Prolouge

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"Stop it!", I whisper shout, "We're not even supposed to be here!" I'm practically sweating buckets. This isn't how I expected everything to turn out and Ryan wasn't making the situation any better.

"Oh c'mon, don't be such a wuss!" Ryan says nonchalantly. He observes our surroundings with a playful twinkle in his eyes. He's obviously thrill seeking. As always. He reaches out his pointer finger and grazes it along the outline of an old dusty bookshelf. I quickly smack his hand.

"Can you not?!" I roll my eyes at him when he mocks a wounded expression. "Seriously I can never have one normal, peaceful day when I'm with you...", I mutter.

He shoots me a glare that I ignore. I sigh. It's currently June 15th 2045. I don't even know how I got here. I just woke up, completely disoriented, in a completely unfamiliar place, in a new time period. What can I do? They say don't stay in the past and focus on the present and future. So I guess I gotta keep on moving and suck up my disastrous predicament. The very situation that happened overnight. The same one wish that turned my life upside down. And no matter how much I wish for it I know I can never go back to my old comfortable life. No matter what.

Thinking back on it was stupid of me to make such a vague wish over such a small issue. Sadly, I can't change the past. No one can. Well, hello new me,  new world, and unpredictable future. I miss the old me...I don't want to be me who lives in constant fear of death. I don't want to be the me who's homesick and misses her family that she can never go back to. I'd rather be that creepy crush-obsessed, loner new girl. What's done is done. But I'll survive. My name isn't Alyssa for no reason. My name has a meaning and that meaning will help me survive. (Alyssa is a Greek name that means "rational" or "logical")

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