Larissa's Book of Randomness

To see the Future

A story I saw on pintrest so I figured I'd write my own

I found out at a young age I could contact futer people. It started with a journal I had to do for an assessment when I was 7. I had written about my day and left the question, Today was fun, wat will hapen tomorro? And when I opened up my journal the next morning someone had written a reply.

You will have a good day, mom made pasta

My first thought, "Pasta! I love pasta!" Then I realized, "who wrote that? How do they know?" I wrote it down, closed the notebook, and headed downstairs to ask my mum what we were going to eat.

It turns out the book was right, and when I got home from school, the notebook told me it was a futer version of myself. It also told me I sucked at spelling, and if I didn't start practicing I wouldn't be able to get into the Spelling Bee.

After that day, I got better at spelling first off, and I talked to myself a lot more. Keeping a journal, and waking up to my questions being answered.

When I was 12, I got my first phone. Soon after that, I got my first text message from myself.

Me: <Don't ask for Holly's number>

Holly was my crush at the time, she was the prettiest girl in my grade, and we shared a math class. It turns out Holly had a boyfriend, and if I had asked for her number he most definitely would have beaten me up. Middle school dudes are scary.

I would ask myself silly questions. Will I get a girlfriend, is she pretty, do I pass algebra. The answer to the first two are no, but I passed algebra!

Moving into highschool I realized why I didn't get a girlfriend, I didn't really like girls...at all. Sure they were pretty, but I'd rather date a guy. When I made the realization, I got a text.

Me: <fricken finally mate, only been dropping hints since forever>

So futer me has an attitude. Great. Futer me told me to study abroad, as soon as I could I did. Best decision of my life. I went to so many cool places, I designed software for big companies all over the globe. I met a really cute Brazilian dude freshman year of college, and we dated for a while, but eventually had to split because long distance didn't work out.

Eventually I settled in the UK, I chose Brighton for its stunning view, and future me spoke highly of the people there. I had a small flat, three bedroom two bath. I had the master bedroom and the smallest bedroom was my office. Future me told me the get the three rooms, so I figured I'd eventually have a family. Here in Brighton is where my adventures really began.

I had been taking the day off of work, I had royalties and such from the software being used everywhere so I could afford it. There was a knock on the door, sighing I stand up, but my phone blings. Reading it, I'm confused.

Me: <Don't answer it.>

I set my phone aside, walking over to the door and looking through the peephole. There stool a little girl, 5 or 6, gentle curls in her black hair, dark freckles on her olive skin, but bright, fiery amber eyes. Another sigh, I open the door. Other young girls I hadn't noticed before flinch or squeak when I open the door

"Hello," I smile, a red headed girl burst into tears.

"Sorry," the woman with them sends an apologetic smile, picking the redhead up and placing her on her hip. "You're our first stop, so some of the girls are a little timid."

"Oh," I laugh, "are you guy's girl scouts?"

She let's out an airy chuckle, "no, we're the girls orphanage. We don't always have enough supplies so we're out taking donations and selling cookies."