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The wind howled like a pack of wolves. I could feel the back of my neck tingling. She was coming. I didn't have much more time. I took a deep breath. I didn't want this life, I never wanted anything but a happy life, and I don't have it. I wanted to do this, this was my choice, nobody needed me. They wouldn't miss me at school either. But how could I do that to my parents? My dear loving parents who would sacrifice their week's meal just to keep me happy. But not anymore, they wouldn't have anybody to sacrifice anything to.
"They don't need you." said a little voice in my head. I didn't think, I just jumped. the last thing I remember is feeling the wind breeze through my hair as I jumped off the Empire State Building.

"Honey! Are you awake?" asked a very female voice.
"What? Huh? Who are you?" I asked groggily. My head was wrapped up in bandages, I had a neon green cast on my arm, an unknown asian woman was hovering over me. "Who are you?" I asked.
"Honey, you have a concussion, I'm your mom." she sighed.
"And I'm you dad." said a tall man coming in to the door. "The doctor said this would happen, he doesn't even remember us from the commercials." he seemed to joke.
"Who are you?" I repeated, hoping to get some names other than mom and dad, because they looked nothing like my parents, who are on the streets, begging for food.
"We're Mark Zuckerburg and Priscilla Chan. We adopted you last year, remember? You got into an accident with a taxi driver, but don't you worry, we will get to the bottom of this, what you need is rest. Okay?" said my dad, apparently, sitting me back down.
"Uh yeah, whatever, thank you, but I need to find my family." I muttered, getting out of bed, receiving a painful tube tugging at my head.
"Honey, we are your family, don't worry, your memory will come back soon. We just have to give you a brief overview of your past, and your memory should slowly come back." said Priscilla professionally.
"So we adopted your from Little Orphans Orphanage when you were ten, and then you got tested and they said you were a natural genius genetically so we sent you to Little Scientist Camp where you now own a million dollar website." explained Mark proudly. Of course none of this could have happened to me, but as he said it, it seemed like memories, of me, but not really me, were flowing back inside my body, and I had the impulse to jump in at parts where he didn't remember certain details.
"Actually it was Little Genius Camp." I answered, tempted to add the word Dad at the end of that sentence. Luckily, I caught myself just in time.