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A Drop In The Ocean Â«Part 1Â»

"Ms.Valentine? Do you know the answer?," my teacher asks me. I 
pull out one of my earphones and give him the answer. He asked 
for the formula of glucose. I know all this stuff. I study and 
even when I don't I know this. But one thing I don't know how to 
do is time travel. I'd go back in time and get Michael Jackson. 
All the science I know, I haven't came up with a time machine. 
2013 and NO ONE has come up with a time machine. Dam shame. The 
bell rings and I practically run home. I've decided to make my 
own time machine.
**

After a day and a night of researching and building foil with 
batteries and circuits I got nowhere. I threw it at the wall and 
cursed.

"I just wish I could teleport there! Fuck this time machine! 
It'll never work!"

I run to my bed and dive in. I pull the covers over my head and 
start crying. Why did he have to die? Of all people... A FUCKING 
LEGEND! The king of music. I wanted to meet him so bad. I've 
always been a fan of his and never once got to see him in person.  
Wishing for him is like wishing for rain, while standing in the 
desert. Not gonna happen. Wishes don't come true. Wishes never 
come true. But I just wanted to meet him..

****
I wake up and it's a perfect Saturday. My mom's cooking and it's 
bright and cool outside. I only know because my window is WIDE 
open. I get up and walk downstairs.

"Hun, what do you wanna eat?," my mom asks.

I'm hearing Cyndi Lauper. LOUD 80's music.. I look in the 
kitchen. It's old looking and my mom looks a bit younger. She's 
dressed in a unitard with tights and a headband. She's dancing 
like a psychopath while trying to cook. I look around the 
kitchen. Bunch of 80s stuff. We have glass bottle Coke and TAB 
soda. What the-

"Francelle! I got tickets to a concert on the radio!," my mom 
shouts over the music.

"Tickets to a Michael Jackson concert!!," she yells, again.

"Mom stop playing. He's been dead for 4 years," I frown at her.

"DEAD?! He's having a concert tonight!! He's on the BAD tour!," 
she jumps around.

"BAD TOUR!?!?!," I scream, and jump around. BAD TOUR!! 1988!!!

"AND YOU HAVE TICKETS MOM!!!," I point at her. She holds up the 
car keys.

"We have to drive down to the radio station!," she says.

I run upstairs. IM IN 1988!! Wait but Michael's too old for me.. 
I'm only 16. Day ruined. I'm not even legal. I look in my closet 
and confirm I'm in the 80s. These clothes though. Wowie I have 
some high waisted stuff. I wear some jeans, a white t-shirt and 
some hightop converse. Oh my God 1988!! I check in my pocket and 
feel a wallet. I pull it out. I. HAVE. AN. ID CARD!!! I'm 22!!! 
Day improved. Whole dam week improved. Eww then how old is my 
mom? When I was 16, she was 32! She's 44 now. She's old..anyways 
I'm legal, I'm in 1988, I am going to a Michael Jackson concert 
tonight and and I think my foil ball and batteries worked.
***

To Be Continued..
-MRJ

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