I remember that my parents were named Peter and Lydia. They were both english majors. There was a lake, I think. A place where my father went fishing. Clear blue water. Calm. I used to sit there, by the lake.
I remember liking turkey. It was something I didn't remember until Donovon came back. He mentioned how I ordered a turkey sandwhich. Funny how he knew that. But now I do. Turkey.
My last name is Johnson.
I loved The Dark Is Rising series by Susan Cooper. I liked my hair short, and had these old worn out khaki pants that I loved to death.
I remember looking at a boy, and he told me that I was amazing. I didn't believe him, and told him so. He laughed at me and quoted something. A book I think.
No, that was Poe. I don't want to remember Poe. She was a monster. She killed her coworker.
Like Caper did.
I was much more like him then I thought.
Poe was, I mean.
I liked anime. Not as much as now. I can't whistle. When I was in third grade I outwitted my terrible principle and befriended a kindly teacher.
No, that last part isn't right. Actually I think it's from Matilda.
The point is, I remember.
I remember so many things.
It's just hard not to remember Caper, how he was always kind to me though he covered it as a joke, how Eddie came every other day for a month after I became Poe, to make sure I was all right. When I found my first runner and Caper called me a genius. When Caper died. That raven's neck breaking. Caper's first Christmas present to me. Screwtape's abuse. Being with Messi. Screwtape laughing, getting his way even in death.
I can't. That isn't me. It's not me anymore.
I am Annabel.