I don't usually remember what happens every summer. Hell, even now I still don't. Usually most of what I get is this bittersweet feeling, it hits me so hard I can feel tears welling up. But not this year... For the most part.
It was supposed to be a joke, one giant joke.
I had learned coding over the school year and me and my friend used metal and wire junk we found to recreate the TARDIS. My job was to make a coding to make it go woo and light up and move. Tara's job was the wiring of the systems.
It was supposed to be a joke, one giant joke.
Summer nights don't end at 10, they end at 3 in the morning with you waking up at 7 to help take care of your brother. Summer nights mean you get overtired and have idiotic ideas that aren't supposed to work.
Like making a time machine.
Like making the code at 2:30 in the morning two weeks into summer break.
Mistakes happen all the time. Depending on the person depends on the severity that they take it. Anxiety-ridden teens don't take to mistakes well when it can end with grounding and possible jail time.
Mistakes happen all the time. Though this mistake I could never find out whether it was a great thing to do. Maybe because of the pain that came at the end.