Tick, tick, tick Trixie looked at her digital watch, or what was supposed to be a digital watch beside her bed… What? She thought. That's not my watch, heck, this isn't even my room. Did I pass out in here? This is so not normal. I feel different… What? This could be my room…But everything that's here is just isn't… Wait… that was stupid…am I hallucinating? Or is it really not 2007? Gosh need a calendar. She picked up a magazine. March 1987? No that's impossible. I don't believe it… Scientifically speaking…Oh what am I saying. I've been transported to the past… Nothing scientific about that. Now all I have to do is figure out how I got here…and how to get back… Hmmm now what happened yesterday… I went to school….had a meeting with the prom committee… Discussed stuff…oh why can't I remember? Then I went somewhere after school… Where was that again? That Madame…something… I have got to go to her…
Trixie picked up a pair of jeans that was lying near her bed. She didn't care what she looked like. She picked up the ring that the fortune- teller gave her. If you got me in here, you're gonna get me out. She hurried over to Madame Tamysha.
"Yes girl." The woman who opened the door said.
"Yah, I'm looking for Madame Tamysha." Trixie said looking over the woman's shoulder for the fortuneteller.
"Well, you're looking at her."
Trixie stared at the woman, she was so slim, so young, like 20, Of course stupid me! Of course she would be younger.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yah, in fact…" she began telling Madame Tamysha her story…..
"If I weren't mistaken honey, you're here for a reason." The fortuneteller said studying the class ring that Trixie showed her… "Hmmm, this looked familiar, a boy came here a year ago and left it. A kept it in here." She approached a wooden box. Then her eyes widened… "It's not here anymore. Girl, you have to find whoever owns this ring, he's the only one who'll get you back."
"Well… where do I start?"
"You can go to his school… Blake Covey High it says here… anyway that's the only high school around… But I doubt that he'll be there since he already graduated. He's got his class ring you know."
"Well, it's worth a try. What day is it today?"
"It's a Sunday."
"Well, tomorrow it is"
Next day
She had just come from the principals office, apparently Madame Tamysha enrolled her the day before. She worried about that while dressing up for school. Apparently, her closet still had all the designer clothes she has but all of them were "80-ized". She picked a light blue tube dress pared them with knee-high sock with pink and black stripes. She found a pair of lime green high-cut Chucks to go with them. Her black hair was in a side pony. Might as well look the part. She kissed the class ring and walked confidently down the hall
When she got to her locker, she pulled out he books, which have been place there for her, when suddenly a red-head girl with frizzy hair bumped into her.
"Oh I'm sorry." Said the girl. "Are you new here?"
"Yeah, I am." Trixie answered while studying the girl. She was fat, and short. But Trixie didn't mind. She needed friends.
"Oh, hi then. I'm Lace." The girl extended her hand
"Hi Trixie Harrison." She took it, and shook it.
"Hmmm, Trixie, is that your real name?"
"Yeah what's wrong with it?"
"Oh nothing, I think it's great, but you gotta change it."
"No way! I like my name."
"Oh okay. No need to be bitchin about it…" suddenly Lace let in a gasp.
"ohmigod! Like, where did you get that?" Lace was pointing at the ring.
"This? What about it?"
"Girl, you are wearing the…" Lace was cut off, she was suddenly staring over Trixie's shoulder.
Trixie spun around to see why her new friend was staring into thin air, apparently she wasn't. Coming down the hall was a guy, a very cute guy. He had brown hair that was slicked back, unlike all the other boys Trixie has seen so far. He was wearing a black leather jacket and pants. He had a helmet under his arm. Trixie looked around. All the other girls where swooning at the dude that just walked in. Did I just say dude?
The boy started walking toward Trixie. She turned back and faced her locker. Out of the corner of her eye, Trixie saw that the boy had the locker right next to hers. He shut his locker and leaned against it. He was looking at her in a way that didn't make trixie comfortable.
"Hey." He said as Trixie closed her locker door.
"Hi." Trixie answered back. In a very impassive way.
"I'm Matthew Peters." He said extending his hand.
"I'm…" Lace cut her off. "Twist Harrison" Lace said.
"Hmmm, Twist huh? You a Senior? " Matthew said.
"Yah." Twist turned around and headed down the hall.
" Well it was nice to meet you. See you in class." Matthew called after her.
Trixie just rolled her eyes. What a jerk.
