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Tuesday, September 23, 1997
Ron's truck stopped in the driveway. Metallica spilling out of the rust
and pock-marks of the truck. I laughed to myself. Ron in 2018 is making
enough money to drive a Lexus, or rather his wife is. His music taste has
changed too.
The music stopped as I walked out of the house and down the front porch.
I opened the passenger door and threw my backpack onto the seat. Behind
the steering wheel was a younger Ron. While Ron is older than I am by a
few months, it's just I haven't seen him this young in such a long time.
"Hey man, long time no see," I say out of habit.
"Geez, sorry Chrissy, I'm not running THAT late," he responded.
"Chrissy?" I thought to myself. "This is going to be a weird day," I
hopped into the cab put my seat-belt on.
"Happy Birthday," he said as he put the gear shift into reverse and
started drifting out of my parent's driveway. "Thanks," I responded.
He reached over to his stereo and pressed play and Metallica resumed
blaring. My seat vibrated. That's right, Ron had put a massive sub-woofer
under his truck's bench seat. He put the shift the gears as he sped
through the streets the wind was blowing through my open window. I
chuckled to myself. I think I actually missed this.
Typically Tony and Ron would ride to school in silence as dudes tend to
do first thing in the morning. It appears Christina and Ron have the same
ritual. I took this opportunity to zip open my backpack and pull out my
school binder.
I found Christina's class schedule. I scanned it. It looks vaguely
familiar. English, Pre-calculus, AP Computer Science, Lunch, Gym,
Physics, Modern Programming, and Band. I have a strong feeling this is
what my schedule looked like my senior year too. I committed my homeroom
room number to memory and put everything back in my backpack.
I'm not going to lie. I was pretty nervous. And excited at the same
thing. Grad school was almost 8 years ago for me, but that wasn't nearly
as angst inducing as High School can be. But there's something exciting
about changing up the routine. After all I wasn't going to work today. I
didn't have to see my boss and listen to him tell me that I'm the best
worker he has but he doesn't have the budget to promote me or give me a
raise. There's also the added anxiety of returning to MY high school.
"It's funny," I thought to myself. "I was supposed to see these people
today anyway had I actually gone to that reunion."
My thoughts were interrupted by Ron who lowered the volume of the stereo
said. "Are you excited yet?"
Wait, was he reading my mind? He must be talking about my birthday. "Oh
yeah" I said. "I have my drivers test after school"
"Not about that, Tony," he responded. "About getting your wish
fulfilled."
I was stunned. For the umpteenth time today. I lost count already.
Ron looked over and noticed my jaw opened. "I'm sorry for surprising you.
It's me from last night. You asked for a second chance with all of your
experiences, and I gave it to you. In a very awesome tasting beverage I
might add."
Wait. What's going on here. Was Ron the bartender, or the bartender was
Ron, or did Ron hire someone to fuck with me. Or was Ron some sort of
time traveler who just screwed up the multiverse. "Ron?" I asked not sure
what I was actually asking.
"Oh, I'm not Ron," he said. "I'm just temporarily inhabiting his body so
I can talk to you. We didn't get to really talk last night after you
rushed out."
Well, that's a relief. I was about to question my longest friendship had
Ron actually been a multiverse traveling bartender. "I have a lot of
questions," I immediately tell him.
"I bet you do," he (or she) said. "We don't have too much time because
we're almost to your school. So you get 3 questions. Hopefully you ask
the right ones," he chuckled.
"OK," I said. "Is this some kind of dream? Can I go home?"
"No, it's not a dream," he said. "You're actually in 1997. I exist
outside the plain of what you call time. You can go home after you've
completed your tasks"
"So it was time travel. So what tasks? Wait," I said. "If this is merely
1997, then why am I a girl name Christina?"
"It's really important to the tasks at hand that you don't go through the
same motions that Tony did the first time around," he said. "This is a
gift I'm giving to you. You asked for a second chance to change your
life. Changing you into Christina will... nudge you... into making
different decisions than you would have if you were Tony."
She continued. "The gender change was on top of the time manipulation.
Don't worry, you might have already noticed that I also adjusted your
personal effects, and friends and family's memories to reflect that you
were always a female named Christina. I have to say, it was pretty easy
considering you didn't have many acquaintances."
"Way to rub it in," I responded.
"Don't worry," He added. "If you complete your mission, I can reverse the
same process. You can return to 2018, and everyone's memories of the next
several days will be changed to think you were a guy."
"If?" I let this new information sink in for a moment. So that explains
why Christina's life up until now seems so similar to mine.
"So what are my tasks. When can I go home?" I inquired.
"You already asked your 3 questions." He laughed.
"That was only 2!"
"Is this a dream? Can I go home? were two separate questions and
answers," he explained.
He saw me speechless then added. "OK Tony, since I like you and you left
a generous tip last night, I'll answer that question. I'm going to give
you two weeks to put right that went wrong."
I raised my eyebrow at the Quantum Leap reference. "You know your pop-
culture." The bartender, or whatever he or she was certainly knew how to
get through to my inner nerd.
He continued. "I figured I'd keep your cultural references to your own
life time as of last night. I can start taking in 2038 pop culture
references if you really like. But anyway - to answer your last question.
You told me you last night that had a wish list of things you wanted
accomplished if you had a second chance. Do that."
This overwhelming. So I asked the next logical question. "Are you God?" I
asked.
"The creator?" he responded. "Nah. It's hard to explain as your regions,
mythologies, and language don't adequately describe what I am. But the
closest analogy would be I'm more of a guardian angel, but even that
description doesn't isn't accurate."
"OK," I said. "Two weeks you said? I suppose I can do this for 2 weeks."
"Good. I was worried I made a mistake choosing you last night," the
guardian angel replied. "I'm going to assume you know what to do. I'll
come back ti check on you later." Ron went silent and focused on driving.
I stared at Ron to see if the angel had left him.
He responded, "What's up? Want a different track?" He pressed next on his
CD player. A different Metallica song came on, and he raised the volume,
unaware he had lowered it earlier.
Ron pulled his truck into the high school's student parking lot and
parked it. He shut off the car and music. "Am I taking you home after
Band practice this afternoon?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "I have to be home for my driving test."
"Cool beans," he replied as we both got out of the truck.
* * *
Ron and I parted ways after we entered the school building. I stood there
as other high schoolers walked past me. A long corridor of lockers
greeted me. It didn't occur to me to figure out my locker number let
alone my combination. I guess I'll figure that out later.
I walked into home room. It's been 20 years since I walked into this
room. I hardly even recognized any of my classmates. I recognized the
teacher. Mrs.... never mind I forgot her name. Crap. I think I should
give myself some personal homework when I get home to scan all my old
yearbooks to put names with faces.
I don't remember which seat I used to sit in, so I found an empty desk in
the middle of the room. Hopefully this one is mine. The morning
announcements started over the PA system.
I know you've never time traveled 20 years in a single night, but let me
tell you how visibly noticeable it actually is. My classmates were
actually talking to each other. No cell phones. No checking texts or
Facebook. No selfies. And the clothes. The late 90's were in full force
here. Plaid and argyle for miles.
I put my backpack down and started to pull out my binder when someone
walked up to the desk in front of me. I looked up.
It was Fay. My crush. Oh my god. My heart skipped and long forgotten
memories resurfaced about how much I pined over her. She stood over me,
her silhouette in front of the classroom's florescent lights made a halo
around her. She smiled at me.
"Hi!" she continued smiling. "Good morning!"
"Good Morning Fay," I said still memorized. I realized my mouth was open,
so I consciously closed it before I drooled.
Fay and I go go back. Farther than Ron and myself. We were inseparable in
3rd grade. Then puberty happened. I got awkward, and she got new friends.
To her credit, she was always friendly to me. Maybe that's why I crushed
on her hard until I went to college and I never saw her again. I'm
crushing hard on her now. She must think I'm a freak.
A thought just occurred to me. "Am I in your desk?"
"Yeah" she said, "but we can swap desks today." I slowly rotated in my
seat so as she went past me and placed her backpack on the desk directly
behind me.
"What did you think of last night's reading?" she said.
"Oh," I said. Crap. "What reading?"
"Catcher in the Rye," she said. "We were supposed to read the first few
chapters."
"Catcher in the Rye!" I responded. "God, I hated that book."
"So you read the whole thing?" she said surprised.
Quick Tony, think of something quick. "Yeah, I read it 20 years ago."
Crap. Don't tell her the truth. Fix it. "I mean I at least I skimmed it
enough so I can BS my way through class" I said. That was still the truth
20 years ago too. I appears Fay still triggers the same lack of filter,
word-vomit in me today, as she did 20 years ago.
"That's so funny, Chrissy," she said. "Good luck with that strategy."
Fay saying Christina's name just made me fall out of the clouds and back
down to earth. Crap. I forgot I wasn't Tony for a few seconds there. Now
Fay must really think I'm a freak.
Just then the morning announcements ended. "Good Morning, pass up your
homework", Mrs. I-forgot-her-name said while closing the door. Shit.
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