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Lydia Mason was born in 1904. It was 1918 and she was 14. She had just received the news her brother had passed away. She went to bed crying that night but when she woke up ur next day, it was 2016.
"Okay you have your school bag, your cheer outfit, your shoes for tryouts, and your phone." My mom said as we pulled up to my school. "Yes." I sighed. "Okay, have a great day sweetie." She told me. "I will. Bye." I said slamming the door closed with a sigh. My mother could be quite the handful sometimes. I walked up to the building and went straight to my locker. Emily and Piper came running to me. "Hey girl! Are you stoked about cheer tryouts!" Emily exclaimed, her blond curls bouncing. "Yes! And then we have the sleepover back at my place. Don't forget!" I told them as I turned around closing my locker. The bell rang through out the building as students slowly shuffled to class. I droned out the teacher in literature and Spanish thanks to uncle Emmett who taught me that one but don't tell dad or Edward. Finally art rolled around. I sat down on the stool in front of my canvas. "London! Will you get my pain shirt!" I hollered at her from the front of the room. She gave me a thumbs up behind her back as she searched through the bin. "Wouldn't want to ruin the outfit." Piper said sitting down next to me. "I know right.150$ jacket." I told her. Brooklyn, Emily, and London sat down with us and we began painting.
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Once my painting had dried and the class ended, I put it in my locker and took off to my next class calculus.
"Come on come on!" Emily said shaking my arm up and down. "Okay okay." I said. I clutched my ball of clothes tight against my chest as Emily dragged me up to the teachers desk. "Mrs. Morris may we change our clothes?" Emily asked. She nodded and Emily raced off dragging me behind her. We quickly changed into our extremely short but sexy shorts and our sports bra. We pulled out hair up and placed our bows in before slipping on our white cheer shoes. We took a deep breath before walking out of the girls bathroom knowing all eyes would be on our sexy body's. I didn't mind showing off my body noting the fact I was tan, extremely skinny only weighing 96 pounds and bring 5'6. I had a six pack and some muscles with no body fat. Pretty good if I say so myself.
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"Ooh new painting!" My mom squealed as I opened the passenger door climbing into the yellow Porsche while Emily got in the back. "Six people." My mom said with a grin elbowing me. I knew exactly what she meant because Edward and her wouldn't shut up about it this morning. "Mom." I groaned.
We pulled up to the house and walked in and I said a brief hello to everyone while walking up to my room. "Emmett!" I heard Edward yell as we walked by him, he staring at my ass. "That be seven!" I hollered down to Edward. Emmett's smirk was the last thing I saw before walking into my bedroom. "I keep forgetting how awesome your bedroom is." Emily said setting her bag down before sitting down on my bed. "Thanks." I said walking toward my closet. I put on a grey crop top with black nike leggings, my Nike jacket and running shoes before walking back out of my closet.
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We fell asleep with the tv on which dad turned off last night for us. We got dressed quickly and headed off for school.
"Class we have a new student today." The teacher began. I looked up into the face of the new boy and into his deep royal blue eyes. I saw the color and it set off a trigger in me. The dark blue color reminded me of my mothers dress. The one she wore when she had the major right with my father. The one she wore when I found her. The one that killed my father. The one that killed me.
