Amnesia Cured My Mean Girl Syndrome

Summary

Here’s the thing about amnesia: it really messes with your perspective.

Apparently, before the accident, I was the resident mean girl. A real piece of work.

I found out via group text. I sent out a blast to my contacts: 【Hey guys, super awkward, but I have amnesia. Who are you again...?】

My phone immediately started blowing up.

First, from my childhood best friend, the brooding, untouchable type I apparently used to torment:

【Is this some twisted new game? I left dinner outside your apartment door. Just eat it, okay?】