Fanon:The Lost Boy

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The Lost Boy
Name	The Lost Boy
Genre	Drama/Thriller
Created by	AsherEire
Rating	PG
Number of Chapters	TBA
Production
Original Run	30 August - TBA
Status	In production
Chronology
Preceded by:	Fanon:A Concluded Tale
Succeeded by:	TBA
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The Lost Boy is a drama/thriller written by a user who can't go a day without writing. If follows the journey of a teen who wakes up after a tragic incident and can't remember anything.

Chapter 1: "Who Am I?"

My neck is killing me. I wake up and I find myself in a wrecked car. Two people are in front, one passenger, one driver. They're dead. They both have red hair and green eyes, like me. I wonder who there were. Maybe they were related to me. I can see in the rear-view mirror I have thick red hair and green eyes, like them. Maybe they were my parents?

I managed to crawl out of the wreckage. We fell into a ditch. I have a stinging cut across my forehead. There's a sign across the road. It says "Welcome to Riverblossom Hills". I have no idea where I am.

Hm... wait a second, I think I remembering my name... my name... is... is...

... my name is... Daniel.

Chapter 2: "What Do I Do Now?"

Daniel, my name is Daniel. Or Danny. I can't think of the rest of my name. I was in a car, so we were trying to go somewhere, but I can't remember our destination.

I think I'm around 15, and I'm an orphan...

I give up. I may as well walk down that long road since the car is pointing in that direction. I start walking, in the hope I can figure out who I am.

I've been walking all day, and the sun is going down. Somehow, I've started walking down a barren road, which is very desert-like. Aw, don't tell me I've wandered into a desert.

I know I'm not from around here. I can speak two languages. I can speak English... and another language... but I can't remember what that one was called.

I'm not American. I was born and raised there, but my parents are from elsewhere. It probably explains why I'm bilingual and can read the road signs. If only I could remember what that language was, I could be able to figure out where I am!