The last time we saw Andy, he blacked out. (This blog will be in the view of Andy. It will make more sense).
"Ughh, my head hurts" I complained, rubbing my head.
I woke up in an unfamiliar place, with my mom and dad around me.
Oh, I'm in the hospital. I thought to myself.
"Are you okay? We heard all about it from your friend, David. He's so nice." said my mom sweetly, while looking at a boy, about my age with jet black hair and in a dark blue t-shirt and some tan trousers.
"Are you okay, Andy? Did the baseball hit you to hard?" asked the boy, I've never seen him in my life.
"Baseball? What baseball?" I asked, really confused.
"Oh dear! I think he lost his memory!" weeped my mom, "Do you remember me? And him?" she said pointing to my dad.
"Mom and Dad. I'm okay, I just don't remember what happened. The last thing I remember was Jake and Jor..." I trailed off, remembering what happened.
Jake and Jordan's house. The sign.
"Jake and Jordan? Sweetie, they left. Their mom's left a message to tell you that they left for boarding school." explained mom.
"Bo-Boa-BOARDING SCHOOL?!" I screamed.
I think I'm losing my mind.
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