Before Her Time

Chapter 3

"What's so important that you had to pull me out of school?" I ask my parents who are standing in front of me with their arms crossed.

"You know what." My father speaks.

"Right. A message. Big whoop. Couldn't I just sit this one out and stay at school for once?"

"Aviva, you know that the council wants to speak to you because you are the closest to Liana."

"Fine. Let's go then." We all walk towards the kitchen and find the phone beeping quietly.

My mother takes the phone off of its base and punches in a series of numbers. Then she sets it back on the base and something that never ceases to amaze me happens. The phone begins to unfold and create a large screen.

When it has finally stopped unfolding it displays a black screen. It stays that way for a time then, slowly at first, it begins to light up. A face that I have become all to familiar with appears.

"Hello, Aviva. Nice to see you are well."

"I don't exactly have a choice." I mumble so the man cannot hear me.

He is a tall man with brown hair. He has very prominent features on his face, and if I was a normal girl, I would more than likely be drooling over him.

But I'm not a normal girl. Far from it actually. This is the man that is responsible for throwing me into the past and forcing me to become friends with Liana. Although that is the good part. Liana and I are best friends to the end and I have had such a hard time keeping this massive secret from her.

I am Liana's granddaughter.

"How is Liana?" He asks.

'He' actually has a name, but he prefers not to use it. His name is Noam. I've never known him to have a last name, but I'm sure he does.

"She is fine. Nothing new."

"Well you know why I'm calling though don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"Liana has a very large life decision ahead of her," he tells me anyways, "and you know who she's going to turn to?" He tells me anyways.

"Me."

"Yes, you. She will be faced with the choice of which job she is going to choose."

That may not sound like such a big deal, that it's life changing, but it really is. Jobs are what decides what we are going to be in life. Jobs decide how much we get paid, what we can put on our résumé pretty much everything. Even life's tiniest decisions can change your life for good or for bad.

"Which job should she pick?"

"You decide."

"What?!" I ask shouting. "I can't pick for her!"

"She'll trust you. She'll believe anything you tell her, it just has to be convincing."

"But I don't know what to pick! What if it's the wrong job, and everything goes wrong?"

"Then you will disappear. Everything she does from that moment on will change. You mustn't get it wrong or the whole human race could suffer. I know it's a lot to have you do, but we cannot tell you, for we do not even know what she must pick."

"How can you not know?! You know everything!" I am getting angry with this man.

"We have no record of what job she chooses. It will be one of the few things that you must complete on your own."

The screen fades to black.

We are silent for a few minutes, then I excuse myself from this awkward situation.

"Don't forget about this Aviva!" My mother yells at me while I am going upstairs.

"How the heck am I supposed to forget?!" I yell back.

When I get to my room I plop down on my bed and kick off my shoes. Why do I have to choose? Can't she just choose for herself? This is the first time they have told me to do it for myself.

You're probably my wondering who 'they' are. Well the man I was in the screen, he comes from the future.

Yeah that's right. You wanna talk about awesome phones, try one that can receive calls from the future!

Well Noam is part of this agency thing that sent me back in time as a baby, And that I am Liana's granddaughter. That's all I know. I don't even know the name of the company. 'Why are you doing this?' You might ask. Well because I was told to. I was raised up in this life. I don't know any different.

After wallowing in self pity for a few minutes I decide to get to work. I pull out the hidden drawer underneath my bed and open up the plastic container. Inside there are stacks of paper separated by small, colorful tabs. I begin to study all the information I have laid before me. I have compiled a large amount of research on what Liana has done throughout her life. School projects,records of volunteer work, and so on. grade reports, Yes, I know slightly stalkerish, but in order to keep up with her, I have to.

The phone rings after about an hour of finding nothing. I look at the caller ID and see Liana's name.

"Hello?" I say.

"Avi! How dare you leave me alone! You told me that you'll be back!"

"I'm sorry! I swear I won't do this again anytime this week." I feel really bad now that I realized that I promised that.

"This week..."

"I can imagine you rolling your eyes right now." I say laughing.

"Creepy much?"

"Aviva, dinner!" I hear my mom yell.

"I creep on you all the time!" I say laughing. I try not to let her know how true that actually was. "And sorry again, but I have to go. My mom is calling for me."

"Ok bye, talk to you later then." She hangs up. I stand, place my phone in my pocket and make my way downstairs.

"Have you begun research yet?" My mother asks.

"Yes."

"Found anything interesting?" My father comments while placing the plates on the table.

"Yes, she has a tendency to choose the easier things and is a lot more easy going."

"So, what does that mean?" My mother brings the pot if spaghetti to the table.

"I'm not sure yet." I say as we all sit down.

I hope I can make the right decision.

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HELLO!

Jelly Beans here! I am SOOOOOOO sorry it's been about a million years since I updated!

Bliss keeps telling me, UPDATE

And I'm like, NAH MAN

so I finally did it. Here it is.

Sooooo Aviva is a stalker. Wow. And hold the phone, her parents know about it too?! And who is the scary man in the phone screen AKA Noam?

Anywho.... Bliss will probably update within a few days because I'm a slacker and she's not.

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