A/: I'm sorry to the people who are waiting for me to update my other stories but I just had to get this one out, I'm still working on my other stories too though, I haven't just abandoned them.

This chapter is kind of a filler chapter/introduction… I don't even know whether to carry on with this story but I know if I do it will get better so please review and let me know what you think of this idea and concept and whether I should continue.

Enjoy!

'Cammie darling, hurry up please I need to get to work!' My mom called from downstairs.

'Coming mom!' I sighed at my reflection in the mirror. I applied a little more bronzer to my pale skin and groaned inwardly at how my skinny jeans showed just how skinny I really was. I'd been having the dreams again and the dark circles under my eyes showed it. It was my first day at a new school, I was meant to look pretty, and I was meant to look normal.

I jumped down the stairs, grabbing a cereal bar from the cupboard.

'Cammie!' My mom scolded as she ran around picking up her things for work. 'You're far too skinny; you need to have a proper breakfast!'

I groaned, would my mom ever stop nagging me? I grabbed a carton of full fat milk from the fridge and guzzled it down straight from the carton.

Mom rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.

I glanced at the clock, my mom still had ten minutes before she left for work, it was amazing how she seemed to keep track of time, and she would never be late.

'Mommmm' I started. My mom glanced up sharply as she made herself a cup of tea. 'Can you tell me more about the day you found me?'

The cup in her hand began to shake and she sat down roughly at the bar stool.

'You already know all about it darling' she smiled a false smile that indicated the conversation was over.

'But you never speak about it properly!' I pushed on.

'Cammie!' she snapped, but then her face relaxed again as she sipped at her tea. 'I guess I could give you a… few more details' she spoke carefully as if she were considering every word.

I smiled up at her, indicating I was listening; the cereal bar was poised in my hand, forgotten.

'It was November when I was visiting New York hospital; I'd been visiting all the children's wards giving out gifts like I do every month. They told me there was one ward that I couldn't visit because the girl in there was in such a delicate state' She paused as if the sheer thought of it was too distressing. 'Naturally I wanted to know what was wrong with the girl and the hospital told me she'd been recovered from a convent, she'd received such a strong hit to the head that she'd lost her memory' My mom paused again and I absentmindedly ran my hand over the tiny lump on my head that was by now just a faded bruise. 'They told me the girl in there had only just survived, they said she didn't remember anything, I mean obviously you remembered how to add up, you remembered your times tables and you remembered what a verb was, but you had no idea who you were, what you had done, were you'd been' She sighed. 'The only thing you remembered about yourself is that your name is Cammie, and we think that's short for Cameron'

I was listening so intently, trying to pick out any tiny detail that might help me remember, but my mom was wording it so well that she wasn't giving much away.

'I finally persuaded them to let me visit, along with your dad Frank. You were sulking, saying you just wanted to go home, but you were so ill. You were all bone and unbearably pale. You wouldn't talk to any of the nurses' she smiled suddenly. 'Only us. You had nowhere to go, no life to lead and so… well… you know the rest'

'Tell me anyway' I commanded, I loved hearing this part of the story, about how my mom and dad saved me.

'They were going to send you to an orphanage but we told them we would adopt you. We had never even looked after a child before so naturally they were very cautious. Frank had a record because of some silly fight he got in at sixteen so it was hard to persuade them… but we did. We wanted you to fit into our life as naturally as possible; we didn't want you to feel like an outsider. So we moved into the small town of Roseville. We told you to stop calling us Catherine and Frank and to call us mom and dad. We took you in as our own' she smiled at the happy ending.

I just frowned. I wasn't sure why but something about the story had never made sense to me… I mean, they thought I'd been on a school field trip and fallen off a mountain… I was sure I would never be that careless. And why would my parents never come and get me.

'So what about my parents… I mean…'

'Your parents were worthless!' mom spat. 'We have reason to believe they committed suicide, anyway, I'm late for work, have a good day first day at school!' she cried before dashing out of the door.

I sighed. She would never speak about my parents properly. Maybe they were worthless; maybe they were a waste of time.

Still I should be thankful, she'd always been truthful with me, she'd never lied and she would give me counselling once a week to try to help me remember, she seemed to think a memory of a circus with names would help… but I could never remember, it made my head hurt to think about it, like I had some kind of mental block.

'Bye Cammie!' My dad called from the door.

'Bye dad!' I replied as I ran up the stairs to get my school things.

My dad usually kept out my way. I had a feeling my mom had some kind of hold over him; it was like he was scared to come near me encase he said the wrong thing. Still, I didn't let myself dwell on it as I picked up my new school bag.

They'd brought me so much stuff since I'd been living here, I wasn't sure what their jobs were but I knew they made a lot of money. I never asked for much but they swamped me with gifts, almost as if they were scared I'd run away, but I never would… or could, because my mom never let me out the house except recently she'd agreed I could go to school but I would have to be back as soon as it finished.

I pulled a hairbrush through my hair; suddenly realising I still had an hour until school started. That was another weird thing about me. I always knew the time, almost like I had an internal clock.

I decided to get dressed up a little more; after all it was only your first day of school once.

I was finally happy with my appearance as I glanced in the mirror one last final time before I began the walk to the school that was only two blocks away.

'Hello, I'm Cammie Goode, I'm new here' I smiled at the receptionist who didn't return it but instead looked like she was fighting back a yawn.

'Oh yes, your mother Catherine Goode enrolled you right? You're new in town?' She asked as if she couldn't really care less.

'Yes' I replied.

'Right, here's a map and your timetable. Have fun' she smirked as if she knew I would hate it here.

'Thanks' I replied coldly as I glanced at the map. For some reason I found it easy to navigate around and the corridors that already felt like home to me, I had a feeling I'd always been good at navigation.

I found my locker easily and quickly shoved in my laptop that my mom had demanded I take but I was certain I wouldn't need.

'Hello' a friendly voice came from behind me and I turned on my heel quickly.

'Hi?' I questioned at a boy around my age that was standing staring at me. His mouth was hanging open.

'I… I got told to come and find you… our teacher thought you had maybe gotten lost… and… do I know you? What's your name?' He asked uneasily.

I wondered if all boys were like this and if they were all so… observing.

'I don't think you know me… I'm new here' the boy relaxed slightly as I spoke.

'Sorry, you remind me of someone I used to… know… her name was Cammie though and she had a deeper voice and a different accent… and she looked different and… yeah… you just look similar' He stammered on, clearly embarrassed by his mistake. 'Oh and I'm Josh'

'Nice to meet you Josh' I smiled. 'My name is actually Cammie… but you must be mistaken… I'm sure Cammie is a very popular name'

'Of course…' Josh replied, not looking convinced and still staring at me as if I were the last piece of the puzzle he couldn't figure out.

'So… are you taking me to class then or…' I asked politely, trying not to squirm under his stare.

'Oh, of course!' He stuttered, suddenly drawing his eyes away from me and replacing his frown with a smile.

We walked along the corridors in an uncomfortable silence, both our minds in some kind of over drive.

I would never admit it to him but it worried me how he thought he'd recognised me and guessed my name. I was sure it was a coincidence but it was odd knowing that someone might have known me in my past life. I shook my thoughts away and cleared my mind as I entered class.

'What took you so long?' An old woman huffed from behind her desk.

'I'm sorry, it took me a while to find her, she was lost' Josh lied easily.

I nodded in agreement as the woman turned to stare at me.

'I'm Miss Steer, and you are?' She asked in the manner of someone who just wants to get the introductions over with and carry on with her lesson.

'I'm Cammie' I said shyly as I noticed the whole class staring at me.

'Take a seat next to DeeDee, you'll find it hard to catch up so just listen and answer these questions when you feel ready' She passed me a sheet of paper covered with hundreds of questions and then I took my seat next to a pretty blonde girl.

'Hi, I'm DeeDee' She said excitedly, ignoring the look from Miss Steer that was a clear indicator for her to shut up.

'Cammie' I replied in a whisper as I glanced down at the paper full of questions.

DeeDee gasped. 'My friend is called that too!' She replied gleefully. 'I didn't realise it was a common name'

'Me either' I replied a little coldly, annoyed that all these people were confusing me with someone else.

Josh was sat with another boy in front of me. I didn't like the look of him.

I tried to ignore DeeDee's chatter and gave simple answers in reply to her questions as I began listening into the conversation in front of me. Thanks to DeeDee though I only heard sections of it.

'No, the Cammie we know goes to that Gallagher Academy'

'But they look similar'

'No they don't, shut up Dillan!'

I then tuned out as their conversation turned to baseball.

'And so me and Josh have been dating almost a year now and…' I sighed as DeeDee continued to drool over her boyfriend Josh.

'Woah! Cammie! How did you do that!' She suddenly blurted out much to the annoyance of Miss Steer who was in the middle of talking about the best states in America.

I glanced at DeeDee who was staring shocked at my page. I looked at it too and dropped my pen in shock which I didn't even know had been in my hand. My page had been filled in; all the questions were answered flawlessly with paragraphs of text that I didn't even know I could write. The answers were things I didn't even realise I'd known.

Miss Steer stormed over to us, obviously ready to tell DeeDee off until she noticed my page.

'Have you done this exercise before?' Miss Steer asked accusingly.

'No!' I replied quickly. It was the truth… I thought.

'Then how did you know all this? This is all advanced stuff, we shouldn't even be learning this until next year'

For some reason I had the feeling I'd learnt it years ago, the answers had come so naturally to me that it was almost like it was engraved in my brain. Almost like the questions had been easy, the kind of thing you learn in the eighth grade.

I shrugged. 'I must have seen it on the news or something' I lied.

Miss Steer was slowly recovering from the shock. 'Right, you can have an extra hard homework sheet to do for the next History class then'

She walked back to the front of the class and continued her lecture rather shakily.

DeeDee didn't talk to me anymore after that. She just seemed to stare at me much like everyone else in the class. I was thankful I had some time to think properly. I'd just filled in a whole sheet of questions I hadn't known the answer too. I'd started writing with a pen I didn't know I was holding. I had things in my mind that I didn't realise I had access too. Either this was some kind of déjà vu or I was losing my mind. I decided on the second option.