"You have anterograde amnesia." It's what she'd written down in her journal at the top of a fresh page. The note was time stamped 12:15pm, 4/9.
"This sucks every type of ass. 12:17pm." Appeared immediately beneath that. The notes continued like that, filling the page. One or two sentences describing a thought worth remembering or an important name followed by a time stamp.
Nia doesn't remember writing any of that, but there it was. And here she is. In the atrium. Quarantined (12:01pm, on the previous page). She knows that any minute things might slip away from her again, so she doesn't want to waste any time being pissed about it. Maybe she can trick herself into not forgetting by doing a continuous repetitive action. She looks around for some sort of distraction and spots a ping pong table across the room. Okay. Let's do this.
She makes it to the table without forgetting anything and picks up two paddles. Looking around for a playing partner, she spots a young man who seems very familiar. Ebonhide. Prefect. Junior. Her co-prefect. Shit, what is his name?
"Hey, uh," Nia points at him and starts snapping her finger, "Hey, Charlie. Chrysanthos. Chase. Carlton. Hey."
He's not looking. She raises her voice a little. "Hey, sad boy with the nice hair. Come play ping pong with me... please."
Nia & Casper & Ping Pong
"This sucks every type of ass. 12:17pm." Appeared immediately beneath that. The notes continued like that, filling the page. One or two sentences describing a thought worth remembering or an important name followed by a time stamp.
Nia doesn't remember writing any of that, but there it was. And here she is. In the atrium. Quarantined (12:01pm, on the previous page). She knows that any minute things might slip away from her again, so she doesn't want to waste any time being pissed about it. Maybe she can trick herself into not forgetting by doing a continuous repetitive action. She looks around for some sort of distraction and spots a ping pong table across the room. Okay. Let's do this.
She makes it to the table without forgetting anything and picks up two paddles. Looking around for a playing partner, she spots a young man who seems very familiar. Ebonhide. Prefect. Junior. Her co-prefect. Shit, what is his name?
"Hey, uh," Nia points at him and starts snapping her finger, "Hey, Charlie. Chrysanthos. Chase. Carlton. Hey."
He's not looking. She raises her voice a little. "Hey, sad boy with the nice hair. Come play ping pong with me... please."