2035 AD

My eyes fluttered open. I sat up and took a look around the setting I was in. Why am I in some random room? Why is it so white? Where are the windows?

A breath of relief escaped my lips as I noticed a mirror right in front of me, knowing I was probably a mess. To my surprise, I was anything but that. My hair was tied into a high ponytail and I was wearing a white dress with serious chafing issues. I stared at my reflection, noticing that my usual bright, brown eyes were no longer dull, nor brown. I covered my mouth and took a step back, wondering how my eyes had gotten so white. Because those were my eyes, right? I slipped out of the room, hoping to see some color.

Unfortunately, my hopes were crushed. I strolled around the house until I bumped into a strong force.

"What are you doing?" The voice startled me, but I recognized it immediately− though it sounded deeper than I remembered.

"Peaches! Why do you look so old? Why is your place so white? Why isn't there any windows? Why −?" Maya held up her hand.

"Honey? What are you talking about? This is our apartment."

"O-our apartment?" I asked, my brow furrowed.

"Uh, yeah, we're roommates. And did you just call me old? For your information, everyone says I look younger than 33." I stared at her, baffled. Shaking my head, I ran out of the apartment and rushed down the stairs, hurrying to the nearest exit. Using more strength than I thought I had in me, I pushed the door open and gasped.

The trees were plump and the perfect tint of green. The roads were flawless and white, floating cars rushing through. I glanced down at my feet, perfectly cut grass surrounding the white shoes. I shifted my gaze up to the sky. The sun was bright and the clouds seemed unflawed. There were absolutely no imperfections anywhere, yet it seemed like Trojan horse to me a. Disgusted, I sprinted back to the apartment. Maya stood in front of the door, her arms crossed.

"Riles, what is going on?" I closed my eyes.

"What year is it?"

"Uh, 2035?"

"WHAT!?" I cried. "But it was… but I… b-but…" I walked over to the living room and jumped onto the couch. "I really need my mommy right now." Maya's face softened.

"I know, sunshine. We all wish your parents were here." I frowned.

"What do you mean?" Maya looked at me weirdly.

"Your parents? Who are dead? Riles, how do you not remember?" Before I could think of an answer, she shook her head. "Look, I don't know what's happening, but we need to talk." She showed me her hand. My heart stopped.

"Is that an engagement ring?"

"Yes! Huckleberry proposed!"

"But that means that..."

"I'm moving out," Maya nodded, sitting down next to me. "But not until later! And I absolutely promise that Charlie will get there one day."

"Charlie? He's still around?" I asked.

"Duh. Okay, now help me out. Who should we invite?" I bit my lip, trying hard to play the part of an older me. I was still processing that Lucas and Maya ended up dating in the first place.

"Uh, I dunno… Zay, Farkle−"

"Farkle? Riley, what's up with your memory today? Farkle died two years ago."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I actually hate this story, but I decided to publish just so you lovely beings can see my style of writing (ish). Which means that no, there is no second chapter. SORRY!

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