Back To My Teens (Timetravel Story)

The Accident

"So you major in archeology... What have you been doing after college?"

I sent the interviewer my most charming smile. "I have been an active entrepreneur." I had practiced this speech so many times now - after all 4 years of rejections taught you things. "I have wanted to make a project where education and archeology would be in symbiosis, and archeology would become a more interesting subject for children. That is why I've been working in many educational departments to understand and learn about children."

"As a nanny?"

The muscles in my cheeks were hurting. The interviewer, a 40 year old man, who could definitely use some help for his obvious hair loss problem, was giving off a lot of judgemental vibes. Not to mention the 30 year old librarian zombielike woman next to him, who kept giving me a look that screamed "You were that b*tch from high school who made my life awful". Did I know her?

I knew I shouldn't have written Prom Queen and Head Cheerleader under my high school achievements! It's just that I had to add some achievement under my CV, otherwise it would be too blank.

"I believe that Alaska Archeology Museum will be the perfect place, to show and teach children about the wonders of history and its remains. We have to show them that our legacy is not lost here in Alaska, where the moose stands strong as a symbol for..."

The interviewer interrupted me. "How much do you know about Alaska?" 

Shoot. I think the answer to that was on the second page of my speech. I tried to fast-forward in my brain. Nope. Can't remember. Panic mode ON.

"Yes?" He added impatiently and started tapping the table.

Stop. Tapping. The. F*cking. Table!

"Excuse me? Do you have a problem?"

YES!

Oh wait... I looked up at him. He looked angry and the woman next to him wore an overly dramatic expression, as If I had just insulted and thrown swear words at them.

Oh no. I guess they heard what I said.

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I left the museum in a hurry. Well, that's another job out of the window. I can't believe I went all the way to Alaska for this job!

The cold leaped into my thin (but super professional and posh jacket). My teeth were chattering, but through the snow falling down I spotted a taxi driving by.

"Hey! Here!" I screamed at it, while waving my hands like a lunatic.

"Hop in!" The driver said as he pushed open the frozen door. I thanked him and sat down, while waiting for the fog to leave my glasses.

"Where to miss?"

I looked outside at the heavy snow and icy roads. "Where there is enough warmth for me to survive."

The 50 year old driver laughed and said: "Well, I've got just the perfect place for you!"

---------------------- 15 minutes later.

BEER - ONLY HALF PRICE

SHOTS - MUCH CHEAPER

DRINK TO SURVIVE!

I payed the driver, while laughing at the sign in front of the club. "This really is the perfect place for me. Thank you so much! Have a nice day!"

With a push I opened the door and stepped into the club. It was only 5 pm so not many people were at the club, only about 30 people. The lighting switched between blue, black and white and the DJ was probably just going through the Spotify Hit list.

I walked to the bar and sat down next to a man about my age, who was so wasted that he called me "mom", when he saw me.

"Strong alcohol! Get me drunk!" I ordered the handsome bartender. 

"Got ya, babe!" He answered with a wink.

15 shots and 3 glasses later me and Peter (the wasted guy next to me) became best friends.

"Oh my god! You have those black dots in your eyes too!" I giggled. "We have so much in common!"

He hit the table and yelled: "Pupils! They are called pupils!"

"Yes! Pupils! I want pupils to learn and understand the arts of archeology! It izz beeauutifuul!"

A pause. "Mom?"

"No, I'm your nanny. Not your mum. Your mum is just busy today..." I slurred.

"Ouch!" Huh?

I looked at Peter, and saw an elderly lady hitting him. "WHY?" Hit. "WHY CAN'T YOU GROW UP AND START FINDING A JOB?" Slap. "ALL THIS MONEY WE HAVE USED ON YOU - AND YOU USE IT TO DRINK?" The last sentence was a loud screech. Oh no. Sh*t just hit the fan.

"Mom! I'm sorry! I'm leaving now, okay? I just needed to blow off some steam! Ouch!" Peter had turned on Escape Mode and was running out of the club at a pretty amazing speed and straight line for a wasted guy with his scary mom on his trail. Wait. Was that my bottle of beer he had in his hands? Not on my watch, thief!

I sprinted after him and knocked into a few people on the way. Just before the door was about to close after his mom, I got out and was hit by the cold fresh air. And hit by a vision which would traumatize me forever. The mom was running over the road, chasing her son, and a car was going at full speeds towards her.

My drunk self thought I was quick enough to grab the mom and take her to safe grounds. My drunk self was stupid.

The last thing I saw after I pushed the woman away was the strong headlights of the arriving car and then BAAAAAM. Goodbye Life. Goodbye Lily.

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Ouch. Pain. So much pain.

Didn't I die? Why did it feel like my left leg was broken? And my head was cracked open? Hell, could I even survive if my head was cracked open?

With a lot of trouble, I managed to open one eye.

I was met with my moms crying face above me. "Thank god! You are awake! Awww baby, you made mommy so scared!"

Drip, drip. Her tears fell on my face. "Alissa is also so concerned about you! She told me it all about the accident during cheerleading practice. She blames herself for not catching you."

Alissa? That backstabbing b*tch, who stole my boyfriend in high school? Cheerleading? Mom? Didn't mom move to Thailand with her boytoy?

I lifted my hand to push my mom's head away. Too close for comfort, mom. As my eyes fell on my hand, I froze. Where is my Lily tattoo? I got it right after high school graduation!

I started feeling dizzy and right before I blacked out - one strange thought came to my mind: Did I timetravel?