Way Back When- lrh

One

ONE

Song of the chapter: Back In Time by Keane

I awoke with a groan as I stuffed one of the two pillows I sleep with on top of my head to cover my ears. It was a failed attempt to block out the laughter of a kookaburra that was rudely cackling right outside my window. Don't get me wrong, I love kookaburras, but not this early in the morning. I bet it's not even eleven yet.

I snuggled further into my bed and tried to fall asleep again, now accustom to the hyena-like bird's chirp. I had grown up with the noise of birds and learned how to tune it out very quickly. My mind wandered to the dream I had last night. I surprisingly remembered each detail vividly. Normally I don't have dreams and on the rare occasion that I do, I forget them within five seconds of waking up. The dream I had just had wasn't like others which are weird with people constantly changing identities and random things happening that are accepted as normal, this dream actually was, normal. As a matter of fact, this dream felt real, so real that it had me questioning how much of it I had actually dreamt.

I mentally sighed as a recognised the fact that my brain was awake, regardless of the fact that my body was not. I painstakingly pried my eyes open, instantly noticing my bed spread and the clothes I was wearing weren't the same as I remembered falling asleep in. I must've dreamt for a while. The rest of my room was pretty much how I left it. That being said, I haven't changed it since I was about fifteen.

I just got home from my gap year after graduating from St Mary Mackillop's Catholic College For Girls, which is a little under a ten minute walk to Norwest Christian College. In case you didn't know, that's the school that three quarters of 5 Seconds of Summer attended. It makes me excited every time I think about how I was so close to 5SOS so many times. So close yet so far away... It kinda sucks though, because I'm the same age as the guys (apart from Ashton) and was educated so close to them, yet I never even met any of them.

I dismounted my bed and groggily walked into the bathroom so I could take a shower and brush my teeth. I looked up into the mirror and my eyes widened immediately as my mouth formed a wide 'O' shape. I wasn't me. Well I was me, but I was pre-pubescent me. So I did what any person would do in this kind of situation; grabbed my face and pulled at the skin of it weirdly like a stereotypical auntie would do on Christmas.

"What... The FUCK??!!" I asked myself, quietly at first before screaming the last part. I heard footsteps before my mum opened the door to the bathroom.

"Why are you swearing?" She asked sternly. I spun around so I was facing her then pointed to my face.

"Oh, it's only a zit, get over it, it's not like it's your only one." My mum told me.

What?  I thought to myself.

"No mum, look at my face, look how young I am!" I clarified, causing her to give me a look that translated to something like "What drugs are you on?", before shaking her head and walking away after she informed me that she was going to Woolworths.

I furrowed my brows in confusion before I remembered; the dream. Just how much was a dream? I quickly scrambled to my room to find my phone and check the date. I internally smiled when I saw it sitting on my bedside table.

'10:43 Sunday the 12th of April Read my phone, not telling me what I really wanted to know; what year was I in? I swiped the screen to unlock it until fuck, password. I don't know the password! I change it at least once every few months! I tried a few codes before giving up.