"What the fuck do you mean 'who are you'? I'm Trevor. You know, one of your best friends since ... forever. What the hell is wrong with you? Did you bump your head or something?"
Maybe that was it. Maybe Jennifer bumped her head and had amnesia. But if that were so, then why did she think she was someone else? Didn't having amnesia mean that you had no memories at all? Not someone else's?
She cringed at the thought of having amnesia, if that's what she had. She was never ever interested in the Goth crowd. She didn't hate them, but she definitely felt disturbed by them and thus kept her distance. But if she was supposed to be this way ...
"Maybe I should go see the school nurse," Jennifer said.
"Or a fucking shrink," Trevor said.
