I couldn't stop thinking about that bot in the doorway. He called me Kelly, that could be me. I had definetly seen him before. His face was so familiar. It was so captivating, so, beautiful. His dark bronze skin that was almost incandecant in the moonlight, his deep, dark brown eyes, that went on forever. Those lips, those cheeks, they were mine. I wanted him to be there, next to me, and I didn''t know who he was. 'It was like the face in my dream,' I thought. Then it dawned on me. 'Hey, he was the boy in the dream!'. It was a start.
I glanced around the desolate park I was standing in. There were fliers pinned up on every, tree, lamp-post and dustbin for miles around. 'Wow,' I said to myself "they must be important.' I walked up to the nearest one, and peered at the picture. It was a girl, with bright blue eyes and a pretty smile. MISSING, said the sign, KELLY ROE. IF SPOTTED PLEASE CALL THIS NUMBER.
I sat on the grass and plucked up a daisy, pulling out the petals one by one. "Hey!" shouted a voice. I looked up. There was a large, fierce looking woman staring straight at me. She looked at the poster. Then at me. Then at the poster. Then she walked up to me and barked "What's your name?"
"I don't know." I whispered in a tiny voice.
"Are you Kelly Roe?" she asked, more gently this time.
"I don't know." I repeated.
"You don't know?" she gave me a funny look. "You mean, you don't know your own name?"
This was the last straw. "NO!" I screamed. "I don't have a clue who I am, so LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I sprung up off the grass and ran in the opposite direction. Passers-by were staring at me too. They shook their heads and carried on walking, as if I wasn't important enough to get their attention for a few seconds.