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123!ABC! *Love Is Magical*4
Thanks for all the for my last two chapters! Oh im soo soorry! i forgot to number the second one! opppsss! anyway! Heres the 3rd one! enjoy! I landed on the floor with a thud. It hurt. I seemed to have landed on a wooden floor. I got up and looked around. I was in very old looking room. It looked a little like my room except for my wii, my big screen tv, and my laptop was gone. Did I passout and got robbed durring it? Unbeliveable! I ran down stairs, yelling. Me: MOM! DAD! MOM? dad? ... what happened to all our to all our stuff! Our fridge was even different! I ran past the living room where my parents where. Then I ran back in. Me:Ma! Dad! We've been robbed! Mom: We have been here for the whole day.... Dad: Yeah...we've been here the whole time sweetie... Me:No we haven't i dont even think this is our house! I stood up and walked around. I spotted an old calender. It read 1987. Me: and look at this calender! Its not even on the right day! It 2010! Mom: Oh no! Its finally happened! I walked toward her. mom and dad looked scarred. like the time i first fell down. Me: What are you talking about! What happened? Dad:...Yes...Its finally happened... Me: What the hell has happened? Dad: Being a celebrity has finally made you crack... Mom: my poor baby! I think you might have memory loss too... Me: what im not a celebrity... MY mom got up to hold me but i pushed her away. I ran up stairs. I looked through my closet. Where were all my clothes? Why were all these ugly clothes in my closet? I fell to the ground on my knees. Wheres all my cute shoes? I stopped everything. I could hear my parents coming up the stairs. I ran to my door and locked it. My phone! My cell was in my pocket! I pulled it out. It was the same as always. My blue rumor 2 keyboard phone. the calender was wrong! But it followed satalite! it couldn't be wrong! An I going insane!? It said june 16, 1987. The world seemed to stop. Then i heard a knock at my door. Mom: Sweetie....are you okay... Me:Oh im fine...Just had a...a..bad dream! yeah a bad dream! that's it! I...uhhh....my dream was just sooo real! Dad: if you say your alright...by the way... michael jackson has invited you to his concert... in japan...you'd better pack now.. i heard their footsteps grow faint as they went down the hall.I pulled out my phone. and went to internet and then google. I searched my name. it said i was a pop star/actress/model. This cant be true. I ran to the mirror. I made a sad, depressed face. I almost made myself cry just looking at me. I sung a note. It came out way better than i thought. I walked to the other side of my room. I walked so gracefully and smoothly! It felt so natural...Could all this stuff be for real? Thoughts swarmed around my head. I turned my head and notice a beautiful women that appeared to be me! I looked closer. My hair was more sliky and longer. My eyes where now a electric blue instead of the normal dusty chocolate brown. My normal tan skin was now more glowy and tanner. This is so impossible! I grabbed a empty notebook from my drawer. I wrote notes down to help me figure stuff out. Lets see... *no electronics *no new clothes *calender says 1987 *I'm a model/actrees/singer? ... ... ... Could i really be in the past? Am i really in the year 1987? Only one way to find out. I ran to the garage and fliped on the light. Where is my red covertable???!!!? I almost passed out. but i held on to the thershold of the door. There were 3 cars instead. All rolls-roycies. They were nice but was my car? I open the garage and looked out side. a bunch of old cars were outside instead of the up to date cars! It was like everyone made a car from pieces from the junk yard! I ran back to my room. And grabbed my notebook again. *no electronics *no new clothes *calender says 1987 *I'm a model/actrees/singer? *This is REAL! ------------- I think i had an emiphany! I remember how to act! and all the acting things i have ever done. I think i understand now! The more I except things and the more i do, in this time era, the more memory i'll get from this life! I just have to bear through this life and i can go back home! and meeting michael jackson might be one of those goals! (To be continued)
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