11:11

Maggie and Diandra were sitting in the large bed staring at the bright television screen in front of them. They heard the low blares of the Law and Order: True Crime theme song along with the words appearing with it.

"You know," Diandra said, her face starring straight at the screen popping popcorn into her mouth. "I wish there was a way we could go back in time and help those boys."

"What do you mean?" Maggie asked her friend also popping a kernel into her mouth.

"Like if we could go back in time and stop this from happening," Diandra clarified, "when they committed that crime they didn't know what was going to happen."

"And we know what happens," Maggie replied, "and we could make sure they don't go to jail."

"Exactly." Diandra responded.

"I guess I wish we could go back in time too," Maggie said, "they don't deserve to be in prison."

At that moment the clock sitting on the bedside table struck the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour, after that it all went black.
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Maggie woke up with a head rush, the bed went from so soft and cozy, to hard and grassy smelling. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in fact sleeping on the hard grassy ground.

"Diandra," she called out, a deep groan escaped her mouth. "Diandra wake up!" She flicked her on her forehead and she shot up, her face full of confusion.

"Where are we?" Diandra asked, they both examined their surroundings, how did they get there. Maggie then looked over and saw something that seemed so familiar, she then realized where she was.

"Diandra," she said to get her attention, she looked over at her friend and waited for her continue. "Look." She pointed over to the house a few yards away that was all to familiar.

"Is that-" Diandra was saying before being cut off.

"The Menendez house." Both girls looked at each other screaming in the inside.

"Oh my god!" Both girls screamed in unison, "were in in 89!"