One Last Chance

A/N: I just copied and pasted this so here it is. My first novel I guess.

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Rated PG-13 for teen subjects, school shootings and sexual connotation

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Prologue:

"I'm going to try and stop them," Brooke hissed. Rebecca grabbed her arm and dragged her back under the table. "No!" she whispered fiercely. "They'll shoot you!" "They won't," Brooke assured her. "I know they won't."
Rebecca watched Brooke disappear into the vacant hallway, not sure whether to call her back or go after her. After all, Brooke was sure they wouldn't shoot her, and Rebecca trusted Brooke, so...?
A few minutes later, Rebecca heard screaming, then, the most frightful thing. Silence.

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Chapter One:

Rebecca's P.O.V

"C'mon, Rebecca," I heard Rachel, my roommate, call. "It's time to get to geography."
I hid my face in my pillow and whispered, "Give me a break, okay? You don't know what I've been through."
There was a pause. Then Rachel replied, "It's your decision. I guess I'll see you later."
I heard the door open and close, signaling that Rachel had left.
Sighing, I sat up in my bed. Today was the five year anniversary of the deaths of my friends Brooke Jones and Tyler Casey. They were killed in the Blackwell High shooting, led by Ryan Collins, Jake Sanchez and Xavier Reynolds, who was Brooke's boyfriend. Sure, I had played it cool for the last few years of high school, but now I wasn't ashamed to say that I missed my best friend and ex-boyfriend.
I forced myself to get out of bed, trying to push away bad thoughts and memories that still haunted me.
Suddenly, there were bright, white lights beside me, and then there was a large man in white clothes standing next to me. I jumped a little bit, surprised.
"Rebecca," he said, arms crossed. "The elders sent me. They're giving you a chance to change what happened at Blackwell." Well, I thought. You sure jump to the point.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. "You mean... The shooting?"
"Precisely," the man nodded. "Ok, I'm Harvey, I'm a whitelighter, and I'm supposed to transport you back in time." He moved his arm and a swirling portal appeared.
"Wait!" I yelled. "What do I do?"
"You change time!" Harvey yelled, pushing me in. First there was darkness. Then a bright white light, and I was eighteen again.

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Chapter Two:

Rebecca's P.O.V

*Flashback*

*My alarm clock rang, signaling that it was time to get up and go to school. Another day of learning and teaching and a bunch of other stuff. I got up and started getting ready, putting on my denim jeans and my orange 'Blackwell High Band' t-shirt. Then, I happened to glance at my calendar. October 8, 2010.*

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I sat up straight, surprised to find myself at home, in bed, dressed in my Blackwell High athletic t-shirt and shorts. My alarm clock was ringing, a red flashing light Brooke and I had installed when I we were sophomores, blinking on and off.
I turned the alarm off and started searching around the- my room. I found a picture of my first cross country meet and a LSU tigers hat that my cousin had given me. Then I saw a calendar.
I went over to the calendar and looked at the date. It read, Friday, October 8. I flipped it over. 2010. Four days before the shooting.
Next thing I knew, I was on the floor, with Brooke standing right next to me.
"Rebecca?" Brooke asked. "Are you okay?" I stared at her in shock for a second. This was Brooke. This was my best friend.
"Oh, uh, yeah," I stuttered. "I'm, uh, fine. Uh, what time is it?" "Almost seven," she replied. "Don't worry, we'll get to school on time." "Oh, uh, yeah... yeah."
Brooke looked at me sideways. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Yeah," I replied. "Just give me a sec."
"Okay." Brooke exited.
I looked around in bewilderment. The whitelighter was right. I was changing time.