Mysteries of the Past

Chapter 2: Only the Beginning

       Hi! I'm Flora and I go to Rocky View High School. My life is kind of complicated. I mean everyone's life is. I live in a world where you can't even make some decisions for yourself. That hasn't started for me yet thankfully! If you're confused let me fill you in. So basically, once you turn 6 you have to start making decisions for your older self. It could be the smallest things or even the biggest things. I just recently learned this a couple years ago. Keep in mind I just turned 16 today so I mean I'm still processing some of this even 2 years later! It's all very confusing, I know but you will understand soon. Anyways, this is my story and you are gonna come along with me for the journey. 

        I was laying their in bed, staring out my window, dreading the feelings of not being able to sleep when suddenly I hear my alarm go off. It went from peaceful to me wanting to throw my alarm and go back to sleep. I stood up regardless of how I felt, and turned off my alarm. I started to walk to my bathroom to do my morning routine when I hear something  hit my window. I was so confused and honestly kind of nervous. I walked over their anyways like a dummy would and I look down just to see my friend, Elliot. Standing there. Staring at me. He then proceeds to wave at me so obviously I wave back. 

"Come in Elliot! I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind if you came in for breakfast!", I yelled out the window. Elliot came inside and walked up the stairs to find me brushing my teeth. A couple minutes passed after that and then we both went down to dining room table for breakfast. 

"I think my mom made us waffles with strawberries on top. Honestly my favorite. I haven't had them in forever though!" I said in an excited voice. 

"Dude, I know haha!" Elliot said as he was giggling. 

"Anyways, I know you just turned 16 a couple days ago so have you even had anything happened yet or has your younger self made any choices for you?" I asked.

"No. Surprisingly. I am curious as of what decisions my younger self made for me. I hope its nothing serious like unplug your grandma or something! Hahaha!", Elliot said. I really didn't know what to say so I just decided not to say anything. After that there was just pure silence. After we ate our breakfast, we decided to start head to school. I was wondering if he had forgotten or not. I was honestly starting to get kind of sad because I thought he did forget until he stops and starts rumbling through his backpack. I was confused but I had just figured he was looking for his homework. Until, he pulls out these really pretty lavender hair clips.

     He hands them to me and says "Happy Birthday Flora. I hope 16 treats you well.". He smiled and so I smiled back and then grabbed them. I looked down at the hair clips and admired them. They were the prettiest color ever and they had gorgeous gems that sparkled when the sun hit them. I tried to speak but it's like I forgot how to. Then I look above my head and see two options. I was confused until I read them. The first one said, "Be appreciative, give him a hug, say thank you, and go on with your day" I thought oh that's not that bad. Until I read the second one and my face was in shock. The second option had said, "Slap him and tell him you hate it. Then walk away.". Right after I was done reading them, one of the options lit up green. I had known exactly what was happening at this point. Before I could even think I started moving.

       "I hate it so much! This is the worst present ever. I can't believe you think I'm worth a hair clip!" I screamed. I then slapped him and walked away. As I was walking away, I had no idea what just happened but I felt horrible. I was dreading this whole idea already. I had wished I was 15 again or even 6 so maybe I could change my decision but I knew that wasn't possible. I kept walking and walking. Each step, going faster. I knew I had just lost my best friend. I couldn't say anything about it though.

    10 minutes had gone past and I finally arrived to my homeroom class. I sat down. Got out my books and zoned out right after that. I was just imagining how he felt or how he feels. I then remembered he was in my homeroom. I turn around to look at his desk but I only turn around to see no one there. I had wondered where he was. I raised my hand. The teacher then calls on me.

    "Is Elliot here today Mr. Vega?", I asked. 

    "No. He is absent Flora." said Mr. Vega.

     "Thank you.", I said. I was confused. Maybe it was what my younger self had decided for me. I tried not to stress about it so much, but I just couldn't stop thinking about it. He could be doing something to himself. He could maybe even be talking shit on me for all I know. I know he was already in a bad state of mind so I could have just made it worse. I don't know what to think. Then suddenly I hear running coming from down the hallway. The whole class turns towards the door. Then finally they arrive at our classroom. You will never guess who was there. A whole swat team! Why are they here? I don't know. I only had one idea but I knew that was nearly impossible... or maybe it wasn't?