Back In Time
- LECTURES 12
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 3
En cours d'écriture5m
Dernière publication dim., avr. 22, 2018
I still couldn't reach the damn thing, even standing on my stool.
I stepped off the stool, making an effort to not falling off. I needed something to help me reach it. Perhaps a thick book would work.
I wasted no time as I began to rummage through the cardboard boxes which were literally all over the place.
As I was searching, something quite familiar caught my eye.
A very thick book was sitting in the middle of one of the boxes laying around. I used both my hands to take it.
It was no surprise that it was dusty, it seemed like an old book. I blew away the dust on the cover of the book. I coughed as I inhaled the dust coming from the book.
The book didn't really look like something I might have read. But as I took a closer look, I instantly remembered where the book was from.
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Samantha Kennedy, a depressed 17 year old. Her parents, Mel Mendes and John Kennedy got divorced when she was a little girl. She went back in time hoping to change the past to change it for the better. But she only made things worse for them and especially, Samantha
herself.
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d: April 2nd 2018
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