I’m presuming you have a decent level of intelligence if you are about to even attempt to read and understand the general concept of what I am about to explain.

 

WARNING: This contains a very philosophical context of reading, enjoy!

 

Let’s use your initiative here, think openly about this!

 

You are presented with a time machine; you can go wherever, whenever you want to your chosen, designated place. However for every time-travel you make – ten years of your current life will be deducted.

 

After making a time-travel you only have two months to adapt and live it, then you must return to your present life. Obviously back home no-one will have noticed nor realised you have gone, time is frozen as you time-travel.

 

So do you accept this life changing opportunity?
Do you enter the time-machine, or do you decline?

Do you believe you shouldn’t change fate?

 

On the 21st December 2012, at exactly 11:11 AM – the world is supposedly going to end. You could theoretically, change that. You could change the world. You could save the world. You are invincible, but beware of the ten years you will loose while doing so.

 

A slight problem has occurred, this is real, this is me, and I’m going to tell you something… Something has gone wrong, majorly; I have made a life changing decision.

 

Infact the situation I have just presented you with, is infact the situation I’m in right now.

 

I took the opportunity, and now I’m somehow stuck in the year 2012. I’m on my second time-travel, my first was to see if the world did end on the 21st of December, 2012, and it did. I’ve went to relive from the 22nd November 2012 – 21st December 2012, except I’ve just been informed something has went wrong with the time machine.

 

Tomorrows date will be the 26th November 2012, which means I have less than a month to get myself back to 2010; I am no longer invincible.

 

While watching the world end from my time-machine, I figured there was no way of stopping this natural occurrence.

 

The cataclysmic pole shift hypothesis created many severe floods and tectonic events, as predicted by hundreds of scientists – as a result of this I watched thousands of people die, and there was nothing I could do about it. I mean what was I supposed to do – fit everyone inside my time-machine?

 

You’re probably wondering how I was given this not-so-wonderful opportunity. I mean it’s not a very likely occurrence. So I’ll tell you…

 

 

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“Well, this is… certainly… different?”

I was lost for words. All I knew was it smelt disgustingly. The foisty smell clinged to my clothes.

 

The reputation of the house was unknown; previous owners refused to comment, which I thought was odd. I felt extremely inquisitive as opposed to why the house was ancient, Victorian, classy and elegant, simply beautiful – but yet there were no comments from previous owners.

 

Once the house was fitted in with several air fresheners, I’m sure it’d be perfect.

 

The estate agent seemed to not be letting on more than he actually knew. I was watching his every move. He kept fidgeting with his hands. He avoided eye contact. So much for promoting the house! He was giving off negative vibes left, right and center.

 

I ran up the dark-pined wooden stairs, it looked like a mansion from the outside and along the corridor it looked just like one too.

 

I wanted to check out the bedrooms, and since I’m most likely to be living here for the next – well god knows how long, I may as well pick out a decent room for myself.

 

I glanced at the room facing me, without any hesitation – I dashed into the room, what I could only describe as: magical. It looked so stereotypical, just like a fairytale. For all I am no ‘girly-girl’, this looked like heaven. However, if I had known and realised all the problems it was about to bring, I would have never chosen that room.

 

I now think of it as dire, yes – dire. The complete opposite to what I initially thought.

 

The estate agent who was trying to sell the house was trying to be diplomatic about how nice the house was, clearly not diplomatic enough for me to realise this. He was doing his utmost best to discourage my parents from buying the house, but evidently there was no stopping them.

 

I’m great at picking up on negative vibes. Unfortunately my parents don’t have that skill, and are somewhat incredibly naïve at times. So yes, you guessed it – they bought the house.

 

So my feelings towards my room were amazing, I mean I thought it was perfect. I felt a little discontent after the first week – for all it was immaculate and gorgeous, it just felt weird. I presumed it was because it was the first time I’d moved house, and because I’d lived in my previous house all my life, a whole sixteen years.

 

After pacing up and down several times and taking a look at my new room, I noticed something, something antique, and something special.

 

It was a grandfather clock, and that is when my life changed.

 

TO BE CONTINUED, perhaps?