So first of all thanks for the clerks (although there weren't that many: P)
I hope you enjoy reading it. If anything, you can write to me. Suggestions for improvement are always welcome ^^

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I opened nasty eyes and realized that I was not lying on a bed. I wasn't lying at all, I was standing. Around me there were only trees again, but it was different from the day before. I raised my head and looked at the star-filled sky. It had to be night I looked at my body and saw nothing of the things I had been wearing the night before. Instead, I wore a simple long, white dress and the long chain with the large pendant that I had already been wearing. That confused me, but then I was frightened.
"Find her! You mustn't escape!" Shouted several people behind me. I turned and saw a group of men and women running towards me. They didn't seem to pay any attention to me and just kept running. I jumped to the side, frightened, and made room for them to run through. The people wore normal clothes, had no weapons, so there was nothing special about them. Still, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I shouldn't be here, that I should run away. Suddenly someone came cautiously out of the bushes behind me. I tried to ask her something:
"Excuse me, could you help me ..." I started, but the woman didn't even look at me. She didn't even seem to hear what I was saying. I decided to wait and see what she would do next. The woman had auburn hair and gray eyes. Her skin wasnâ € ™ t exactly tanned, but it wasnâ € ™ t pale either. She was wearing normal trousers and a jacket.
"Desiree!" I suddenly heard a man shouting, who was also coming out of the bushes. The man was very tall and had broad shoulders, which made him seem very strong. Because of his short, black hair and his brown eyes, he didn't really attract attention. There was nothing special about his clothes either. The woman, Desiree, fell on his neck with tears.
"Did you take her away?" She asked worried.
"Yes, Takara is safe," he said in a very deep voice.
Takara is safe ... those words echoed through my head, over and over again. Why, I thought, why? Was my name takara? Was that a dream that wanted to show me something? What does that mean? Everything was spinning in my head.
I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again.
"Are you okay?" Asked a familiar voice.
"Kyle!" I yelled and was suddenly awake again.
“You screamed, I came to see what was going on!” He smiled at me.
“W-What time is it?” I sat upright on the bed and yawned.“About seven o'clock.” He sat on the bed.
"Where's Lucyanna?"
"Ann didn't notice your screams." He smiled at me again. It was getting really annoying. I tried to change the subject.
"Do you actually live here alone?"
"No, we live with our dad. He's an auto mechanic and he loves his job. Sometimes even more than us!" He laughed. "He sometimes stays in the shop overnight if there's an important job or something. You have to know, he's the only mechanic within 100 miles." Strike walked into the room and jumped on the bed. He snuggled up against me happily. Kyle stroked his fur.
“And where is your mother?” That question puzzled Kyle. He hesitated a little and then gave an answer.
"She's ... eh ... gone. And definitely not coming back anytime soon." He crumpled the blanket with his hand as if trying to push the thought away. He finally left the room furious. "You should get some more sleep," he said without looking at me.
I sat there a little longer and let my eyes drift over my old clothes. There was a note in my old, dirty jeans. I reached out my hand and took out the note. I hadn't noticed it the night before. I folded the apart. In clean, old letters it said: "Happy 15th birthday, Takara!". The thought hit me like lightning. I jumped off the bed like a gun, startling Strike.
"Takara ... T-That's my name!" I exclaimed in surprise. I jumped off the bed and stormed down to the kitchen. Kyle was making himself a bowl of corn flakes.
"My name!" I shouted, whereupon Kyle was startled and when he jerked around threw the packet of cornflakes on the floor.
"What's going on?" He shouted, breathing easily, startled. I said softly:
“II know my name.” Kyle took hold of his heart.
"Well, I hope this doesn't scare me as much as your performance." I smiled and helped him collect all the cornflakes from the floor. He returned my smile.
"So what should I call you from now on?" He asked me.
"Takara."
"Ta-ka-ra." he repeated like a model student. "I like it."
“Did fire break out?” Lucyanna appeared behind me. She yawned generously, probably the result of last night.
“No, no, don't worry.” Kyle smiled. “Takara just scared me a little.” He winked at me and put you pack on the table.
"Who?"
"I." I said squeaky.
“Nice to know.” She grabbed a chair and sat on it. "When did you think of your name?"
"Tonight."
"Or a few minutes ago," Kyle corrected me.
"I'm going to get changed.", Lucyanna said and strutted almost silently up the stairs.
"Do you want to freshen up too?" Kyle asked me.
"I survive."
"You are much more relaxed today than you were yesterday.""Well ..."
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really."
“Okay, then later.” Kyle took my hand and pulled me into the living room behind him. He set me down on the sofa, grabbed the remote control, and plopped down next to me. The front door opened behind me.
"Ann, Kyle, I'm home!" Called a deep male voice.
"Hello Dad!" Kyle called, turning around. I sat petrified.
"Where's Ann?"
"Up in the bathroom."
“So you have to be someone else.” My heart stopped. Did he already know about yesterday? And if not, would he kick me out? So many questions, but I didn't want to know the answers. Heavy steps went around the sofa and stopped in front of me. I looked up. The broad-shouldered man held out his hand to me.
“Call me Jake.” He smiled at me with the same smile at Kyle. Now I knew where he got it from. I squeezed his hand. Next to him I must have looked like a 10 year old kid. "And how should i call you?"
"Takara." There was my squeaky voice again.
“Kyle, can I speak to you for a minute?” Kyle stood, followed Jake up the stairs, and left me alone.
“So you've already met Dad.” Lucyanna, or rather Ann, as they all called, sat next to me and smiled at me. Her hair was soaking wet and the water dripped onto the towel that she had placed over her shoulders.
"Uhm yes."
“Don't worry, he already knows everything.” She put an arm around my shoulder.
“Can I ask you something?” I sounded more concerned than I wanted to and Ann seemed to notice.
"Sure, go ahead." She moved a little closer to me.
“You know that I can't remember my past anymore.” I hesitated. "Don't you guys have to drop me off for amnesia or something?"
I realized that I was making Ann wonder.
"So ... you are right in a way, but if we were to take you ... you have to understand, you are not an adult. They would just put you in a children's home right away and that's it. And children's home is sometimes worse than prison, so ... we decided, we'll keep you here and look out for your parents a bit. They can't be far from here. Besides, Kyle said that your memories would be restored after a while. "
"How does Kyle want to know when my memories will come back?" Ann looked startled. I thought she had given more than she wanted to. She quickly recovered.
"You will find out soon enough."
Jake and Kyle came back down. They sat on the armchairs and Jake started talking.
"Well, Takara, the three of us have decided that we will keep you here, you already know that. Your training may be jeopardized in the slightest way." The speech sounded memorized. "I'm guessing you're in Kyle's age group, around 15 years old.I already signed you up at school, Kyle will show you everything exactly. In the next few weeks are you okay with a friend to visit? "I nodded." Well, that would be all. "He got up with a deep sigh and went up the stairs." I'm going to sleep in. Kyle, take Takara out and show her around. "Jake was gone.
Kyle held out his hand and pulled me toward the door. Ann quickly gave me a pair of shoes that I felt reasonably comfortable in and the three of us went out. No, Ann stayed home, Strike ran after us.
Kyle slowly pulled me along the road and Strike ran numerous laps around us. I broke the silence.
"Your father must have already cleared everything up with the school."
"Yes." The answer didn't exactly lead to a conversation.
“And what grade do you go to?” I didn't give up that easily.
"In the 9th" He didn't even look at me.
“Oh.” I gave up and stared at the floor.
"You were hoping that I would start a conversation with you, weren't you?" I looked at him and noticed how he was literally beaming. My look said it all. "What would you like to talk about?"
“I don't know.” I looked at my hand and found that he was still holding it. It wasn't uncomfortable, but he let go of her anyway. Then a question occurred to me. "Ann said that you said that my memories would come back after a while. How do you know that for sure?" Again I puzzled him and finally got a short answer:
"Pure intuition."
"Understand." I lied because I still didn't understand. How did he want to know when my memories would come back?
We didn't walk for long, because when it got a little darker, I noticed that clouds were gathering. Kyle must have noticed that too and turned around, grabbed my hand again, and went back into the house.
"It's going to start raining in a minute. I'll show you around later. We have to go back to the house." He practically ran and I stumbled after him. When we got back to the house, he pushed me in and called Strike, who immediately ran into the house behind me.
The evening passed calmly and I was allowed to