A young girl of about 15 lies unconscious on the doorstep of a small suburban home.
Slightly overweight and of a thick build, her form slumps over the stairs and against the railing.
A large red welt on her crown appears brightly out of place next to her short dark-brown locks, the natural golden highlights shining like a halo around her head.
Her eyes open for a second- beautiful green and gold irises.
A moment later the door opens. A cry of dismay sounds through the air, and her eyes close once again.
That girl…is me; Linzy Keeper. This is part of my story.
Ow. My head hurts, an incessant pounding in my skull adding to my agony.
Groaning I slowly open my eyes.
"She's waking up!"
…definitely a male voice; my eyes rush to focus.
The blur of color hurts… I slam them shut again.
"Um, hello? Can you hear me? Are you ok?"
His voice was definitely concerned, but the most I could do was groan.
" Take it easy honey."
A woman's voice said to me.
" She's suffering from concussion, peter. She doesn't have the strength to…"
her voice faded as I slipped back into unconsciousness…
When I woke up a while later, I felt much better.
I sat up and surveyed the room around me.
Apparently I was in a small, possibly suburban home, laying on a banal kaki couch in the living room.
"Where am I?" I wondered allowed, nearly jumping out of my skin when someone answered.
" You're at our house, honey. I have never seen anyone recover from concussion so quickly."
I gulped, gazing at the white hared woman before me.
She looked vaguely familiar…
"Concussion?"
" Yes, you passed out on our door step and hit your head. Thankfully Peter was here and he helped me get you inside."
"Peter?" I repeated dumbly.
"Hey."
The teen gave a small wave, the lopsided half-grin making his square chin look even wider.
He had light brown hair parted down the middle and mischievous blue-grey eyes.
My mouth gaped as I recognized him.
'Peter parker? As in…Spider-man?!' I thought.
'This is way too weird.'
"So, what is your name?"
"My name's…uh…" I strained my brain for a second.
What was my name?
How did I remember Peter/spider if I can't remember my own… wait a second.
"My name's Linzy." I finally said, secretly appalled that I'd forgotten it in the first place.
A few moments of awkward silence passed.
" Linzy, who are your family? Where are you from?"Ms. May Parker asked gently.
" Umm…"
the older woman pulled peter aside and sighed.
" It's just as I suspected," she started as I tried to hear.
" Peter, I think she has amnesia."'
I gasped, my hand flying to my throat.
Amnesia!?
There is no way I have amnesia!
That only happens in soap operas… right?
I started to panic when I began to ask myself questions.
Where was I from?
How did I get here?
How the heck did I know about spider-man?
Wait… was I animated right now?
I have no idea where that came from… how does one know if one is animated anyway?
Ok, breathe Linzy, breathe.
One question at a time.
How did I get here in the first place?