What happens when Anna sends a letter in the mail. And it ends up in the past. In none other than John Lennon's mail box. A girl from the future, a boy from the past, with only a mail box and time between them.
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"How about this one?" Jass asked, holding up a bright pink strapless dress with a hopeful smile.
"No, that's definitely not it," I replied, laughing as I shook my head. "That doesn't even come close to looking like something a girl from the past would wear!" After Jass practically shoved me into the shower, we grabbed a quick lunch and headed to the mall. We'd been at it for what felt like hours, trying to find the perfect dress for the 1960s. So far, no luck.
"But it's so cute! And it has pockets!" Jass protested, twirling the dress in front of me.
"But it's pink!" I grimaced. "Jass, pink is not my color!"
Just as I was about to give up, an employee approached. "Can I help you ladies with anything?" she asked, eyeing us curiously.
"Uh, yeah. Do you have anything from the 1960s, maybe for a costume party?" I asked, my voice a little uncertain.
The employee raised an eyebrow but then nodded. "Follow me."
"She's so rude," Jass whispered, and I couldn't help but laugh. I knew I was going to miss this—miss her—when I went back. But part of me knew that whatever happened, I'd be okay.
The employee showed us a small section and said, "These are all we have. Have a nice day," before quickly walking off. She didn't even wait for us to ask anything else.
"Thanks for nothing!" Jass yelled after her, causing me to chuckle despite the frustration bubbling up inside.
"Hey, don't be rude just because she's rude. Let's keep looking." I said, trying to stay positive.
After what felt like forever, I finally spotted it—a perfect 1960s dress, a blue half-shoulder with pink floral patterns. I grabbed it with a sigh of relief.
"Found it!" I said, a smile forming on my face.
Jass wasn't so convinced. "That one? How about this one?" she said, picking out another pink lace dress.
"No, I like this one," I said, holding it up proudly.
"Fine, but I'm still buying this one, this one, and that suitcase," Jass said, grabbing a medium-sized green vintage suitcase off the shelf.
"No, Jass, that's too much!" I protested. "I can't let you buy all that, and there's no way the suitcase would come with me to the past."
Jass shrugged, grinning. "There's only one way to find out! Let me do this—it's my last gift to you."
After a quick debate, I reluctantly agreed, and soon we were back at the car with about five dresses and one very questionable suitcase.
"Step one's done, now we just need to get you all dolled up," Jass said as she started the car. "I can't believe you're gonna be with John Lennon. You better name one of your kids after me, you know?"
After a short car ride they arrived back at Anna's place, Jass got her all dolled up and Anna wrote John a letter.
"Take care of Jack. He loves belly rubs. And scraps from the table, too. Don't forget his blue guitar, it's his favorite chew toy." I smiled at Jass.
"Of course, I'll take care of him. You take care of yourself. Tell John 'hi' for me, and if he hurts you in the past, tell him I'll murder his little British butt! Got it?" Jass said with a laugh, and I laughed along with her.
"You be a good boy too, Jack. Mommy loves you. I'll never forget you, Jackie boy." I said as I hugged him one last time, and he licked my face in response.
"Take care of that baby inside you, Anna. I'll miss you so much."
I smiled at her one last time. "Well, I guess this is it. If I'm still alive when this time comes around, I'll send you a letter."
With a final hug, I stepped outside and walked to the mailbox, my heart pounding. I kissed the back of the letter and placed it inside. For a moment, nothing happened. I thought I might never see John again. But then, it hit me—the heavy weight in my chest. The world spun faster, faster, until it felt like I was caught in a tornado. And just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, a wave of energy crashed over me, knocking the air from my lungs.
And then, darkness.
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Edited Chapter.
The end! Thanks for voting and commenting. And reading this story. This is the dress Anna was wearing for going into the past.
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This one is what Jass picked out the second time.
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And Jass's first dress she picked out!
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