiles. "For one, I tried to do the splits. And two, I learned that I can't do the splits," she says, and smiles. I slap my palm to my forehead while she laughs. 

"That's just pure stupidity, Nikki," I say. She shoots me a look. "Oh shut up. We both know it's a joke," she says. "I hope so," I say, and we both laugh. Then, a suspicious look forms on Nikki's face. I tilt my head and examine the look on her face. "Nikki? You ok? You look like a high investigator interrogating a burglary suspect," I say, and Nikki rolls her eyes. 

"Nothing major. It's just that something is off with you, Shree. You're not your usual self. You seem.... empty," Nikki observes. I sigh. "Yeah, I haven't been feeling great. I don't know. I feel like my memory was wiped clean for the span of last week. I can't remember anything that happened last week," I say. Nikki laughs. 

"Be glad that last week was break. Otherwise, you would've been screwed," she says, and we both laugh. "True true. But while my dad was driving me to school, part of a name popped up in my head," I say. Nikki raises an eyebrow. "Which name?" she asks. 

"Well, it was only a G and an A. That's it," I say. Nikki presses her lips together. "You sure you don't remember anything?" she asks. I nod. "I don't remember anything at all," I say. Nikki sighs. "Well, give it a few days. Maybe it will slowly come back to you," she says. I sigh. You know, maybe she's right. Maybe I'm overthinking this.

School goes by really quickly. I manage to get through without dying of boredom. Once I get home, I throw my backpack to the side and I grab my phone. The homework my teachers assigned was easy. I log onto the Wattpad forums and I go to the "We Need More Friends 10.0" thread. 

I've been there since the first version, and I've stuck around since the first one was made. I log on and I already find Tanz, Purple, Selah, and Lena there. "Hey everyone!" I type. "Shree!" Selah replies. I smile. "Selah! How are you?" I reply. Selah likes my post and she replies. "Doing good Shree! How are you?" she asks. 

"I'm doing fine, but something is bothering me," I reply. I then see Isaias typing, and it reads, " 'Sup Shree?" I reply. "Nothing much, but there is something bothering me," I reply. Then, Lena replies to my post. 

"Shree! What's bothering you?" she asks. Tanz also replies to my post. "Welcome back Shree. Yeah, what is bothering you?" I sigh. I tag all four of them and I explain what is bugging me. "So, I'm trying to remember something. I woke up this morning with a nasty headache, and I couldn't remember anything. But I did remember two letters. They were G and A," I reply. 

I see all 4 of them typing at the same time, and Purple replies first. "That could be anyone Jaja. You sure that you're in your senses? I doubt it Jaja," he says. Somehow, his post is kind of weird. Knowing Gonzo for a few months, this isn't like him a lot. Something seems off. 

"Well there could be a lot of people that start with those two letters. You sure you don't remember anything else?" Lena replies. "I agree with Purple. That could be so many people, Shree," Lena says. I sigh. You know, maybe they're right. Maybe I'm just overthinking this. It could be someone from my school, or an old friend whom I hadn't spoken to. 

"I agree with Lena and Purple on this one, Shree. I really think that you're overthinking this. G and A could be anyone," Selah says. I sit back in my chair a little bit. "They took the words right out of my mouth. Basically what they all said," Tanz replies. I sigh. At this point, I'm out of ideas. I really don't know what to believe right now. It's either my own conscience or my possibly deceiving memory. 

"I'll think about it. Thanks guys," I say. Everyone replies with "you're welcome Shree," or something to that extent. "Shree, it could mean something else. Maybe that person is someone who you can sign me up with," Isaias says. I sigh. "Nice try. That won't work with me," I say. Tanz and Selah both like my comment. 

"You've got to have a sister or something that's over 18," Isaias says. I roll my eyes. "Ok I have a cricket bat with me, mister. You don't want a repeat of last time," I say. Tanz, Selah, and Lena all like my comment. I continue chatting with them for the next hour. 

I try to take my mind off of things, but I can't forget what my mind came up with. It's just something I can't forget. You can't think of someone's name and forget it that easily. After finishing up my homework and eating my dinner, I watched some YouTube and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up fairly peacefully. There is nothing more peaceful than your alarm clock screaming in your ear, waking you up from a deep sleep. When I get up and rub my eyes, the thought of the name crosses my mind again. 

If it doesn't get any better, then I won't think about it anymore. It's not going anywhere, and at this point, there is no point in obsessing over it. After eating, getting dressed, and being dropped off at school, I trudge my way to math class and throw myself in my chair.

 While I'm writing notes about parallelograms, my math teacher stands up. "We have a new student today! Her name is Gabriella!" he says, and as he says that, a girl walks in. Suddenly, it's like I'm being hit in the face with memory. 

The name suddenly flashes in my mind. Gabriella Briseño. It was her. Gabriella. The name was so clear in my head now. Who was she? I don't know. But, there is something that people are not telling me. 

And I'm determined to find out what they've been hiding.

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*whistles* The first chapter is here! You guys have been waiting for this for way too long. I hope you guys liked this chapter! It was super fun to write. 

The next update: next Wednesday. Keep your eyes open for that. Have a great week! 

Love you guys, 

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