Attention: All new readers the actual story officially starts on the 4th chapter!
Thanks! But, you can always read the original first three chapters if you want!
I slowly made my way to the bathroom floor, using the hallway walls for support. My migraine was like an intense bass solo, pounding on all sides of my head. I slide to the ground waiting for the meds to kick in. I tried to steady my breathing, in and out, I told my lungs, nice and steady. I felt something wet on my cheeks, the pain was obviously too much as tears streamed down my face and neck. With every passing minute, the pain continued to get worse, a ringing in my ears seemed to accompany the headache. It sounded like a dog whistle. The pain was unbearable, I started to cry harder, and then I blacked out.
As I slowly regained consciousness, I inspected my surroundings. This was definitely not my bedroom or bathroom. The walls were a light blue color and more importantly, the floor was clean. I sat up in the light blue bed that matched the walls, where am I? This is not my house; this doesn't look like a hospital. I reached for the clock that sat on a desk near the bed; it read 6:24 am, great. I got out of bed, looking down; I noticed I was no longer wearing the same clothes as yesterday. At least I hope it was yesterday, what if I've been in a coma for months or something… what if I have a brain tumor!? Oh god, I'm so scared and confused.
Leaving the room to try to find out what's happening, I saw my Mom in the kitchen, she was drinking a cup of coffee. "Mom, thank god! What happened to me?" I half-shouted at her. "If you're trying to get out of your first day of High School at McKinley, you're barkin' up the wrong tree." She continued to sip her coffee nonchalantly. I was dumbfounded, as far as I know, I'm going to Hamilton High not, McKinley, and I don't even think there is a McKinley High in Chandler.
Wait… isn't McKinley High where they go in Freaks and Geeks? Ok, that is so, not important. I turn my attention back to my mother, something's wrong, there's something just not right about her. My eyes drift down to her clothes, why do they look so… dated? They looked like 80's clothes, glancing around the kitchen; things start to fall into place. I was no longer in my own time-period. I had somehow gone to the past, and was the only one aware of it.