Super Simulator

Chapter 11- HOLY JULIE ANDREW AND MARY POPPINS!

"What do you think it means?" asked Jason. "Not sure, I haven't read all of it, just the TOC and a little on the profiles, nothing on personal parts though," I answered. We were all sitting in the living room, with the book in the center. We were mainly sitting to our closest friends. I was glaring at Stacie for being so attached to Jason.

"Wait, what do you mean, PERSONAL info?" asked Bailey. Everyone started to get worried, if our personal information was out . . . I mean we are all close to each other but we don't really KNOW about each other's past lives! We didn't quite open up just yet, we only knew each other for a little over a month.

"Carlyn, see if she is telling the truth," commanded Marcus. I could practically FEEL Carlyn mind reading me or whatever. I glared at Marcus, I'm not going to lie! I remembered Carlyn, and thought IMMEDIATELY of an old Youtube video I watched . . . Shrek Is Love Shrek Is Life! Carlyn gave me a very disgusted and concerned look.

"What? WHAT?! Did she?!" Marcus asked. "No . . . She is telling the truth, but now I'm scarred for life." Carlyn's eyes were wide with life changing horrifying video content. If she wasn't satisfied I can arrange more . . . Don't Hug Me I'm Scared! She gave me an even more concerned look. OK I'm satisfied, don't poke around my brain OK? She nodded.

"I found the book already pulled up on the computer, and it was lying on the desk. I didn't see your personal information about . . . uh . . . our past lives but everyone has two pages to themselves. I suggest you read your own page now, and don't go beyond the limit. Also don't try to read anyone else's page." I passed the book to Bailey, as everyone passed it to their right once finished. I was last.

I looked at Jason. The color from his face had drained. He was probably shocked because they were watching us. Whoever they were. I looked at Stacie, who was playing with her hair, she seemed oddly calm about the situation. Maybe she had nothing to hide, or anything wrong, after all anything 'personal' she probably puts on the cover of a magazine. Finally it was my turn.

I looked at my page, my hair was longer and got lighter now from the sun, but my skin color was still the same, tannish/lightish depending on the lighting. My round brown eyes were the same, but I noticed a big difference. Back then I hadn't been getting much sleep. Only a few hours. It was hard, but I made it. Now my bags seemed to almost disappear, but they were there faintly, like a scar to remind me of the haunting memory.

I looked at my grades, a B here and there, but 90% A's. It showed a picture of my house, slightly smaller than this mansion. My parents were doctors, and spoiled me regularly as far as I could remember. It showed my parents. I wonder where they are now, if they are worried about me. I saw my old friends, but something seemed to be missing. I felt as if they didn't even remember me, or notice I was missing. I had some friends in the summer.

It was me and a few of my old friends. I haven't seen them in like, forever. But it's not like I could contact them. I didn't have very many I had to admit. Jason wasn't included in my list of friends, but I suppose it's because he was front stage and I was back, metaphorically. My friends  smiled around me and goofed off. Now I'm gone. I wonder if they realize I'm gone.

I miss them a bit. But I suppose I still wouldn't go to my old life.

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, but I held them in. I looked under the 'personal' section. I didn't have to read to know what was already there. I read, and it had every detail and incident summed off in the stream of it all. The font was especially small because they had to make it so long and to fit the page. I closed the book. "Well, lets see what the chapters say?" I said calmly, hiding everything and ignoring the hitch in my voice as memories swam desperately around my head.

Everyone stared, but agreed. Its best not to make too big a deal of something around me. It just is.

"Where should we start?" Chase asked. "Um how about powers? I seems that's something we have the most questions on," Richard suggested. Everyone murmured in agreement. Real subtle Richard, reallll subtle.

Something was pestering me. Like something in the back of my brain I HAD to find out. "Wait guys . . . There is something, I just have to remember." I furrowed my brow. Everyone looked at me patiently. I thought hard in frustration. What could it be? What could it be?

"Carlyn, help me. Maybe you can remember. Everyone else please think back, maybe I said something once we called this meeting that will help me remember." Everyone concentrated hard on what it could have been. WHAT IS ITTTTTT? I remember it was important. I looked at Stacie, she wasn't even trying. I half expected her to scoff in amusement. Right now she looked a bit scared. Maybe she was scared we wouldn't be able to remember.

It HAD to be important. I thought back when I first got the book. The I heard a gasp. "MOTHER TERESA MACORONI AND STROODLES! MAY THE HOLY JULIE ANDREWS AND MARY POPPINS I GOT IT!!!" shouted Chase. We all jumped.

"What is it?! C'mon tell us!" we pestered. I was surprised we didn't ask about what he just shouted. But he seemed to. The color from his face drained as his eyes got wide. "Ignore what I said earlier but Emera I have to ask you something." 

"What is it?" I asked.

"You said you saw the book on the computer and the book open on the desk RIGHT?" he asked. "Yeah, so-?" I paused. My eyes became wide with realization. "NO, no no no no no!!" Carlyn said, she must've read my mind.

"What is it?" Asked Jason.

"It was open on the Profile section . . ." I said.

"Someone here must've read our profiles," Bailey gasped in horror.