"it's more than a feeling of deja vu. things are repeating. but this time ... i know how to stop them."
[ sequel to THE MANDELA EFFECT ]
au
ft. jason patric, the corey's, etc
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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 9th 1987
the sound of my door suddenly opening jolts me awake and a loud gasp leaves my mouth.
"brandy- kennedy, sorry." my aunt maggie shakes her head in the doorway.
i groan, pulling the covers up over my head.
"that's gonna take some getting used to."
"it's okay." i mumble tiredly, "take your time."
"you need to get ready for school."
"school?" i ask, peaking over my blanket.
"yes," she pulls the blinds up on my window making the sunlight shine through, "you're seventeen. you go to school."
"if i dropped out would you disown me?"
aunt maggie sends me a death glare before removing herself from my room and closing the door on me.
"i take that as a yes." i mumble to myself.
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"hey, kennedy!" a voice floods my ears as i make my way through the school hallways, "sick fuckin' trick dude! faking your death and then coming back in that explosion in santa monica!"
i let out a sigh.
it's bobby scott, the senior who was in my physics class over the summer who showed a real interest in time travel if it meant he'd score the winning touch down again and again.
"glad to see you're still here. summer school didn't go over too well for you?" i ask, clutching my textbook closer to my chest.
"nah, it never does." he lets out a throaty laugh.
this is now bobby's third year of 12th grade. he's at least 20 years old by now and really doesn't look like he belongs here with a full beard and everything.
"hey, have you seen jake?"
"jake?" bobby scrunches his eyebrows together.
"jake mcdonald, he's in ballet, we had class with him-"
"oh, jake!" he exclaims, "no, i haven't seen him all school year actually."
"oh." i mumble.
that's weird.
"well thanks anyway, bobby. i'll see your around!" i excuse myself from the conversation so i can head into the main office.
my name was called over the loudspeakers to come here just a few minutes ago. i have a feeling they want to talk to me about my undeclared leave of absence and i'm sure, failing grades.
i push open the wooden door. there's three ladies behind the half circle desk clicking away on their computers. they're all wearing shoulder padded blazers.
