The Next Day

Getting Some Help

For some reason I thought it was a good idea to ask Jake. I don't think he could even grasp the concept of what was happening. He realized how cool it was, but not how miserable it was really was. He didn't believe it was happening to me anyway; he was of no use to me. I decided to end this day early by stepping out into open traffic.
Since I couldn't figure out how to fix my problem I was forced to go to the smarted person at Longview High, Camila Maria Alejandra Martinez. I used to despise her for beating me in the 3rd grade spelling bee. I failed to realize that exaggerate was spelled with two g's. Eventually, I forgave her for psyching me with her beautiful looks and we became friends. I'm not sure what really happened but we don't talk much anymore.
I hurried to her beautiful and gigantic house to get her help. I had to hurry because I was running out of time in the day. I got to her house and rung the doorbell. It played a fancy tune. Her mother answered the door wearing nothing but a robe. I kept my eyes down and asked for Camila. She called Camila downstairs and she came running down. She welcomed me in and asked what I was doing at her house. I explained my situation to her. Oddly enough, she believed me as soon as I told her. I have no clue how but she came to the conclusion that the universe was giving a second chance, well more than that. She explained how I must have been doing something wrong and that unless I fixed it I would be forever stuck in a loop. I thanked Camila and quickly ran out of the door, I had to go. She asked me if I wanted to come over again to have a normal conversation. I declined not thinking much of what she was asking.