Chapter 9 has arrived.
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Michelle staggered back to bed, her head spinning.
Two days until her birthday?
Hadn't she just lived through her birthday—twice?
Michelle switched on the reading lamp and stared at the date on her alarm clock. February third, it said.
Her birthday is February fifth. Her birthday was two days away.
Could it be true? Was time going backwards?
No, Michelle thought. I must be going nuts.
The fifteen year old shook her head hard. She slapped herself a few times. Going back in time. Michelle laughed at the idea.
It's impossible, Michelle thought. Get a hold of yourself, Michelle.
All she did was wish to celebrate her birthday over again—once.
She most certainly didn't wish to repeat her fifteenth birthday for the rest of her life!
But if that's what's happening, why is it now two days before my birthday? Why isn't it just the night before? Michelle thought, puzzled.
She almost felt like a scientist, trying to figure this whole thing out. The difference was… she was potentially in danger and possibly had a time limit. She wasn't entirely sure how this whole thing worked yet.
Maybe time really is going backwards, Michelle thought. Maybe this has nothing to do with my wish.
She paused.
But, then—why is this happening to me? She added to that train of thought.
She racked her brain.
The clock. Dad's cuckoo clock.
She twisted the cuckoo's head backwards… went to bed… and when she woke up, time had gone backwards.
Could that be it? Did I do this? She thought. Is Dad's clock really magic?
Maybe I shouldn't have turned that stupid bird backwards, Michelle decided. It figures—I try to get Tommy in trouble, and end up getting myself into a horrible mess.
Well, if that is what happened, it's easy enough to fix. It should've been anyway.
She tiptoed out of her room and down the stairs. Her parents had probably fallen back to sleep already, but she didn't want to take any chances.
She definitely didn't want Dad to catch her fooling around with his precious clock.
Her feet hit the cold, bare floor of the foyer, and she crept into the den. She switched on a lamp, wincing at the soft crack the lightning bulb gave as it flickered to life. She glanced around the room, and panic began to swallow her whole.. The cuckoo clock was gone!
That's that. Chapter 11 is when the fanfic begins to separate itself from the book. Thought I'd inform you of that.