YAY!! FF gave me back my uploading privelages. (Angel cheers loudly)
Anyway, OK, yes I KNOW the concept has been done before, but I had a dream
about this and I just NEEDED to get it out!! I hope you guys don't mind TOO
much, (as I have a feeling you won't, as long as you get to read about
Danny, right? J/K). Anyways, this is another one of those girl goes back in
time stories, but I hope you guys will like it. Read and review!!! AngelD
Oh, and as you know, I only own Grace.
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Summary: What if you were sent back in time to change history, a history that you knew? Would you let it play out or would you deliberately change it like you were supposed to? Here's Grace's story.
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Driving through the downtown part of her hometown of Santa Monica, Grace Sanders, affectionately known as Gracie, let her mind wander and think about things in her life. Not that she had much to worry about. She was seventeen and graduating a year earlier than she should have been. But she wasn't complaining much about that.
'A better excuse to get outta my house!' she'd been known to exclaim to envious friends who didn't have the privilege of graduating early.
Her long dark blond hair blew in the wind as she rolled her window down, the sounds of Nelly "taking his clothes off" blaring from her radio. Scanning the intersection with her shockingly blue eyes, she slightly slow down, she flipped the blinker to indicate she was turning right.
'Man, why'd I have to stay at the library so long? Shakespeare could've waited til' morning,' she whined to herself, as she noticed it was eleven o'clock at night.
Pulling into her driveway, she turned her car off and walked into her house. Walking in, she noticed piles of papers scattered about the living room. She smiled to herself as she realized her dad had stayed up waiting for her, but hadn't quite made it. Gently taking her father's reading glasses off her face, she covered her with the blanket hanging on the back of the couch.
"Night Dad," she whispered, and made her way up the stairs.
"What if the world were a little more perfect, would you stop your cryin', or would you take the leap," Grace sang softly to herself as she brushed out her long hair.
'Maybe I should get it cut,' she thought, staring thoughtfully at her reflection. 'OR, maybe you should GO TO BED!' she replied sarcastically.
"Okay, now I'm really going insane. Talking to myself," she said, shaking her head.
She climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
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Sunlight streamed through the windows, waking Grace up. She grumpily groaned as someone shook her shoulder and told her it was time to wake up.
"Five more minutes, Mom. Please," she begged, squeezing her eyes shut, savoring the momentary darkness.
"Grace, get up," the person said firmly.
"Okay, I'm up!" she exclaimed. "Let's not go postal."
Opening her eyes, she felt her heart stop in her chest. She blinked her eyes, and looked around. She was surrounded by women, clearly dressed in forties' style clothing, bustling around the room, prepping themselves.
Shrinking back into her covers she whispered to herself, "Where the hell am I?"
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Love it, hate it? Let me know. Reviews are my life force!! Kay, that was just a joke, but I think you guys get the basic meaning, right? RIGHT?
Oh, and as you know, I only own Grace.
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Summary: What if you were sent back in time to change history, a history that you knew? Would you let it play out or would you deliberately change it like you were supposed to? Here's Grace's story.
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Driving through the downtown part of her hometown of Santa Monica, Grace Sanders, affectionately known as Gracie, let her mind wander and think about things in her life. Not that she had much to worry about. She was seventeen and graduating a year earlier than she should have been. But she wasn't complaining much about that.
'A better excuse to get outta my house!' she'd been known to exclaim to envious friends who didn't have the privilege of graduating early.
Her long dark blond hair blew in the wind as she rolled her window down, the sounds of Nelly "taking his clothes off" blaring from her radio. Scanning the intersection with her shockingly blue eyes, she slightly slow down, she flipped the blinker to indicate she was turning right.
'Man, why'd I have to stay at the library so long? Shakespeare could've waited til' morning,' she whined to herself, as she noticed it was eleven o'clock at night.
Pulling into her driveway, she turned her car off and walked into her house. Walking in, she noticed piles of papers scattered about the living room. She smiled to herself as she realized her dad had stayed up waiting for her, but hadn't quite made it. Gently taking her father's reading glasses off her face, she covered her with the blanket hanging on the back of the couch.
"Night Dad," she whispered, and made her way up the stairs.
"What if the world were a little more perfect, would you stop your cryin', or would you take the leap," Grace sang softly to herself as she brushed out her long hair.
'Maybe I should get it cut,' she thought, staring thoughtfully at her reflection. 'OR, maybe you should GO TO BED!' she replied sarcastically.
"Okay, now I'm really going insane. Talking to myself," she said, shaking her head.
She climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
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Sunlight streamed through the windows, waking Grace up. She grumpily groaned as someone shook her shoulder and told her it was time to wake up.
"Five more minutes, Mom. Please," she begged, squeezing her eyes shut, savoring the momentary darkness.
"Grace, get up," the person said firmly.
"Okay, I'm up!" she exclaimed. "Let's not go postal."
Opening her eyes, she felt her heart stop in her chest. She blinked her eyes, and looked around. She was surrounded by women, clearly dressed in forties' style clothing, bustling around the room, prepping themselves.
Shrinking back into her covers she whispered to herself, "Where the hell am I?"
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Love it, hate it? Let me know. Reviews are my life force!! Kay, that was just a joke, but I think you guys get the basic meaning, right? RIGHT?