I found my parents again. I had a really tough time trying to tell them what had happened to me for a year. I told them that I had been kidnapped, escaped, and ran away to another city, and that my kidnapper had committed suicide. And they believed me. Telling them the truth would just get me locked away in an asylum.
My old school let me back in, but I have to repeat my junior year. I used the same story with my guidance counselor as I did with my parents. Still worked. I have all of my old classes: Analysis of Functions, Chemistry, Programming, English III, Spanish III, Outdoor Ed, and I've been forced into an Intensive Reading class because of my "absence".
All of my old friends still remember me. Reuniting with my old friends Mike, Kyle, and Dana was wonderful, using the same story on them. I felt bad about lying to them, but I don't want them getting sucked into my screwy ordeal. We hung out at lunch, caught up on each others' lives, and we all went in Mike's car down to this shopping center called the Pavilion after school. We messed around in various stores, got kicked out of one of them by a cop, and bought a rug for no reason whatsoever. It actually fits quite nicely in my room. It has two dragons of different colors on it shooting fire at each other: one was red and the other was blue.
But the entire time we were at the Pavilion, I felt this... very uneasy presence. At a lot of moments.
But all in all, I'm loving this new start to my life.
Oh yeah, and this was waiting for me on my desk when I got home. I'm guessing this isn't quite over yet.
