Thanks so much everyone for all your updates! I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to updating for so long but here's the long awaited chapter 3. Enjoy

Cindy awoke to the sound of her mother's voice yelling for her to get up. At first she thought it only a cruel dream her subconscious was causing her to dream. But slowly she awoke and realized it really was her mother's voice. That's what she first realized. Then looking around at her surroundings, it was her old room. The room she'd had for so long, from the time she was a baby to when she left for school.

Everything was there, her old computer with the stickers on the monitor, her pink lace curtains hanging in front of the window. The carpet, the walls, the furniture. Everything. But how?

She went over to her computer which had apparently been left on and ran the mouse over the taskbar, over the time of day. May 27, 1990. The day her and Jimmy broke up...

After getting properly dressed, she went downstairs to find her mom making breakfast in the kitchen. Her heart pounded in her chest but she told herself to be calm about it all. Just relax.

"Hi, sweetie. It's about time you got up. Do you have any idea how long I was calling up to you?" her mother said as soon as she noticed Cindy come in the kitchen.

"No, sorry mom." Cindy tried her best not to stare at her mother. At the woman that only a few years ago, she'd said goodbye to as she lay in a casket surrounded by flowers.

"Well, your breakfast is on the table. Hurry up and eat or you'll end up being late for school." Her mother simply pointed to the table, then went back to her cooking.

Cindy quickly ate the eggs and bacon and toast on her plate and left the plate in the sink.

"Bye," Cindy said as she walked out of the kitchen and turned back to stare at her mother before she left. She grabbed her book bag that she found sitting on the recliner by the door and went out the door.

Of course she remembered the way to school, but somehow she seemed to be getting there a lot slower than she always used to before. A school bus passed by and she watched it go up the road, then turn the corner. Suddenly, behind her she heard the honk of a car horn. She turned around to see Jimmy's old dark blue car. It wasn't worth much, but he'd always liked it "Just because it works" he'd always say.

"Hey!" Jimmy pulled the car up and drove alongside the sidewalk at Cindy's pace. He always had the most mesmerizing eyes of anyone Cindy knew.

"Um, hi," Cindy looked at him once, then did her best to concentrate on the sidewalk.

"Come on, get in. I'll give you a ride." Jimmy offered.

"Er...well..." Cindy thought for a moment. "Okay, I guess."

Jimmy stopped the car and Cindy walked around and got in the passenger seat.

"You seem out of it," Jimmy commented as Cindy stared out the window.

"Um, no. What are you talking about?" Cindy snapped.

"God, calm down. Just an observation. How'd you sleep?"

How did I sleep? she thought. "Uh, okay I guess." Okay if you think of waking up in a different decade okay. Then yes, she slept okay.

"Good,"

They pulled up into the student parking lot and Cindy practically jumped out of the car.

"Are you sure something isn't wrong?" Jimmy stood puzzled at Cindy's nervous behavior.

"Yeah, uh yeah. I'm fine; don't worry about it, ok?"

"Alright," Jimmy said although still not convinced but not wanting to argue.

"Hey Cin!" Libby greeted Cindy as they approached Libby, Sheen, Carl and Brittany.

"Hey! What's up?" Cindy said, her mood brightening now that she was around all of her friends.

"Nothin. I gotta tell you somethin, ok?" Libby said.

"Yeah, ok." Cindy said as Libby dragged her away from the group.

"What's that about?" Carl questioned.

"Libby probably just wants to tell Cindy the news," Sheen said.

"Oh, well that's not so vague," Jimmy said sarcastically.

"Like, will someone tell me what's going on?" Brittany asked.

"I asked Libby to marry me." Sheen replied.

"He what?" Cindy put on a face of fake surprise. "That's great! I'm so happy for you."

"I know! I'm so excited. He said that once we finish school and stuff, that's when. But for now, we're engaged."

"Well, that makes sense, I guess." Cindy said, remembering how miserable she was back at home in her big house with the snow piled waist high.

Just then the bell rang and everyone went into the school for their 1st period class. She got inside and thought about what she did the last time it was May 27th of 1990. Down the hallway on the right and up the stairs. But for some reason, something was telling her to keep going straight ahead. Down the hallway past the guidance office. She turned the corner to the empty hallway where there were few lockers and no classrooms. Barely even a hallway, if you'd call it even that.

That's where she saw, at the very end of the hall, Betty Quinlin slipping something into one of the lockers. Cindy turned quickly and started walking down the hallway she came from as Betty came down the same way but went down the stairs. Cindy turned around and looked up the hallway. The late bell was about to ring but she didn't really care. She walked back up the hall, turned the corner and went down the hallway to the very end where she'd seen Betty.

It had been the locker at the very end of the hall, the one on the bottom. Cindy approached the locker, only to realize it was Jimmy's. Through the slits in the locker, she could tell that what had been put in the locker was a folded up piece of paper.

Jimmy had told her the combination to the locker at one point before. But Cindy could barely remember it and fiddled with the lock for a few minutes until it came to her.

9...43...21... The locker popped open and Cindy grabbed the note from where it sat on top of Jimmy's B-day books. She could barely keep herself from unfolding and reading the note before she stuffed the note into her jeans pocket and went to what had once been her first period class.

Well, there ya go. There's my chapter 3. All reviews are appreciated, flames are discouraged. Thanks for reading, I'll update again sooner next time than I did this time, I promise