Jonas shake his head, telling me that he is not lying. I then tilted my head to remember everything but no one comes in even a single thing.
"You must be mistaken, Jonas." I said. How come? I was always lock before and I do not have the time to play nor talk with other kids. I was only eight years old when our father took reality away from us, and I don't remember having a good childhood because there are no memories worth to remember after all.
"We were on our fifth grade before and you even told me about Madison and on how you are happy about having a sister." Jonas explained more. "I was actually a wallflower before, not until you came and asked me if I am okay. You had two bags with you that day because Madi was such a brat even before today."
I gasped. How did he know about that
