Dead On Time (maylor)

Chapter 1

December, 24th 1960

Brian's P.O.V.

Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep

It was 8 in the morning, as the alarm clock said. Today was going to be a grate day, I could sense it. But I was very tired, something unusual for me. If I could have sleept more I would have done so, don't doubt it. The thing is that I had to help my lovely mother with some Christmas decorations for the next day. My uncle and aunt would come and my father was doing God knows what. I think he went buying a Chrismas tree.

Anyways, I had to get up from my comfy bed. I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.

"-AHHH!!! WHAT THE HE-!!!" My face! What's up with it!? Well it wasn't my face, that's for sure. It was girlish, and thin. It had light brown eyes, a small nose, and its lips were neither thin nor big. My body was a girl's too. It was very strange.

Okay Brian, don't panic. First, how did this thing happen? It's not normal. Maybe while I was sleeping? I don't know. Maybe I can search it on Google... Wait, what's Google? Or much of a better question, how do I know what Google is?

My Lord. I can know what this girl knew. Maybe I can see how people dress like in the future and how will schools be or how people live. Maybe on 2019 humans will live in other planets, but that's improbable. And maybe- what's this thing I'm on called 'Queen'? Extravagant. Here the girl knows that it was a rock band with a blonde guy, Roger Taylor, on drums; a child-looking boy, John Deacon, on bass; a clearly gay lad, Freddie Mercury, on main vocals and piano. And this Freddie dies? What's AIDS? Oh, on November the 24th 1991. I don't want this guy to die, I don't think he deserves it. After all, according to this girl, we're good friends and I don't think I'll be that stupid to have a worthless person as a friend because no one is worthless.

Wait I'm bisexu-

"Brian, dear. Are you up yet? I need you to help me later and breakfast is ready" the sweet voice of my mother reminded me.

What do I reply her? I'm still girl looking and she's far from my usual aspect. I don't want to lie to her but that's the only thing that will keep her from having a heart attack or something.

"Uhm, mom. I'm sorry but I'm not feeling well today. I don't think I can help you with Christmas. Sorry" I said. My voice forced into a low tone, that made it sound sick so I didn't really care.

"If you're feeling that bad I'll give you breakfast and a bit of work with your uncle's targets, okay sweetie? You're very good at those things, aren't you?"

"Thank you for understanding, mom. And for breakfast"

"Right. I'll be back in a second"

The only way to make this credible was to go to the bathroom and tell her to leave the tray on my bedroom. That wouldn't be very suspicious and she wouldn't have to look at my face.

The trip to the bathroom was successful and my plan with the tray and all too. Great. That only left me with the targets to my uncle an aunt and a completely useful day going to be wasted because of a wizard that came on through my window and put this spell on me.

I decided that mabye I could do the cards now and try to 'solve' this problem when I'm finished. I grabbed I few sheets of paper and my pencilcase. Maybe I'd draw something and write a letter, put a stamp and done. They won't be expecting anything else from a 13 year old kid, right? To enjoy more my task I ate breakfast while drawing a tiny rocket on the white Moon. Then I wrote a cliché Christmas letter and done. Now I just had to colour it. It seemed to be done by a 9 year old kid but I couldn't care less, I had bigger problems at the moment. Like if by knowing all that things about my future I could have changed it or maybe not. Most likely yes but I already knew quite a bit so a couple of things more won't hurt right? The damage is already done after all. I knew I would forget what I knew at the moment but if I made a list that nobody would ever see I wouldn't forget them. So here's my list: