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are going to see a
band,” I said. 
    He nodded, “sounds like fun, anyone else going?” 
    I was just about to answer when Emin butted in.
 “Actually Dad, Zeke and I thought we might go too.  Since it is
Hayl’s first time at the Sweat Room, we’ve got some friends who will be there
anyway.” 
    “What?” I exclaimed.  “You never said anything
about that to me last night.  I don’t need baby sitters you know.” 
    “We won’t bother you Hayl’s.  I just thought as your
older brother I should be around though, just in case you do need me, not that
I think you will,” Emin said sounding so caring.
    “Sounds good to me too Hayl’s,” Dad chimed in. 
    They weren’t fooling me though; I know who instigated
this – Zeke.  He was the one interrogating me last night, even though Emin
was okay when I told him what I was doing.  And didn’t he say ‘ We’ll
see’ after I told him Emin didn’t care about my plans?  No, my bet is
he suggested this interference just to annoy me.  I let him know it too as
I stared at him across the breakfast table where he sat eating his toast. 
He said nothing, just smiled that winning smile and kept eating. 
    “Well I suppose you may as well make yourselves useful
and take me there too – at least it will save me a bus trip,” I complain. 
    “What time are you meeting your boyfriend?” Emin asked
innocently. 
    Now I knew with certainty that it was Zeke who is
messing with me. 
    “Eight o’clock and – He. Is. Not. My. Boyfriend.” I
said as I grabbed the last bit of toast before Zeke could, and then stormed
back to my room.  I threw on some clothes and headed to the basement
before I had to speak to any of them again. 
    My father had converted the basement into a lab a few
years before I was born, so he could spend more time at home with my
mother.  Now it’s mostly full of my research.  It was the perfect
place to escape today, no one would bother me here.
    I went over my last few journal entries.  The
research I am doing here at home is purely my own, not for school or my classes
at the University.  I suppose I am trying to find out whether I'm as smart
as everyone tells me.  My father tells me not to put pressure on myself,
and that at my age; he would have been struggling with the findings I have
already made. 
    My research subject is the human mind, or to be more
specific, the section of the brain involved with our memories.  I chose
this subject because three of my four grandparents had already passed away
before I was born and the one left, Mimi, my mother’s mother, developed
dementia when I was about seven.  She passed away not recognizing any of
us by the time I was ten.
    Even though my relationship with my mother has been
strained over the years, it was torture to watch her take care of Mimi when she
had no idea who she was.  Mimi would often scream at us because she was
scared when we came to see her, and if the nurses couldn’t calm her down we
often had to leave.  I could see what this was doing to my family but
especially my mum.  She was a nurse when she met my father, so she
understood what was happening, but it made it no easier to deal with. 
    So this is how my research began, and who knows if I
will achieve anything significant.  Although I suppose I already have, not
that I have told anyone, not even my father or Tyler.  It would only be
more unnecessary attention, and I would like to finish it on my own before I
show the world.  But a few months ago I was able to restimulate dead brain
cells - just not permanently.  And I have also been able access areas of the
brain where certain memories are stored.  But, like I said, nothing that
would restore a person’s memory permanently – not yet anyway.
    I had truly lost track of the time when my mobile rang
- it was Tyler. 
    “Hey Tyler, what’s up?” I said as I typed today’s
results into the computer. 
    “Just checking you haven’t forgotten our date.