Prodigy | On Hold

Authors's Note

Greetings. I am from the future. Your life is in danger, and seriously believe me. Let my co-writer and I introduce ourselves.

Quit it weirdo. You're scaring everyone away!

*Ahem* Now. As I was saying... my name is Charlie, and I have traveled back far from the future. I am here to tell you one of my friend's stories, one that is unforgettable. Her name is Cecelia, but I like to call her Cece.

Thanks so much, Charlie. Idiot.

Hey!

Just kidding. Anyway, I just took the computer from my oh-so-special sister. I'm Elite. Top class, obviously, an elite person, of an elite society... you get the point. Anyway, besides Cece, there's also this really cool dude. His name is Albus. Like Dumbledore. They've got a lot in common. Same first name. Smart. Funny. Clueless at times. Po-- I meant talented. Talented, not powerful. But obviously, Albus isn't an old dude with a beard... and doesn't have a wand. All that credit goes to J.K. Rowling there.

You talk too much, little brother. My turn now. We're suppose to warn the humans of the past.

Honestly, woman! Can't you let a boy talk in peace?

Ha! You admitted it! You're a boy, an itty-bitty baby boy. Wait... I'm not a woman! Not yet, anyway.

Shut it, sis. Now... where was I? *whacks forehead* Oh duh! I can't really spoil the future... we can't break the laws of time. Now who wants to be launched into an alternate reality?

My words of wisdom: Beware The Dictator.

Seriously? You think they'd figure out who he is?

*scoffs* I believe the mortals of the past are intelligent enough to figure it out.

*sigh* Whatever you say, sis. Hey- just remember, keep your friend's close, and your enemies closer.

Wow. Great advice, Elite. Mine would be- Trust no one. Really though. Enjoy.

Ha! I get the last word!

No you don't! It's my computer anyway.

*huffs* I hate you.

Love you too. Go ahead, have the last word.

Awesome.