Chapter 2

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1987 ---- 7:15PM
Randy's POV:

I'm rich, I'm handsome, and I'm the Quarterback. I am viewed as a cocky jock with player aspects and rude intentions for girls who don't know any better. But I'm really not, in fact I hate football. Music is my true passion, but my Father is all about sports and making me successful that I don't have time for music. Though every now and then I get to listen to something to calm down. My favorite song is Creep by Radiohead. I plugged in my headphones and listened, while closing my eyes to be consumed by the music that slowly filled my mind. I sunk into my bed and before I knew it, I woke up in a girly bed, it was bright and pink but there were rock posters along the walls. I still had my music playing, I turned it off almost immediately. 'where am I?' this wasn't my room. I checked the time: 7:16PM. I stepped out of bed and a headache pounded in my head. "ugh.. " I check the calendar, it read "April 8, 1987" 'I TRAVELED BACK IN TIME?!' my headache got worse and I stumbled back into bed "Where the hell am I?! Who's room is this?!" There's a picture of the most beautiful girl I've ever layed my eyes on pinned on the wall next to me. She has short, shoulder length black silky hair, and curtain bangs. Her eyes were a shining amber, they looked like burning embers. I wonder what it's like to be inside of a burning ember.. I got distracted by her beauty and circled back to asking questions.
"what is my purpose of being here?"

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