A Handfull;;Briar

[Riley Pearson]

It was around six and Riyann just left not too long ago for the job she took at the Ministry, leaving me alone with the girls. The two girls who look exactly the same and who still think I remember who they are. I was actually surprised that they never noticed I didn't remember them. I guess I acted more like myself than I knew I did... which I guess was something that shouldn't be as surprising. I didn't know anymore, I still couldn't remember a thing, except for what I already learned or was recently told within the last few weeks and it was getting annoying. I was still remembering certain things at random times, but other than that there wasn't much progress.

The girls were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting happily as they ate their spaghetti and brocolli, glad that it wasn't the usual meal of macoroni and cheese that Riyann had been feeding them everyday for past few months. So happy about it that they had no problem eating the brocolli, which I was happy about. But before I gave them food they had me running all over the place with them. I found that it was very hard to say no to that face and I realised why Riyann said I was going to have quite a time with them. It hadn't been that long and I had become pretty tired, eventually telling them that they should just go play, which gave me time to get some dinner done and do some laundry. Which I found to be sort of tricky. I tried to follow the directions she gave me but I was still having a hard time.

I collasped on the couch glancing over the girls as they ate their dinner. I smiled a little bit, wishing I could remember them, but it just wasn't working yet. Everyday that seemed to pass I felt worse and worse about if I was going to get my memory back. I wanted it back so bad and it was all I wanted right now. It was starting to get depressing... and tiring.

[Briar Holmes]

Things usually travel quickly around the Crescent family, but Alex and Briar were always the last to hear it. Unless she heard it from Shelby, but she hadn't talked to Shelby in a while. She bit her bottom lip and looked at the house infront of her. She felt bad for not visiting sooner. She hadn't heard many details, only that he was hit by a muggle car. She walked slowly to the door and ran a hand through her hair before knocking on it a couple of times.

She was afraid of the condition he may be in. What if he has a broken leg, a broken arm, and a bandage around his head from hitting it way hard? That would completely freak her out. Trying to shake the image out of her brain, she stuck her hands into the pockets of her jeans and rocked on her heels. Her mind was on edge of what happened to her friend.

[Riley Pearson]

A moment or two after I sat down I heard a knock on the door and sighed slightly, wondering who it could be. That was the first time I'd sat down all day and I comtemplated just ignoring it. Though the thought didn't last long since Ella got up saying she'd get the door. And no way was I going to let her do that. I shook my head a little bit. "It's okay Ella.. I got it." I said with a small smile to her, as she nodded her head and went to sit back down at the table with Charlotte as I made my way over to the door.
I opened it and saw a woman outside of it, wondering who she was, or if I even knew her. I looked okay as of right now. It'd been a while since the accident and I didn't need the neck brace anymore since they healed it and it seemed to be okay. The only thing about me know what that I probably looked tired... and that I coudln't remember anything.
"Can I help you?" I asked standing by the open door.