I drove up to my apartment building, relieved to be home. I climbed out, grabbed my books, and started making my way up the stairs. "Hey Snori."
I groan, Louie.
"Shut up, won't you?"
"Make me!"
"I don't make monkeys, I train them!"
He glares at me. "Boi bai." I sing as I walk down the hall and reach my apartment. He's so annoying, I happened to have my friend come over one night and she snored. He blamed it on me for it and won't ever let me forget about it. He's so immature, what is this? Middle school?
I dropped face first into my bed. Finally some rest! I close my eyes for just a second...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Noooooo...homework. I check my phone. 5:46?! I slept for 15 minutes?! An hour sounds so much better.
I grab my planner and check what's due tomorrow. I have to label every human bone, fun isn't it? I start at the hands. "Phalannges" I write, still half asleep. I look down at my paper. SHIT! It was Phalanges! I go get a bottle of White Out. I glance at it quickly, it says,"Shake Well".That wasn't the only thing I read, Wite-Out? Wasn't there an "H"? This is scaring me now. Three things in one day? Strange, way too strange.
I finish the assignment and get my phone. I go to Instagram and see that Gail (my snoring friend) posted a picture. It was a screenshot of a Tweet.
Mandela Effect? What the heck is that?
I'm not sure if it's true, but I'm looking it up.
YOU ARE READING
The Mandela Effect
Science Fiction" 'I look at him,his back was turned to me,he was staring out the window. Only his shadow was showing. 'Parker?' 'Is that his name? Parker?' He turns around, and I stepback. This was most definitely not Parker. 'He's weak you know,'he continued,'i...
