30 days, 11 hours, 58 minutes left 

After a brief in-counter with my parents this morning, which consisted of a ‘good morning’ and ‘have a good day at school’, I searched for the journals.

They are not in this house. I looked everywhere in every room and cupboard, but I can’t find them. I did, however, find another note that said I had 30 days until I would loose my memories again. Also that this all started when I turned twelve.

My next guess is that Abby has them. She is my best friend and she might wanted to borrow them or keep them safe for me. As the calendar on my phone said it was Thursday, I assumed Abby would be at school.

Next stop, my high school, with no memory of who anyone is.

* * *

I got out of my car and checked the time, 12:02pm. Thankfully the care at a GPS in it, with the school already programmed in. Apparently even with memory lose, I know how to drive a car properly.

I saw people standing in front of the school in clusters, none of which had jet black hair with green eyes, like the boy from my one memory.

“Charlotte!” A feminine voice yelled to my right. The voice belonged to a girl waving at me with light brown hair and greyish eyes.

“Abby?” I questioned, hoping that I was right. It would be incredibly embarrassing if it isn’t.

“Duh!” She said as she handed me a black spiralbound notebook and I raised an eyebrow in response.

“It’s my brother’s journal.” She smiled and I gave her a blank look, “The one I was telling you about yesterday. Read it. It’s such a nice mix of funny, sweet, and creepy.”

“Um, no thanks? I don’t think I should read a journal that isn’t mine, you shouldn’t either.” I said, handing it back to her as she frowned at me.

“Sorry, what happened to Charlotte?” She joked and took the bag off my shoulder, putting the journal inside.

“Whatever. Did I by any chance give you my journals?” I asked.

“No, you’ve never even let me see what the outside looks like.” She said, “Seriously, though, are you okay? You seem off.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” I said, waving off her concern.

“Alright, well I’m here if you need me.” She said, “Oh! There is insanely cute new guy! He just transferred in today an-”

I cut her off and quickly said, “Does he have green eyes and black hair?”

“Yeah, but I would describe his eyes more than just green, they’re like mysterious, and dangerous, and green. Anyways, his name is Liam, you would have sat beside him in math, but you weren’t there. How did you know?” She asked, confused after gushing about his eyes.

“A guess, where is he? Do you know?” I said, almost tripping over my words in a rush to get them out. The guy could be the one from my memory and he’s the only other option I can think of who has my journals.

“He said he was going to be in the art room over lunch, I’ll introduce you. Come on.” She said, grinning, as she dragged me into the tall brick building.

* * *

My heart in my throat, Abby lead me into what I presume to be the art room. There are easels set up all throughout the room, and surprisingly quite nice painting hanging on the walls. The lights are off and the curtains are drawn letting the room bathe in natural light.

A boy with black hair sits at an easel near the far end of the room, his back to us. My breath hitched as he turned around to face us, hearing our entrance into the room.

“Hi, Liam.” Abby greeted him and my jaw dropped.

It was him.

The guy from my memory.

“This is my best friend, Charlotte.” Abby introduced us, “Charlotte this is Liam.”

“Hey.” Liam said, his voice husky.

“Have we met?” I asked, getting out of my shocked state.

“No, I don’t believe we have. I just moved here.” He said.

“You sure about that?” I pressed.

“Pretty sure, yeah.” He said, frowning slightly.

“Charlotte.” Abby hissed at me.

“Hush.” I said to her, then turned back to Liam, “Steal any journals yesterday?”

“Excuse me?” He said, confusion written all over his face.

“Charlotte, what the hell? He didn’t take your journals!” Abby said, grabbing my arm.

“Someone did and he’s the only one left who could of!” I said to her, knowing I sounded insane, but I had to get my answers somehow and beating around the bush wouldn’t work.

“Only one? What about Kaden? Or my brother, he has a huge crush on you.” She said, glaring at me furiously.

I stopped short of defending myself and pondered her suggestion. Kaden didn’t take them, but her brother might have.

“Where is your brother?” I asked her.

“He’s at home, he has a cold.” She said.

“I need a map to your house.” I stated and she raised an eyebrow at me.

“Seriously?” She said.

“Now, Abby.” I said, holding out my hand, “Please.”

“Fine, you should know it by now, but whatever.” She said scribbling on a piece of paper she found.

When she was done, she shoved it into my hands and stalked off leaving me and Liam alone for the time being.

“You sure you didn’t take them?” I asked, turning my attention back to him.

“Positive.” He said.

“Fine.” I responded, starting for the door.

“Nice meeting you!” He called after me and I rolled my eyes, ignoring him.