I'll speak more about him tomorrow, when I have the time. It is really, really late now....
So, here' Chapter 12 of Do You Remember Me? I'll post the note at the beginning too, just so that the note is somewhere also than just on my computer version.
NOTE: Changed Jeff from Jeff to Danny.
Chapter 12.
“Come in.” I heard from the other side of the door. I gulped. I was really nervous. I opened the door slowly and walked inside, Maggie following closely behind me.
“Ah, Danny and Mrs Smith. Glad to see you came.” The man sitting behind the desk was pudgy looking. A bald head and a clean-shaven face. He had dark brown, almost black eyes.
“Danny, this is Mr Erickson. He’s the deputy head, and English teacher in this school.” Maggie added.
“Right.” I replied, Maggie leading me to a seat.
“So, your mother called me last night asking if I would assist you in getting ready to join us here at Ovid high.”
“Okay.” I replied, I’m guessing it was probably a good thing to add a word or two, to show you’re still listening.
“Now, your subjects last year were English II, Maths II, Biology II, Chemistry II, Physics II, World History and I.C.T.” He paused to think what to say next. “So, I’ll assume you’ll just want to continue in those fields, so it’ll be “English III, Maths III, Biology III, Chemistry III, Physics III, American History and I.C.T. II”
“Okay, that sounds good enough.” I answered nodding my head.
“Yes, but you’ll have a lot of work to be doing, we’ll take all your lessons back to the beginning of High School and then you can catch up to where we are now. Considering we’re only 8 weeks away from Summer vacation, you do have a lot of work to do.”
“I have a lot of free time on my hands.” It didn’t look like I had a lot of free time with the amount of work it looked like I’d be doing.
“Okay, so I’ll give you the materials for your freshman year, I’ll set up so that you come back say Wednesday?” It was Monday today, he expected me to learn a whole years work in two days? “Great,” he didn’t even wait for me to reply. “So I’ll see you then, I’ll mark everything then and give you the next lot of work.”
I nodded.
“You can join the class then as soon as you like.” He carried on. “It’ll be good for you to mix with more people your age.”
“Right.”
“Thank you, Mr Erickson, for all the work your doing for Danny here. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it when the time comes.”
“It’s no problem at all, we just want Danny to join us as soon as possible. I’m sure his peers would like to see him back up and on his feet again.” He smiled at me, isn’t it strange how thirty seconds ago he was talking about me like I wasn’t here at all? “Give me a second to get all your work gathered up. All the teachers here keep small packs of information on what happens in the course. It basically keeps all the information you need in it, without all the useless knowledge.”
“Thank you.” I said.
“Give me a moment whilst I go and collect them all.”
“Thank you.” Maggie added, watching as Mr Erickson left the room. “He’s a good teacher, Danny, you’ll appreciate all the work he’s done for you when you join all your classmates again.”
“Why will I appreciate it so much? Apparently, all my friends are still stuck somewhere I don’t know.” I replied. “Or somewhere I know and just can’t remember.”
“We’ll get them back.” Maggie said sternly. “The fact that you’re back just adds to the feeling that they’ll be back too. They have to be alive if you’re alive.” I could just feel her determination about finding them. It was as if she knew that they were alive. It’s probably a mother thing.
“Can you show me a picture of them when we get home?” I asked cautiously. “I’d like to see what they looked like.”
“Of course you can. You have a load of pictures of the three of you together in your room. In your photo album.” She answered. At that moment, Mr Erickson decided to walk through the door again.
“Well, here’s all your stuff. All six of your subjects.” He held them out. I glanced quickly at the titles.
“Hang on, didn’t I take I.C.T. too?” I asked.
“Yes, you only picked up on the subject last year. You see, we allow you to add one subject at the beginning of Sophomore year, then you can add another one on at the beginning of Senior year. It’s optional then though.” He explained.
“Oh, right. Okay,” I replied, school was just too confusing for me. It wasn’t World History what I took in Freshman year either, it was British history. It was all going to be very confusing.
“Well, I’ll see you on Wednesday, same time?” Maggie nodded. “Great. Give me a call if you need me, Danny. You’re mother knows my number.” I smiled in appreciation.
“Thank you.” I added as Maggie ushered me out of the room.
Just as we exited the school we heard the bell ringing, signalling the end of that period. That was soon to be my routine. I wasn’t looking forward to it in the slightest.
“Here we are, Danny.” Maggie said pulling up in front of a tall building. It looked expensive, you could see the brick wall for the first story, then the rest, about six more were in a soft cream colour. It was a square building, and light, large windows dashed across the building. A large automatic door stood out at the front of the building. “Go in to the front desk and ask for a Mrs Connor. She’ll be your therapist.”
“I don’t want to go.” I said, eyeing the building.
“Come on Danny, we’ve had this conversation all ready. Please. You might find something you like about talking to her.”
“How are we paying for something like this?” I’d never really cared for how much money the family was earning. In fact, the thought had never come through my mind, but this building was fancy. And by the looks of the people entering, they had a lot of money behind them.
“You don’t need to worry about that. Just go and talk. That’s the only thing you need to worry about. Well, yourself and talking.” She said hurriedly. “Now, go, I’ll come and pick you up in an hour when your session’s over.”
I climbed out of the car. I wasn’t looking forward to this at all. I should have brought a joint with me. I could have smoked it before going in.
“See you later, I guess.” I said as I closed the door. I walked towards the door in the slowest way I could think of without making it seem like I was stalling my way there. I expected that I would get some looks going in here, but just by looking around the parking lot as Maggie was leaving, the looks I got were in huge numbers. Every person there stopped to look at me at some point. I just decided to keep my head down.
The reception was cool, a cold air surrounded the interior of the room, as I entered. I looked up once to survey my surroundings and walked quickly to the desk, where a young looking woman was sitting, everything about her was perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect clothes. Nothing was out of place. I should have expected that too.
“Hello, my name is Danny Smith and I’m looking for a Mrs Connor.” I said quickly. “I have a session with her.” I added.
“Right. Daniel Smith.” She looked at the computer screen. “Yeah, you’re here.” She looked up at me for the first time and smiled, showing me her perfect white teeth. “If you’ll just take a seat, she’ll be with you soon.” I smiled back, “and might I add how great it is to have you back with us. Well, not here obviously, but back in Ovid. With your family. Your mother came to see us a couple of times. She was distraught that you’d been taken.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. I bet she’s really happy to have you back.” I nodded. “I’ll give her a call to see how long she’ll be. I’ll give you a shout, okay?” I nodded.
“Thank you.” I said as I walked to my seat. I noticed she immediately went to the phone. I didn’t listen to her talking. I didn’t want to. She was probably gushing. I sat down next to some young looking man, he was wearing a dark suit. He looked like he had a lot of money.
“I saw you on the TV yesterday.” He said just looked at me. I rubbed the back of my neck, I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to that, did I? “I didn’t believe you were actually back until I saw you walk in just now.”
“Uh, right.” I replied.
“Have you really lost your memory?” He asked, interest seeping into his voice.
“Well, I don’t remember anything. That counts as memory loss, right?” I was trying to be sarcastic, I guess it wasn’t really working.
“Right.” He smiled and just settled down after that. Great, now I’ve got to sit next to this guy until the woman’s ready to see me. Boy, should I have brought a joint with me. “So, where were you?”
“When people say ‘memory loss’, it usually means you can’t remember.” I think I pulled sarcasm really well then. He looked a bit disgruntled.
“There’s no need to be a bit touchy on the subject.”
“I’m not being touchy, you’re being nosy.” I was getting mad at this guy.
“All right. All right. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here, is all.” He held his hands up in surrender. It wasn’t really surrender though, was it?
“Hm, let me see. I’ve lost my memories, it looks like I was tortured, my friends, who I have no recollection of, are still missing. You want me to list anything else for you?” I asked. I was rocking the sarcasm. “What’re you doing here? That’s more the question. There obviously ain’t much wrong with you, if you trying to analyze me.”
“It’s personal.”
“So it can be personal for you, but not for me?” I was really fuming at this guy. He didn’t seem to be wanting to give up either.
“You’ve only been all over the news for nearly a year. Of course people are going to want to know about you.”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t want to know about me and left me alone.” I growled. He grinned and shut up.
“Danny Smith. Mrs Connors is ready for you now.” Thank the Lord. I couldn’t be in this guys presence any longer. I practically jumped out of my seat and walked towards the door the receptionist pointed at.
“Thanks.” I said as I walked past.
This one is about the second longest, according to my document manager on fictionpress.
Hoping you all liked it.
Night!
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