⏳|from the future.|

one night, an old lady where preparing her granddaughter for bed getting her all tucked in and cozy, yet as she was about to leave the little girl spoke in a soft sweet tone, ”grandma.?” the old lady’s head turned gently to look at the small girl, the night light that was plugged into the wall lighting up the room just enough for the girl to feel safe “Yes my dear, what the matter” she said in reply bringing a smile to her face, still looking at the girl “Can you read me a bedtime story..” the little girls voice trailed in a soft spoken tone, the grandmothers smile got a bit bigger before she stepped back into the room closing the door, stepping over to the young girls bedside table and grabbing a huge chapter book, she took a seat right next to her granddaughter before letting out a soft sigh “Okay, but it’s going to be a long one..” the old lady’s finger moved to open the cover of the hard shelled book “It all started with a group of kids, who went back in time.” her voice slowly disappeared off in the distance until.. the sight of a sidewalk full of snow appeared, gathered around a lamppost were a group of teens , 19, and 18. They all seemed to have serious expressions but those people looked familiar. Of course you should remember, one of them was.. you. But not just you. It was a group of your friends, Rico, micha, and Clair who were there that day..You all had on your snow coats, gloves beanies and whatnot, you looked over and saw a tiny gadget in Rico’s hand as he fidgeted with it.. while everyone took there last moments. Rico:“are you guys sure about this.. this could change our whole future. The whole world even.” ricos voice echoed through your mind before you heard the others speak Clair: that’s what the goddamn point is Rico.! We can’t just stand around and let people think we’re criminals. Micha: “yeah I agree with her man.. I mean, if we want to have normal lives, then we don’t have a choice..” the both of them said while you stared ahead zoned out until, something in your mind clicked.. what they were referring to. Back when all of you were in 9th grade, there was a school shooting, it was gorey, blood splattered everywhere everyone died, expect you four including two staff members, once it got out on the news you all had expected people to feel sympathy for you but instead people called you murderers, after everything u went through and had to see, you got called murderers. That went on for years until now. You guys were only kids. You didn’t know any better.. so it wasn’t your fault but now it’s up to you four to fix what happened to make things better.. suddenly your eyes went back to focus as you all noticed Rico stepping over to a clear space away from you All in the corner of your eye, placing down the gadget he pressed a button, taking a few steps back you all watched the gadget expand in size, enough to fit all of you inside, Rico’s head turned over to the three of you his eyes never leaving until he spoke Rico:”well then. Lets go” stepping over in the machine the snow crunching under his feet, he waited patiently before the three of you quickly walked towards it stepping inside as well. It looked like a photo-booth just a bit bigger so you were all skeptical.. but with one press of a button there was a bright flash then everything went black. It seemed to have took a picture but the machine got back small disappearing with you all the only thing left behind being a picture of you all in the booth laying the snow.. the next thing you know, your waking up in your old house.. on a Tuesday morning before it all happened. Your old room it was filled with the light of sunshine, your were in your old pjs you even got shorter. You groaned softly rubbing your eyes as you sat up looking around the room feeling a small throbbing pain in your head but before you could even think you heard a familiar voice “{{user}}!, start getting ready for school we’re leaving in a few minutes!” it was your mom.. shouting from downstairs.. it sound just the same from that day.. slowly getting out of bed you walk over to your mirror and stare at yourself, your friends waking up in there own homes having whatever happened in the past happen now, you wondered, wondering if this was a good idea. You didn’t expect this to work but it did so now here you where, back in the past, you hoped that this would all work out for you and your friends.. but there’s no turning back now.. all you could do is hope and pray. That this was a good idea.