Disclaimer: I don't own TDI or the book a Christmas Carol, and if you are an intelligent individual like me, you should have interpreted that concept by now, for the major indication was that I am uploading this on FANfiction. (I need to get used to this thesaurus for my school project)


Heather woke up to the sound of something moving around outside of her bedroom. It's probably just Geoff or mom coming back from the party, she told herself. But she had a sudden urge to go and investigate.

As she stepped outside, the room got deathly cold, even though she could feel the hot air of the heater and see the steady flames in the fireplace. Other than that, the lights were off, Geoff had left a note saying he would be staying overnight at the party, and her mom was sound asleep. I must be imagining things again, she thought, but was startled by a gust that came from nowhere.

Wind? But that's impossible! Unless.....No! No it can't be!

In the center of the room, the wind picked up, until a figure began to take shape. It stopped, and a see through boy about her age, wearing red clothes and a red headband, floated above the ground. She gasped. It - it had really happened! All the stuff Duncan told her was TRUE!

The ghost finally spoke. "Boo-ya! I did it! I am the ghost of Christmas Past! Little girl, I've come to help you!"

Heather had the urge to scream again, but fought it off.

"Are you o-one of t-the ghosts that are going to visit me tonight?", she asked instead.

"Yup! You'd better believe it! I am the ghost of Christmas Past, but you can call me Tyler. I've come to show you stuff, like you have been told."

"Okay......," she began. There was no use arguing, she knew that. "So, what am I going to do now?"

"C'mon, take my hand." She did, shivering at the strange feel of it, and was instantely transported somewhere.


It was a place she knew, a place that was familiar, but she could somehow not place her finger on it.

"Where......are we, Tyler?"

"Don't you remember? When you were little......"

It dawned on her. "But, that's impossible!"

"I'm called the ghost of Christmas past, aren't I? Plus you should have learned that things like this happen. Look, here comes old you."

What Heather was staring at was the house that she used to live in with her dad and her younger brother, Noah. Her parents were divorced, and Geoff was living with her mother then. The house had burned down when she was fourteen, with both Noah and her dad killed, and she was sent to live with her mom. As if on cue, a very....different form of Heather burst in the door.

At twelve, she was HIDEOUS! She was short and fat, and wore braces. She resembled Beth. Little Heather was holding a present, and smiling, but not the sinister smile she wore today.

"Merry Christmas, everyone!", she practically yelled.

Her father burst through the living room door, talking frantically on a cell phone. "Yes, I'll be right there, don't worry, I'm on it."

"Hi dad!"

"Hello sweetie. Look, I have to go to an important meeting, so I can't be home tonight."

"On Christmas(A/N: I'm getting awfully tired of writing "Christmas".)?"

"Sorry sweetie, it's really important. Take care of your brother, and cook dinner too. Bye!"

And with that, he threw on a jacket and left, leaving little Heather surprised and sad.

Noah, ten at the time, came out of his bedroom with a book in his hands. "Hi Noah!", little Heather said enthusiastically. She held the present out to him. "Merry Christmas."

"Hello, fat and ugly," he replied. "Nice to see you here. And thank you. Not." He grabbed the present, still reading.

Big Heather watched all this. "He always was a little spoiled, bratty, know-it-all." Her eyes widened as she saw little Heather about to burst into tears. "C'mon, tell him off!"

Little Heather couldn't hear this. She started to cry. "I t-t-told you to s-stop calling me that!", she screamed. She ran away, still crying.

"She can't hear us?", Big Heather asked Tyler.

"Nope."

Noah scoffed. "Crybaby."

"Just, just get me outta here!", big Heather said, and she looked like she was about to cry too.

"Well, I was just leaving anyway. Let's go somewhere else", said Tyler.

They were transported again, this time to Heather's old school.


"Here? This crappy old place?''

"Yes, and the next Christmas."

Thirteen year old Heather had grown a bit, but was still ugly compared to the other girls in the room. She was attending a party, invited only because she said she would bring Noah. Now she was holding out a small stack of cards. As she approached a group of popular girls, she held out a card to them.

"No! Don't-", Big Heather began, but remembered that she couldn't be heard. She just looked in fear at her former self.

"Merry Christmas! Would you like a card?"

"Uh, no thanks!", the lead girl said, then walked away, saying "loser".

Little Heather frowned. Then sadness quickly changed into anger. She tossed the cards on the ground. "Ugh! Why do I even BOTHER?", she said to herself as she kicked the cards.


"Now," Tyler said, snapping Heather out of her horrified and sad mood. "Let's visit last year, shall we?"

"You're not giving me much of a choice, are you?"

"Nope. Now come on," he said as they teleported to her current school.


"Oh big deal", Heather smirked. "I already know what happens here. I...." The smile dropped. "Oh."

She looked at the fifteen year old version of herself, the version that looked almost exactly like her today. The one who was already popular at Westmount High, and was teasing Cody, the nerd.

Heather gasped as she realized that she was doing the exact same thing to Cody as what people did to her. Tears welled up in her eyes as younger Heather walked away with a final "loser".

"Surprised, are we now?," asked Tyler. "Let's go back."

A moment later, they were back at her house.


"Now," Tyler began. "Now we have seen what caused your actions. Do you have anything to say?"

Heather collected herself and tried to sound normal. "Well, they did that stuff to me, didn't they? So why don't I have the right to?"

"Do you?"

She sighed. "No, I guess not."

"You see? You've begun to learn your lesson. It's late. You should get some sleep."

And he disappeared into thin air.

Heather went back to bed, thinking it all over. I guess I should know what it feels like. Maybe I was wrong after all.

Maybe, but I'm not done with this yet.


That......took........a......long..........time! Merry Christmas everone!

Ahh....peace at last.

Heather: Wait just a minute.

Me: This can't be good.

Heather: You're right its not. I was NOT fat and ugly!

Me: Yes you were.

Heather: But it doesn't mean the whole world has to know about it!! You're dead. *Chases me around again.

Me: Ugh! This is what I get for working with the meanest people from TDI. Note to self: Never, under any circumstances, work with Eva.

Eva: I heard that!

Me: What?? Where did YOU come from??

Eva: Heather let me out.

Me: Oh come on!

So, while I have the time, I'm going to tell you to R&R please. Now I have some angry people to settle. Bye!