Lucas and The Time-Traveling Fog The Party Animals!

Chapter 9 The New Mallrat

Now that you know all the girls' names and quirks, let me tell you, I found them extremely annoying at times or just plain immature from the start, and these girls say all guys act like that. One thing I hate about being in this group is privacy... or lack of it. Privacy is just another word with little to no meaning. Sure, they leave me alone when I'm studying, among other things, but I can barely do the simplest of things without one of them tagging along, like going to the bathroom, for instance. One of them always has to follow me like I'm the president. But being in this girl group wasn't all bad. I did learn a thing or two about girls... more than I could in any other way.

Like who knew girls love to share almost everything with each other, from makeup to secrets with little to no fuss, and I would know because it happened to me all the time. Also, I learned what clothing is so in and what isn't on a daily basis, keeping up with the constant girl drama and gossip around campus while focusing on school in the process. These girls never had it easy, and I must be no different because, for whatever reason, I was given this responsibility to be this shoulder for Liz's friends to cry on and vent all of their problems to me whenever they have a bad day, which to me seems like every day.

There was always something that went wrong in their lives, and they turned to me and asked for the answers like I was some fortune teller. ME! I listened to what they had to say, word for word, agreed with whatever they had said and inspired them to make them feel better. As I was giving them advice, that got me thinking. Who do I cry to when I have a bad day? My friends back at home in my time? No...if I would do that, they would probably not understand and just laugh or call me names. My folks? Perhaps, but they are never at home when that happens to me. Anyway, I don't understand how anyone can handle this and treat it like it's no big deal. So, I don't know what I'll do when I go shopping with a bunch of teenage girls tomorrow. But with my horrible luck lately, something bad is bound to happen.

Saturday morning arrived, whether I liked it or not, and I had the pleasure to sleep in a little, which was nice because I was up till almost two o'clock in the morning working on a college research project. I don't even know how I'm doing well in every one of her classes so far anyway, considering I never graduated high school. But being in college blows, I had to sit in a library almost alone reading some book that was luckily not checked out, but I had to wait to use the printer to print just one page of my research that I typed up the other day, having no Starbucks coffee in my system to keep me awake and only had Liz's Walkman with her songs to keep me entertained. But my good sleep was ruined when someone had the nerve to tell me to "wake up" in my ear and shook me till I woke up.

It was not just any voice in my ear that was saying this. I swear I heard my adult mother's voice, and she said with a faint whisper, "Luu--cas, Luu--cas..time to wake up" to me.

"Mom?" I asked. But once I opened one eye to see if it really was her, I saw a teenage version of my mom giggling instead. I knew it was too good to be true. Anyway, she said to me, "No, guess again. It's your roomie. Now, get dressed; we got a lot of stuff to do."

With a hint of anger, I grunted at her, changed my position in bed, and shooed her away. When I did that, she said, "Sorry to wake you, Sleeping Beauty, but your sleep has to wait, especially what we'll be doing, so get up. You overslept. Thank goodness I double-checked, or else you would have slept through the entire day."

Rats! I was hoping that would happen, and....woahhhh! What in the world does she think she's doing? I saw her grab my legs one at a time and left them dangling on the side of my bed. Then somehow, she gained this superhuman strength to grab both my arms, lifted them up with ease, and before you know it, I was sitting upright at the edge of my bed, staring at her and her bed.