If you didn't get the plot in last chapter go over and read it again. I'm not re explaining it! Please be reading this. Please. I'm begging of you.

Iamtheboss88's POV:

My memory had been groggy since the day before when I woke up in this ward.

I was sure I didn't belong, but I couldn't figure out where I belonged, or if I belonged anywhere at all.

For the strangest reason the one thing I remembered was my Chat page account.

It was so crazy, because when I logged in everything felt familar.

I soon found out I hadn't participated in any chats yet, so I found one, music discussion and stuff, that looked okay I decided to join.

It felt impossible to find someone on the page that wasn't a snob, but I soon did.

Morningglory5.

She had been SO nice to me.

I mean.

I'd had to not tell her my name and age because I didn't know what it was.

The nurses at the ward wouldn't tell me anything.

I guess they were afraid of what would happen if I remembered, and didn't want to speed up the process.

The guy in the bed next to me had said this was a ward for bad kid amnesiacs, and that's just what he heard from a volunteer here.

So I was a bad kid.

Great.

I wasn't telling Morning that.

I liked her.

And something told me that I was pretty awkward around girls.

This may be my best chance to talk to one that wasn't WAY too old for me.

Well, I hope she's not way to old for me.

She's pretty.

At least her picture is.

Man I wish I could remember who I was.

If I could, I'd spill my guts to her.

But I can't.

And now I have another splitting headache.

Great.

DING!

Oh who cares? I have to talk to her.

Travis is officially awesome...