There's no other chances that everyone would have wanted than second chances..? but what if time travelling were to be a thing for this peculiar girl, Janette Rosebrown?
From the thought she only wished to make her crush want her back but she arrive...
"I'm Janette", waved my hand and not having control of the reflexes. He stared at me. "Yeah. I'm Adam", smiling as to seem covering the whole situation from being awkward. "I'm sorry", embarassed looking down. "Oh no! Don't be! I'm pleased to know you", "This is my best friend. She likes you a lot", What.. "Oh no, I mean she's looking for a tutor", He turned towards me. "Today at 2?", I gulped. "Of course", "Yes, Adam?", asked Clover. "I need the list for the volunteers on the Shakespeare exhibition?", "Of course. We have about 25 people and the volunteer passes have already been set out", "Alright cool. Thanks! Also, do you mind checking the things in the exhibition first today? I need everything to be well arrange before tomorrow", "Okay, we can do that", He turned to look at me. "Janette's in too huh? Cool", he gave a smile. "So I had this amazing idea on how to memorize all these facts. Especially since the basics are about cells and tissues, by using this technique. It helps you understand faster, so far it helped me", he leaned back on his chair smirking. "Can I get a copy of this?", I stared at him. He laughed. "No", "Why?", "You won't understand anything", "Then teach me", He started off the basics. One at a time. "I'm still having trouble understanding this", He looked at me. Froze. I know, I hate myself too. "It's fine, not everyone is Einstein", "You have no idea how I dream of being one", "Then be one", he winked. "I need to go. I hope I helped you a bit", He's gratifyingly handsome.
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"Yes. Thank you",
We both went into the room. Beforehand. "Are all these real? From William Shakespeare himself?", I asked. "Not entirely sure if all of it was his. Some of it might be his relatives. Also, I've been informed to not let you nor anyone touch anything", she gave me a stern look with her eyes. "You don't trust me?", "Hardly", she gave me a wink. "Just don't move things around", "Of course", I walked towards the 'Illustrations of Shakespeare' I saw this old ink bottle near the paper on the table. It looked interesting. I tried touching it. Then, I started to look around. I gain a bit of interest whether so called magic could happen. Nothing. Okay. Then, I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. Everything started to become blurry. Something that spins. Shades of blue spinning inside my head. There's water. Everywhere. Wait.. it's inside me. I can't breathe. Am I drowning?
