I was hoping that her saying the name would jog my memory somehow, help me realize who I was and figure out what kind of situation I was in, but I had no such luck. Amanda? That didn't sound right at all. At least I did get some specific information about my age and what I was supposed to be doing.
Though 10? That couldn't be right... I was turning only 10, I was a child
"Amanda?" I repeated my name back, making sure I heard it right.
"Yes, Amanda," the voice said sweetly, "Now get dressed, you've got a new dress for your birthday..."
"Oh, right," I said. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired." some of this was coming back to me... but it still didn't seem right
My vision started returning and I found myself in a hallway, blond bangs hung slightly over my eyes, I looked up at the woman speaking to me, realizing I was short... like the height of a 10 year old, which corroborated her story. my outfit as well, a simple dress hung on my tiny body.
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