High school officially sucked, he really didn't know why he had wanted to go back in the first place. He was almost 50 for cryin out loud. It had taken him exactly a month to remember why he hated High School the first time around. A month of pretending to be the teenager he was now. A month of teachers spouting things he either knew, knew the gist of, knew was completely wrong, or did not have any earthly, or otherworldly for that matter, desire to know. A month of teenagers who, at least mentally, were years below him. A month of remembering the life he should have and the life his older self got to keep. At least the Air Force made sure he avoided foster care, and that he had money. Not that anyone had made any attempt to check up on him since the day Jack had dropped him off at Colorado Springs High School.
Jay O'Neill walked into the small apartment he had rented. It wasn't much, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a front room that was a kitchen, and living room combined. He hadn't bought much. A cheap couch, coffee table, a tv, and a play station. Were the only furnishings in the main room. Sitting on his couch he frowned. This wasn't working. He couldn't live here anymore. He didn't fit here anymore. He hadn't made any friends and his old friends had decided he was only a copy and not worth even asking about.
Being 15 sucked. He couldn't buy beer. He couldn't drive. Heck he couldn't even get a job.
Gathering the mail at the door he was surprised to see another letter,
Mr J O'Neill Only Bedroom #13 Colorado Heights Apartments Denver Colorado, USA