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The simple story of the life almost being fucked up, it all started in the year 2038, in a big white modern house in the suburb of Seattle. You know what they say, 'Once it begins there, It ends there'. This house belonged to a family of six; two parents and four children. The oldest being a teenage girl named Charlotte, or Charlie, given by her family. Having brunette hair and radiating blue eyes. An exact look-a-like of her mother. The intelligence of her father and some of her strong and stubborn traits from her mother as well. She was what you called, the perfect combination of the two.
The story starts as Charlie argues with her father, a phone application inventor, about app testing, which he never allows her to do.
" Come on dad! All I want to do is be a tester for your new application!" She says following her father down the long hall.
" How many times am I going to tell you Charlotte," He says turning to her. " It's not that I don't trust you, but my new application is different than any other ones and I'll need a professional." He adds.
" That's what you said about the last app and it was for nail polish!"
" Please Charlotte. I'm busy. I promise, the next one." He says. He continues to walk down the hallway and turns into his office. The door slides shut. She stands there with her arms crossed. A strand of her long hair moves in front of her face. She it moves away with a simple blow from her lips. She stomps her foot and runs up the stairs nearby. She runs off to her bedroom that reads, 'Hormonal Teenager Alert' on a poster, duct taped to the door. Her mom loves that sign. She kicks the dirty clothes on the wooden floor, throws a teen magazine at the wall and then hops into her glass hanging chair, plugging her ear pieces into her ears. Hitting play on the glass screen on the chair, she plays the 2011 song ' You're Not Stubborn' by Two Door Cinema Club. Thinking to herself, how could she prove herself to her dad, she leans back and closes her eyes. Not looking over to her see-through laptop as her friends try to contact her. Getting lost in the song.
Later that Evening,
Charlie
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I sit in the large white kitchen, at the kitchen island, trying to eat my favorite desert. Yes, trying. Trying has never been in my food vocabulary. My mom washes the dishes in front of me with her long hair in a pony tail. I could hear my younger brothers and sister playing a game of Hunger Games on their game station, in the living room. Brother Ryder is three years younger than me, being fifteen. I am a verified teenager. Then Jade and Jay both being eleven years old. I love them but, they can be annoying too.
" Why so down?" Mom asks. " I could practically hear the teenage angst songs coming from your bedroom."
" It's just that, dad promised me that I would be able to test his most recent app but now he won't let me because it requires a 'professional'." I reply. Motioning the quotation marks with my fingers for 'professional'.
" You're eighteen Charlie. Your dad always worries about his apps and he doesn't want you to get hurt." My dad did say my full name. " You know how he is, making sure everything and everyone that he loves is safe and sound. Not to mention, your the first child." She adds, drying the last plate.
" I understand where you're going with this but, I got a driver's license, a debit card, certified lifeguard, cpr certified, it's just like, what else do I have to do?!" I say. She puts the towel in the laundry basket next to her. She walks around the island. She puts her arms around me. My head landing in the nook of her neck, looking beyond her other shoulder to the white wall with the family portrait. She kisses me on the forehead.
" Don't do anything I did when I was your age." She says and kisses again in the same spot. She un-hugs me, takes the laundry basket, and heads to the stairs leading to the basement. I take one last bite of my key lime pie and then slide the plate next to the sink. I walk into the living room. Jade is fast asleep on the sofa as Ryder and Jay continue to kill people from different districts. Yes, I read the cult classic. I lean down and pick her up. Ugh, she's heavy. I remember when she was so tiny, like a little meatloaf. I head up the stairs to her girly pink room. I once had this room, but then I hit puberty. I lay her on the bright pink bed. I pull off her clothes and replace them with purple pajamas. Undo her back hair braid and pull the covers over her.
" Charlie?" She asks faintly. I look down at her brown eyes. " Why do you always fight with dad?" She asks. I play with her dirty blonde hair.
" It's not fighting, it's a closing argument that hasn't been closed, yet." I reply. I kiss her forehead. I get up and head to the door, I look back at her before I turn off her lights.
I end up lying on top of my maroon colored comforter, staring at my cream colored ceiling. I look over at my clock, three minutes to midnight. Make a decision at midnight.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
YES.
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Dad goes to work. Mom is driving Jade and Jay to school. Ryder is already on his way to school with the transport of his skateboard. I sling my white backpack with a spray painted black 'C' on the front. I throw my wallet, phone, some food, the essentials, and my grey sweatshirt in the backpack. I grab my owl flash drive. I shut my lights off and look back to my bedroom. This is going to be my social life for a month. I run down the steps and go to my father's office. There stands his computer. I go behind his desk and slide the flash drive in. The flash drive icon shows up with 'Mistor Owl' as the label. I go to the 'Apps Made' folder. I see the recently made apps. Oh wow. ' Time Travel' with the icon of a british telephone booth. Will that Doctor Who show ever end? I move it into the flash drive. I then take my phone and make it update from 'Mistor Owl'. The app appears within two seconds. I pull out the flash drive and throw it into my backpack. I head to the backyard and go to Ryder and I's hang out house. I open the door and stand in the middle of the room. I look around at everything, band posters, stupid nicknacks, a large television and mini fridge. I look down to the phone in my hand. I tap on the app. The first year; 2012 , Location; The Studio. The Studio? Whatever. I take a deep breath. I press my thumb on the travel button. I gasp as jolts of energy enter my body.
Year 2012
Carly
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" So why do people in England have accents when we don't?" Gibby asks. I roll my eyes along with Freddie and Sam.
" Well, you know what, british people think we have accents." I say with a laugh. I open the studio door. A girl with long chestnut brown hair stands in the middle of the room wearing light blue jeans, a maroon long sleeve loose shirt, and brown combat boots.
" Hey, how did you get here?" I ask. She turns her head. Crazy deep blue eyes. She looks around.
" The elevator. Wrong floor." She says pointing to it. She walks over to the elevator and presses the button. She seems uneasy. The elevator opens up and she disappears.
" She has the letter 'C' on her backpack." Gibby points out.
" Let's hope her name isn't Carly." Sam jokes.
" There are other names that start with C." Freddie says, standing by the tech cart. " Like Charlotte." He adds. " That's a pretty name."
" I've always loved the name Charlotte" Sam says.
" And they agree on something." I say, being the voice of their life. I've always liked the name Olivia.
Charlie
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Shit. Fuck. Shit Fuck! Fuck shit! They're teenagers. Teenagers!
" I'm screwed." I say, sliding down the elevator wall. Don't worry, I halted the elevator. So I can sulk for a few minutes.
Do you like the beginning? I know I do! May the new FanFic begin! R&R (Aug.6 Edit)