Time Traveling Blues

Chapter 1

"How was school Maddie?" my dad asked as he picked me up from the dreaded prison America called "high school."
"It was okay. Same old, same old." "Nothing new? No tests? Nothing?" he asked. "Nope." I lied.
In reality, today at school some jerk bullied me in English, and my friends didn't even bother to even sit with me at lunch. Not to mention the guy I liked and his girlfriend went out to lunch together.
I sighed. I really couldn't talk about this however. I knew my dad would give me a pointless lecture. It wouldn't change my outlook on things anyway.
Getting out of school at four wasn't soon enough, but once I was out, I was glad to be out.
I got home and threw my bag down on the floor in my room, changed into even more comfortable clothes, grabbed my laptop and sat at the table with it to eat dinner.
I ate alone, but it never bothered me honestly. It was just a part of my solitary side that liked being alone sometimes I guess.
I got on the Internet as usual to watch my favorite bands, all of whom were from the late 1950's to the early 1990's.
I was born in 1995. All my bands were either broken up or some members had passed away before I could even say my first words and it made me so upset inside.
I just continued to watch videos.
"Aren't you going to eat? You've been sitting there for 20 minutes." my mom said walking by. "Oh you're watching those long haired hippies--" "Oh come on, mom. Give it a rest" I groaned as she walked away.
I watched my favorite band; Led Zeppelin, and ate my mashed potatoes.
"Man, why couldn't I have been born in the '40s or something?" I sighed to myself. "Then you'd be as old as my mom or something." my dad spoke up. "I don't care. I would have been a better Led Zeppelin fan than I ever could be now." I said. "Why do you listen to them anyway? All that music is just garbage." "Because they had talent. Something musicians today surely lack."
My dad stayed quiet.
It was true, but he didn't care. No one did.
After I finished eating I trailed off into my room with the laptop to play guitar and continue to watch Led Zeppelin concerts.
"What I would do to actually be with Robert." I thought.
I sounded a little obsessive, but anything out of this generation must have been worth obsessing over just to get out.
I forgot about my homework and didn't do it it since it wasn't due for two days anyway.
Aside from watching Led Zeppelin shows I decided to call my best friend.
She wasn't home. Or at least it seemed.
The phone rang for a long while.
"Screw it."
I hadn't talked to her in days.
She was my best friend, but at this point in my life it seemed we were beginning to grow apart anyhow. We had separate music tastes, and since Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, or even Megadeth didn't fit hers she couldn't bear to hear me ramble on about them any longer.
It made me feel bad inside, like an old friendship had already died, but I still had my music.
I stayed up past my bed time doodling, thinking, and playing guitar.
11:11 the clock read.
I closed my eyes and wished, "I wish I could just wake up in 1969 and watch a Zeppelin show. Please?" I peeked my eye open. It was still 11:11. I smiled hoping it would come true.