I realised something was wrong when everyone I saw had either an Afro or a Mullet.
Well, not everyone had one, but most did.
I looked down at myself to see I was still in ghost mode. My black and white jumpsuit was slightly torn and my Snow White bangs were in my face. I really needed to get some shampoo... Ew is that a rat in my hair? Wait no that's a cow-lick... Ahhhh whatever.
I take a look once again at my surroundings. A big sign to my rights says "Casper High" and sure enough a few yards away is the school I go to. Except it looks... Cleaner. Well, as clean as a concentration camp can be. I expected to be swarmed by like a bazillion bat-shit-crazy fan girls that want to rip my skin off and wear it and dance in to some gay boy band or something. But most people ignored me.
And then I realised everyone was wearing fucking clothes from like the 80's. just ew.
I walk over to a man that's wearing a our angle jumpsuit like my fathers. However he is slightly thinner and has a mullet. Not to mention that his hair is black and not gray.
I ask him a simple question. "Hey, uhhhh, what is today?"
He turns his head to look at me and responds. "It's uhhh... Tuesday."
I frown. "The year?"
"88, why?"
"Oh..." I say, "Sorry to bother you dad." I start to walk away, hoping to find a way back to my time but I stop short in my tracks.
"Dad!?"