Chapter Eight
When I met 'Her'
In the doorway, and in the way of my escape, stood a beautiful girl with flowing brown hair and hazel eyes. She looked, in some strange way, a little like me. Except she was a she. Got it?
"¿kcuf eth tahW" she exclaimed, ".pu dekcuf si loohcs sihT .moor reliob ginkcuf eth ot del rood siht yaw on s'ereht ,naem I. ereh uoy nees ev'I dnA."
"You're speaking backwards, but what the hell? There's a bomb. Shut the fucking door." She looked at me, confused, "rood… um… eth… and, um… tuhS." I said. She understood, and left at once. I could've ended the whole ordeal then and there, but I NEVER WANT TO LIVE BACKWARDS. Now you know.
Well, I met 'her' she's my parallel. I named her kcaJ (pronounced ka-ca-jay) but it's nothing fancy. It's just Jack backwards. Come to think of it, that's probably her name.