To Real to be Fake

Alex

School was boring as always, the same drama, same stupid people. But today was different. Every time in math class I looked over to Zach's seat, with no one in it. Every time my heart stops. I had a crush on him for years, and years, then all of the sudden, he is gone.

"Excuse me? Are you paying attention?" Me Devins asks.

"Huh?" I mumble, shaken out of my daze.

"Hm. See class, Ms Parker here is a perfect example of why you always pay attention in class. You will get mortally embarrassed if you don't." I feel my face turn a shade of red like never before, but not in embarrassment, in rage. Last week one of my best friends died, and I was there. Then a few days after that, a letter is sent to my house stating Zoey ran away.

"Mr Devins, if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you would shut up and let me try to live my live with out my best friends." That shut him up. He stood up straight and cleared his throat.

"Okay, let's continue class." He says as he walks back to the front of the class. From across the room I see Parker, the class clown, throw a paper ball into the trash can. He pumps his fists into the air and silently does a victory dance.

I look back to the front of the room and see Mr Devins writing a detention slip, I could only assume for me. A bubble of rage, sadness, confusion, and hate fill up inside me. For a split second everything was black then back to normal, except I now have a splitting head ache.

I rub my temples and look toward the door and see Parker throw a paper ball into the trash bin and do a victory dance. Confused I look back to the front of the room, I see Mr Devins picking up the same pen, and writing on the same pad of paper.

I hear a tiny splat and look down at my paper. A red drop was in the center of my paper, I reach up for my nose. It's wet. I pull my hand away and see blood on my hand.

Damn it.

I raise my hand.

"Yes Ms Parker?" He grumbles. He pushes his glasses off the tip of his nose and sighs a deep sigh.

"Uhm, can I please go to the nurse?" I ask.

He looks me up and down, then nods his head.

Walking down the hallway I process what just happened. Twice. In a row. The same sequence of events, the same order.

I just time traveled.