So I was born in the wrong era. The universe has my birth off by around 50 years. It is 2013 and I have come to the realization that this is wrong, it is all wrong, I shouldn't be here, I should be wearing an elegant, mid calf length dress in baby blue. I should be attending a high school in Central New York . The year should be 1963 and it should be the ultimate time for the Beatles.
I quite often go against my fathers word by attending dances with my fellow classmates. My older brother i constantly driving his girlfriend around in his brand new car he was allowed to have if he restored it.
My biggest worry in life at this moment is that my yellow dress will be ready by Friday for the annual school dance. This year I am going and it will be spectacular. HE is picking me up at 6 on Friday at the park near my grandparents house, because my father doesn't approve of the dance or HIS family. Apparently back in 1947 his parents were caught at what my dad calls corner of shame and disgrace to the society. I don't how grudges as he does.
I am dresses in my casual pink satin dress that I quite often wear to school. On my right shoulder was a bag full of makeup, my dress, shoes, and a shawl. I ran out the back door while yelling to my mother, " see you tomorrow mom I will be at my friends!" Se nodded and I was off. I walked three blocks to her house. When I got inside we hurriedly got ready and walked to the park at a quarter of six. Three minutes early, he should up. My friend saw him first and squeezed my shoulder saying, " he is here...." For a brief second I didn't move, many thoughts were running through my head, "Should I do this? I can still run? NO! Stay." I slowly inhaled, then as I turned my head I remembered to exhale. Just as I turned to look I heard a pop right in front of me.
I blinked and realized I was sitting in a desk at my school in Oklahoma and I saw my 5th period English teacher staring directly at me......Angry.
