[ WP ] A close friend gets injured into a car crash and falls into a coma . The next Monday at school , a new person approaches you . This person acts like your close friend in every conceivable way , right down to the mannerisms and obscure memories that only you shared with him/her . What 's going on ?

`` We still do n't know if he'll make it. He's been in a coma since the accident.'' 
 
 Ever since my best friend Harry got into a car crash, I had been what the doctor might say. Harry had been my best friend since three years ago, and we had always done things together. But this past weekend, a drunk drive struck him on the way back from Pastures, the small, family-owned market across the street from our school. 
 
 `` How long will he be in this coma?'' 
 
 `` Indefinitely. Until we can find a way to restore his consciousness, he may be stuck in this state forever.'' 
 
 A tear dripped down the side of my face. 
 
 *** 
 
 The over the rest of the weekend, I did n't find much amusement in what I had normally liked doing. I did n't feel like answering writing prompts online or hanging out at Sky High with my friends. I did n't want to eat, and I stayed in bed all day. On Monday, I forced myself to get out of bed, with 5 minutes left to get out of the house, threw on first first clothes I saw, and dragged myself to school. I arrived at school seconds before the bell rang, entering the class with another student I had never seen before. The teacher began taking attendance. 
 
 `` Marx, Christian'' 
 
 `` Present'' 
 
 `` Patil, Sean-Paul'' 
 
 `` Present'' 
 
 `` Pascal, Margaretta'' 
 
 I had never heard this name before, and judging by the expressions as I glanced around the room, neither had anybody else. A high pitched voice from Harry's old seat behind me answered, `` Present''. *Hmm... A new student? This far into the semester? * 
 
 As if to answer my question, my teacher said, `` It appears we have a new student in our class. This is Margaretta Paschal. Margaretta, can you present yourself to the class?'' 
 
 The same high pitched voice that had answered `` present'' a while ago spoke again. `` Umm...'' I noticed her eyes glance at me for a moment, and I took a closer look into hers. *Hazel eyes, long brown hair, plump breasts. Damn. But she's probably out of my league* She began to address the class: `` I'm Margaretta, you can call me Margaret, I just transferred to this school and hope to make a lot of new friends'' 
 
 Margaret took her seat behind me. She passed me a note, which read: `` You seem familiar''. The note seemed to give me déjà vu. It was as if I had already seen it before. Then I noticed that it seemed to be in Harry's writing. 
 
 `` Do you know anybody named Harry?'' 
 
 `` Who?'' 
 
 `` Nevermind. So you're new here?'' 
 
 `` Yup. I honestly do n't remember what my old school was like, though. I'm already getting a little paranoid that something's up with me.'' 
 
 `` You look like you're alright'' 
 
 She blushed just as the bell rang to end the class for lunch. `` Hey, I do n't really know anybody here, so do you mind if I sit with you at lunch?'' 
 
 `` Sure.'' *She definitely reminds me of Harry. Harry had paranoia. Harry also passed notes in class. What's going on? * 
 
 *** 
 
 `` Are you sure you do n't know anybody named Harry?'' 
 
 `` For the last time! I do n't even know who Harry might be!'' Margaret answered, slightly annoyed, but with a faint smile on her lips. `` You know, there's this feeling in the back of my head, like I know you from some where'' She bit her lips. *Just like Harry... * `` Maybe we went to school together at one point?'' 
 
 `` Hmm. Sure'' I answered. 
 
 `` Really? Maybe that explains why I seem to know you!'' 
 
 `` What? Oh, no. I do n't think I ever went to school with you'' 
 
 `` Oh.'' Her face fell. 
 
 *Just like Harry, * I thought. Maybe this is n't too bad. I know what Harry likes, what he does n't like. I might try something later on as an experiment. 
 
 *** 
 
 `` I'm going to get some starbucks right now. Do you want anything?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. Can I have a-'' 
 
 `` A caramel iced coffee with extra cream and cinnamon?'' 
 
 `` How did you know? And you'll get a strawberry acai refresher?'' 
 
 `` Just a guess,'' I responded. `` And how did you know what I was going to get?'' She shrugged her shoulders at me. Harry had also ordered a caramel iced coffee with extra cream and cinnamon. It was out thing to know each other's drinks. That confirmed it for me. Whoever this was somehow was exactly like Harry. 
 
 
 From that moment on, I used Harry's likes and dislikes that I knew about in order to get Margaretta to like more more, and eventually asked her out. To this day, I have never revealed how I did it, and I have n't explored what caused Margaretta to be `` connected'' to Harry. Harry died a month after he had originally gotten into the accident, and at the same time, that was when Margaretta confessed that she liked me too. But my mom got into a car crash this morning, and our baby daughter was born last night. She has the same name as my mother...
