Me, Myself & I

"How many birthdays do I need to celebrate until I could live on my own?" That is Dianne's favorite question when she was a kid. Every time she encounters hardships in studying, chores at home and scolding from her parents especially her mother, she asks herself her second favorite question: "Why do I have to do things such as studying and chores?" Dianne doesn't like studying and she wanted to do nothing at home. All she wanted to do is to play from day until night.

"What are these?" her mom asked her slamming her exam papers on their dining table.

"Papers, I guess." Dianne answered sarcastically.

"Why don't you use your mind for Christ's sake? You really don't care about your future do you?" her mom cried loudly.

Dianne ran as fast as she can back to her room. She is so angry that she slammed her door loudly. She went straight to her bed and covered herself with a blanket. She cried and cried as she chant repeatedly, "I wish I'm twenty three. I wish I'm twenty three. I wish I'm twenty three."

Dianne woke up with sunlight greeting in front of her face. Somebody sat beside her and poked her. She opened her left eye and closed it again saying, "It's too early mom."

"Nothing's too early for us Dianne!" a woman said.

She jumped out of her bed as she heard an unfamiliar voice. "What the eff!" Dianne was surprised seeing a person she doesn't know inside her room. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, me? I'm Dianne, nice to meet you." the woman reached her hand to shake with Dianne.

Dianne was startled. All she did was stare straight back to the woman's eyes.

"I think you are surprised. But yeah, I am you, and you are me. We are one." the elder Dianne grinned.

"Wait, if you are from the... if you're me... then why..." Dianne is puzzled in the situation.

"I'll explain to you, I am the 33-year old Dianne, the 10 years from now you."

"Thirty-three? Ten years from now? But I'm only thirteen." Dianne said.

Dianne hurried to the comfort room to see herself on a mirror. Everything changed. Her height, her hair, her eyebrows, and most especially her breasts.

"Is this really me? Am I dreaming?" she touched every part of her body especially her face. She realized, she's not dreaming.

Dianne went back to the room and found out that the older Dianne is already gone. She doesn't know what to do so she scope the room for evidences. She found a 20xx planner on a desk. She looked at the digital calender on the other table to know what date is it today, "July 24th," she uttered. Dianne opened the planner and found out that she has an interview by 10 am. It is already 8am and she doesn't know what to do. She saw her resume on top of her table so she hurriedly got it and placed it in a folder. She took a bath quickly and found a nice semiformal attire in her closet. Luckily she found her apartment keys on top of the trust worthy desk. She went out of the apartment locking the door and called a taxi.

"To Isle Building in Fort Barn Street. Can you make it in an hour?" Dianne asked the driver.

"Maybe an hour and a minute." the driver told her.

Dianne have no choice but to get in the taxi. She pulled out a makeup kit to have herself fixed.

"Interview?" the taxi driver asked.

"Yes." Dianne replied.

"That bitter sweet moment in life." the driver laughed.

Dianne continued to fix herself. After half an hour, the taxi stopped. "That would be 150."