"I'm shipping you both to boarding school."
Those seven words changed Debbie's life forever.
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Amnesia is defined as loss of past memories due to a traumatic experience.
Debbie is sent to a hostel she's previously gone to but with no recollectio...
School uniform at the top^^ (aesthetic made my moi)
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"Why do they make us wear this?" I groaned, adjusting the navy blue with red stripes tie on my collar. After another failed attempt at trying to knot the godforsaken thing, I flung it on my bed in frustration.
"Here." Michie grabbed the tie and swiftly knotted it to perfection. Shocked, my gaping mouth hung open as she handed it back to me. "Let me help you with that."
"How?" Came my immediate response. Hanging it on my neck once more, I adjusted it until it fit snuggly around the collar of my cream colored shirt.
"When you've been here for as long as I have, knotting ties is like a second nature." She shrugged, her own tie hanging loosely around her neck, the first two buttons of her shirt popped open to show some of her fairly toned skin.
Unfortunately, the school also made us wear navy blue skirts. Something about uniforms giving orderliness or some rubbish like that.
Her skirt barely reached her thighs, giving little room to the imagination and she wore black 2 inch heels that seemed to bring more attention to her long, toned legs. All in all, she looked hot.
I matched my quarter length navy blue skirt with long knee length socks and put on my black leather shoes. "You ready to go?" She questioned, using a scrunchy to pack her straight hair into a high pony tail.
I glanced at the bathroom mirror, thankfully each dorm room had their own mini bathrooms consisting of a toilet, a sink and a shower. It was small yet convenient.
Loose curls hung from my messy bun, but it seemed to compliment my heart shaped face well. Licking my pouty lips for moisture, I stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed my navy blue blazer that hung off my study chair.
With that we both exited the room, looking prim and proper as we followed other anxious girls out the door. The once vacant field occupied by different students, sitting on the wooden benches, eating and catching up.
We made our way to the cafeteria, the line thankfully concise and in a few minutes my plate was served with scrambled eggs, french toast and baked beans, a glass of orange juice placed neatly beside it.
Michie had gone with a much healthier breakfast consisting of only fruit condiments and plain yogurt. Sitting on the centre table again, we dug into our food. "Mind if I sit with you guys?" Jaycee asked, her voice more bubbly and chirpy.
Her blazer was too big on her petite figure, seeming to drown her in it. Nodding, I smiled as she set her tray down next to mine, displaying wheat bread with an ample supply of scrambled egg, accompanied by a mug of hot chocolate.
Michie barely acknowledged her, her eyes too busy skimming through her phone and I had to clear my throat blatantly in order to catch her attention. Like a deer caught in the headlights she looked up, then saw Jaycee and smiled softly. "Hey."
