AN-Last night, it came to me in a vision...ok not really, but I have officially figured out my plan for this story and I am psyched about it!

Scooter is sweet and caring. He's very cute, and obviously popular. I wonder if that's why I'm dating him. Other then hockey and Eden Hall, we really don't have much in common. I wish I knew why I even dated him in the first place.

About a week has gone by since the accident. I still remember nothing. The doctors are hopeful, and mom and dad keep making surprise phone calls to check on me.

Today, it's like every other day. I'm walking down the hall with Connie, and we're talking, but it feels weird. It always does. It's like she's just expecting me to become the Julie she knows...and I'm not sure if she's ever coming back.

Scooter always waits for me at my locker. He has the same expectations. Everyone wants me to be the Julie I once was...but who was she? Everyone tells me she was smart, but was she smart to please her parents or herself?

Everyone says she loved to play hockey. Why did she love it? Did she just start playing one day, or did she catch a game on T. V. and think it looked like fun.

Everyone says she was nice, funny, and a great friend. I wonder if I would have liked the old me...if NewJulie and OldJulie were anything alike.

I have no clue who I was before the accident...

I wish they'd remember that.

Scooter takes my hand as we walk down the hallway, as if he'd leading me to my next class. I know the way by now, I wonder if he knows that. We stop outside my classroom and he faces me, smiling.

''Alright Julie. I'll see you later.''

He leans down to kiss me, and I back away. He has a hurt, confused look on his face, but how can I explain it to him? Instead I peck his cheek quickly.

''Bye Scooter.''

I head inside my classroom and see Connie waving me over to a seat. Without thinking, I take a different one. It's in the back of the room and far away from Connie. This doesn't seem like something OldJulie would do. I kinda like it.

Lunch time rolls around, and here I am at the popular table. Surrounded by cheerleaders and the Varsity team. I laugh and smile, trying to look like I might enjoy being there. I see Charlie stand up and walk out to the courtyard. I stand up and follow him out, without a word to Scooter.

That seems like something OldJulie wouldn't do.

Outside, I spot Charlie quickly and walk over, sitting down next to him.

''Hi Charlie. Whatcha doing out here?'' I ask

He shrugs his shoulder and turns toward me with a grin.

''Nothing much. Just trying to get by. Why aren't you with your boyfriend?'' he asks.

It's my turn to shrug. ''Why did you forget to tell me about him?''

''I didn't forget.'' he says.

''I figured that, but I was trying to let you off the hook.''

He smirks. ''The team doesn't like him. He's a Varsity player, and they treated us like shit when we first came here.''

''Even Scooter?'' I ask.

He sighs. ''Scooter...wasn't a jerk. He was pretty cool to Adam, while he was on the team for a while.''

''So, why didn't you tell me?'' I ask again.

He shrugs.

''That's not an answer.''

''It is from me.'' he says.

''Well, do you know what I saw in him?'' I ask.

''No clue, but if anyone would know, it would be Connie. You guys share everything.''

''I thought you were my best friend, Mr. I Know You Best.'' I say.

''Well I am the one who told you to dump Scooter, and since you seem to be so unhappy, I guess I do know you.'' he says.

I smirk, and bump my shoulder against his. Then, he's looking at me, and I'm looking at him.

''Julie, there you are...oh hi Charlie.''

I close my eyes briefly before turning to smile at Scooter. ''Hey you.''

I can't see it, but I know Charlie rolled his eyes at that.

''Come on, class starts soon. We need to get you to your on time.''

He says it like I'm some mental patient who can't find their way to a bathroom. My eyes narrow in anger.

''The only reason I'm late to class is because of your desperate need for PDA.''

Charlie coughs and the way Scooter glares at him, I know he was covering a laugh.

''Come on Jules.'' Scooter says, in a low tone, as if commanding me.

''I think I can find the way myself.''

Before either of the boys can react, I'm on my feet and inside the school.

I doubt OldJulie would have done that.

I sit in fourth period and I can help but think about lunchtime. Ditching Scooter...it felt so...different. I knew he wasn't expecting that, and that makes it seem like I am different from the girl before the accident.

I feel guilty for trying to be her, it's like I'm stealing her role in life...like I'm trying to be someone I'm not. Who knows, the person that I once was, maybe I was unhappy.

Maybe that wasn't who I was meant to be.

I don't wanna be her anymore. I don't want to live up to her brains, or her hockey talents. I want to find my own. I want to be my own person.

I don't want to be OldJulie anymore.

After school, I'm getting my hockey stuff together when Scooter knocks on my door. I know he's pissed off about lunch.

''Julie, how come you just ditched me like that?'' he asks.

''I didn't need your help anymore.'' I says, so nonchalantly that he stares at me.

''What happened to you?''

''I lost my memory.'' I say.

''No, Jules. You're so different. I don't like it.'' he says.

''Well, if you don't like it, maybe we shouldn't date.''

He looks so shocked, and frankly I am too. Where did that come from?

''Jules, you don't mean it.'' he says.

''Scooter, come on. It's so different then what it used to be, isn't it?''

He nods reluctantly.

''Scooter, I think we were over the moment the puck hit my head.'' I whisper.

He is so shocked and surprised, he can't even make a comment. He just nods his head, and leaves. I feel slightly liberated. Gone is another reminder of OldJulie.

I enter the arena. Yea, I decided to stick with hockey, I kinda remember watching a few games when I was little. Maybe that's why I played?

I change quickly and make my way onto the ice. Connie skates over.

''Is it true?'' she asks.

''Is what true?'' I ask.

''Did you dump Scooter?'' she wonders.

''How did you find out?''

''Everyone is talking about it. The Varsity cheerleaders think you're crazy, but they are all thrilled that Scooter Vanderbilt is available.''

''I just ended it before I came here.'' I say.

She shrugs. ''News travels fast. Come on, we better play.''

The one good thing about OldJulie, in my opinion, is that she chose a great sport. It's so exhilarating and fun. I just feel...right being here between the posts.

Which is why I'm surprised when, after practice, Coach Orion asks to talk to me. I walk into his office and he gets right to the point.

''Julie, right before the game started, the one you got hurt it, you can to me, asking to quit the team.''

I am seriously floored here for a second. When I was finally giving OldJulie some credit, she pulls this stupid stunt.

''Do you know why, sir?'' I ask.

''Not really. Why you said was differences with another teammate.''

''Well Coach, if you don't mind, I'd rather not quit.''

He smiles. ''I was hoping you wouldn't. You gotta take it easy, with your head injury, but hopefully you can play a few games this season.''

I nod in agreement and he dismisses me. After I change and exit the arena, I find Charlie waiting for me.

''So, is it true?'' he asks, the moment I'm close enough to hear.

''Is what true?'' I ask.

''You dumped Scooter.''

''Oh that. Uh, yea it's true.'' I say.

''But I thought you loved him.'' he says, his tone joking.

''Wasn't meant to be.'' I shrug.

We're walking now, still talking, as we make our way back to the dorms. We end up walking past a kid I didn't recognize, but then again, that's not a surprise.

''Yo, Captain Duck, got a light?'' he asks, holding up a cigarette.

''No, I don't Riley.'' Charlie answers.

''Who is that.'' I whisper to Charlie.

''Riley Smith. He's new year, just came this year.'' Charlie says, clearly unimpressed by the new kid.

I can't stop staring at him. He was dark hair, spiked up by gel. He's wearing black jeans and a leather jacket, on top of a black T-shirt. I can't see what is written on the shirt, but I can just tell it's something bad. He has chains on his jeans, and when he movies his arm, I can just make out a tattoo on his wrist.

''See something you like?'' he asks, smirking.

He obviously caught me looking and he seems slightly pleased by it. Charlie takes my arm.

''Come on Jules, hurry up.''

I barely feel it as Charlie whisks me away, all I can see is Riley Smith.

AN-Ok, Julie is not crazy! She just feels the pressure of trying to remember who she once was a.k.a. OldJulie.

So, Scooter is history, and get used to Riley Smith, he might be here a while.