Travelled Back Into The 1980s
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  • Reads 15
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 3
  • Time 17m
Ongoing, First published 3 days ago
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In the contemporary landscape of Providence, Rowena Harrison feels like a ghost-adrift in the hallways of Madison High, longing for a connection to the spirited past of the 1980s. Her obsession with the vibrant music, fashion, and carefree ethos of the decade is a balm for her isolation, where modern teenage life feels stiflingly mundane. But everything changes when Rowena discovers a mysterious book in the dusty corners of her school library, a relic infused with the youthful rebellion and pulsing energy of the era she adores.

One fateful afternoon, as she loses herself in the pages of her mother's old favorites, a swirling vortex of color and sound pulls her into a whirlwind, transporting her back in time to a pulsating world she once only dreamt of. In a familiar but foreign setting, packed with scrunchies, cassette tapes, and unforgettable faces, Rowena steps into the vibrant heart of an 80s party. Stripped of her ordinary life, she meets Ethan, a cool, free-spirited photographer who embodies everything she has romanticized. As she navigates this electric new landscape, Rowena encounters wild friendships, unexpected challenges, and the possibility of love.

"Travelled Back Into The 1980s" is a captivating tale of self-discovery, blending the nostalgia of the 1980s with the universal quest for belonging. As Rowena dances through this kaleidoscopic adventure, she soon learns that the past isn't just a chapter to be romanticized but a powerful force that shapes who we become. Will she find a way to reconcile her dreams with reality? Or will she realize that sometimes, the most transformative journeys happen when we embrace the echoes of our history and allow them to guide us forward?
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