Trapped in a parallel universe not really knowing why, join Rebecca along with a group of characters on a journey of love, and rebuilding slightly broken friendships.
Hi my name is Rebbeca, and for as long as I can remember I've never not once in my life been liked back, but as my story goes on things will get to be a little bit weird, for now let's start from the beginning.-
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"I like you" I told my friend whom I have been friends with for three years and counting, it was 2001 I was standing on the top of the school roof, it was during lunch, before I ran out to the roof, I had slipped a piece of paper which wrote "meet me on the rooftop, I have something to tell you". He might've taken it as a joke or something, but he showed up anyway. "Hey bro, whats up, and why the weird place?" I took that "bro" like a stab to my stomach, and a slight graze across my heart, but I sternly shook that off, bc what I was about to say, I had been getting tired of holding back, and couldn't hold it back any longer. "I like you". He chuckled at my response "well duh, dummy I like you too, thats why we're friends, your such a real kidder sometimes." "No" with my arms to my sides I ball up my fists, close my eyes and say "its not like that, I really like, like-like you, and I have for a while now", "...oh you meant that way" he murmured to himself. He scratched his head, looked up at the sky, and sighed in slight disappointment. "I'm really sorry", "about what exactly?", "I just don't feel the same way, to be honest, I've always seen you as a sibling figure", he looked away in what seemed like guilt and shame for his answer, meaning he knew how it would make me feel. "...oh, well, what are ya gonna do?" I say in a jokey tone, and I shake it off, and force my real feelings not to show, which was a big broken heart, and I could feel my throat clumping up, trying really hard to hold back burning tears. So I tell him " heyyy (pat on the back) don't worry about it buddy, I was just kidding, I don't like you like that, it was just a joke, don't take it too seriously, besides I see you like a sibling too" he gives me a sad look as if he knew what was really going on in my mind "look, Rebecca" I cut him off before he says anything else, because I knew if he tried to reassure me, or tell me that he was sorry even more, I would burst into tears right at that instant. " hey Bro, talk later ok, I got this real bad stomachache coming on, gotta go take care of it, you know how it is" "Rebecca, we should talk about this-" (cut off again) "Bye great thanks see you later". I hear him call my name one more time, then I slam the door, then I run down the hallway, find myself a dark empty room, and cry. I could feel those warm almost hot tears, pouring down my cheeks, as I hug my knees closer to my face, at that time I felt like I couldn't go through with this again, but this experience wouldn't stop me.
