Hey, it's me. Michael Webster. Don't you recognize me? Well, you may not, because I'm now in high school. Tenth grade to be exact. Today is the first day of class this year. And I can tell that it's not gonna be a good year.

It's been a while since I've had a bad feeling like this. The last time was over three years ago. Well, technically, it was three years ago in another reality. Let me explain.

So three years ago my Dad brought home this antique cuckoo clock. On the side of the clock was a dial with the years 1800 to 2000 written on the side. Three days before that my younger sister Tara ruined my birthday by opening my presents, scratching my new bike, and tripping me so that I fall over on my cake. Yeah. Fun times.

So when my Dad got the cuckoo clock three days later I took my chance at revenge. You see, my Dad likes that clock so much and has been saving for fifteen years to buy it. When Tara was caught playing with it he got furious. That's when I realized I could take my shot at revenge.

My plan was simple: sneak outside my room at midnight, mess with the clock and Tara would get blamed for it. However, I actually ended up going back in time, through the good times and the bad, until I ended up as a baby and only that's when I came back to 1995.

However, I had accidentally knocked off the year 1988, Tara's birth year, off the clock, meaning Tara was never born. The birthday turned out perfectly and I've never had a bad day since. Although it seems the bad days are coming back...

I walked into the tenth grade classroom and sat down. All my friends are there, David, Josh, Henry, Lars, Ceecee, Rosie and my crush Mona. I was lucky enough to be sitting next to her. The school day went on until later in the day, something bad happened.

The teacher called out that we had a visitor. A previous graduate from my school. She opened the door and in came... Kevin Flowers?

Now, I never always hated Kevin Flowers. He was big and tall. He used to play for our basketball team. The Duke Blue Devils. It was nice having him around, as he always made our team win. But that was until the day that Tara ruined it all...

One day, three years ago, I had a basketball game, with Kevin of course. He was wearing his favorite Blue Devils cap as he always did. But later that day, Kevin found his cap in my backpack. Yes, my backpack! He was so angry that he beat me to pieces. Of course I didn't do it. Tara did. But for some reason, she never got blamed for this.

The two of us exchanged glances. Suddenly he shouted at me. "HIM! HE'S THE ONE WHO STOLE MY CAP!" I tried to argue with him, and it got so bad that the teacher brought both of us to detention. Yeah. Fun times. Again.

Over the next few days, Kevin kept trying to make me feel like the worst person on earth. One day, he made me step on a piece of gum. A few days after that, he squirted ketchup all over me, in front of his friends, who are also visting. He even made me feel bad over the computer, when he sent me a message online on a chatroom I've never told anyone about. Things were just getting worse and worse.

The next time Kevin visited school, I was prepared. As he and his friends walked in the hallways past our room, I ducked under the windows and listened. Maybe I could get some personal information out of him and reveal it to everyone publicly. That should make him feel ashamed.

I ducked under the window and listened. "Can you believe it!" he told to his friends. "My birthday is on Monday. I'm turning 14. And I'm visiting school so I can celebrate with all my friends! Isn't that great?"

Now I knew just what to do.