'"Remember me." was the last thing my mother said. "Please remember who I used to be, not what people will make me out to be."

"I promise." was my response, right before the car was hit head on by a drunk driver.'

I sighed and put my pencil down. I was back in school, with all my memory back. I was having to write an essay over how my break was, since the whole time I had memory loss, school was out for the summer. Yeah. I know. I got my memory back over the time span of three months. Pretty quick.

'When you ask me how my summer was, and then take a look at my broken arm and upset face, you can pretty much guess something bad must of happened.

My name is Rose Katelyn Smith, and this is what happened to me over the break.

I was in Florida for about a week before coming back to LA. My brother, who I live with right now, had taken us both down to see our parents. While there, a car hit the one I was in with my parents. I was ejected from the car, and landed on my arm. I must of hit my head really bad, since I lost all memory of my life before the accident. Both my parents died that day, and the last thing before I fell unconscious that I remembered was my brother taking me in his arms and promising that I would be ok.

I woke up later in the hospital with only my name, the crash, and a boy in my memory. The boy had black hair, brown eyes, and dimples. I couldn't remember his name, only what he looked like.

My arm ended up being broken, and a couple of my ribs. My brother, Nate is his name, came into my room a couple of days after the crash. I didn't remember him, but he told me that our parents were dead. I didn't remember them, but I hurt badly for Nate, since he was crying that day.

Three days after I was released from the hospital, my parents funeral took place. I was remembering more at that point, and during the funeral, I remembered what had happened before the crash.

I came back to LA, where I remembered more that I did in Florida. But my parents were still dead, and I still was injured.

Once I had remembered everything, school was coming around again. I had to come back to school and not tell anyone about my loss of memory over the summer. Then we were told to do this assignment, which sucks, since now you, my teacher, will know why I have a broken arm and pained expression.

But that's what happened to me over the summer, and I am telling the truth.'

I placed my pencil to the side once again just as Nate came into my room.

"Almost done with your homework?" he asked. I nodded and handed him the paper. "Woah. I didn't realize that you would have to write an essay..."

"Look at the topic." I stated. I had written the topic on the top.

"My Summer Vacation... you wrote what happened over the summer?"

"I'm not going to lie or pretend that my summer was amazing. Because everyone could see the pain on my face when they asked. When we were given this topic, I almost cried in the middle of class. So you can understand why I didn't write it until now." I explained.

"Rose..." Nate sighed, hugging me. "We're going to get through this. Together. You know that." I nodded into his chest. "Now how about we go get some dinner?"

"Sure." I smiled. Nate pulled away and walked out. I sighed, put the essay down on my desk, and then turned off the light as I walked out of the room.

"Hurry up Rose! I have something to show you!" Nate shouted.

"Coming!" I yelled as I ran down the stairs.