Sorry I've been MIA for the past few weeks. I've been dealing with some things in my life, which made it harder for me to write, but I'm back now, and I'm hoping to finish this story before my birthday (January 6th!), so I'm going to be working super hard on this story.

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Michelle woke up the following day (or was it the previous day or month… or year?), exhausted and in pain.

It's hard to imagine the pain of being deaged. Imagine your bones shrinking over night. Imagine your organs and your muscles changing and all the evolution your body has gone through being dissolved over night. No matter what you see in movies, you notice when you've been deaged or shrunken… and it hurts!

Michelle sat up with a yawn and glanced at the calendar.

That woke her up real quick.

March, 2014.

She had deaged an entire year overnight.

She felt panic course through her body. She felt hot and sweaty, but she was trembling, and her chest felt tight. Her hands were twitching.

Time was speeding up, and if she didn't find a solution soon… she'd cease to exist.

Oh, no.

Michelle swept the blankets off her lap and went to hop out of bed, but she was not used to this body. She remembered this time: she'd been in the middle of a growth spurt, so her legs felt like the bones were breaking and then reforming and then stretching. It'd been the most painful growth spurt she'd ever endured, and now she had to endure it again.

Wait… she felt like she was forgetting something. Today was March 16, 2014; something had happened on this day, but she couldn't remember what it was.

She shrugged and stood. Whatever it was, it was probably bad, and she was powerless to change it, and she might as well get it over with.

Michelle stumbled to her feet and stretched her growing limbs before heading for the door.

She'd just placed her hand on the door knob when the door burst open, slamming her in the nose.

"Happy birthday!" Tommy yelled, smiling and displaying his missing front teeth.

"It's not my birthday," Michelle stated, holding a hand over her burning nose. Warm blood gushed over her fingers.

"I know," the boy said. "I just wanted an excuse to scream."

Right… she remembered now. This was the day Tommy threw open her door, smacked her in the face, and broke her nose. If you looked close enough, you could see that her nose was still crooked at fifteen.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, although he didn't look immensely concerned.

"No!" she yelled, pulling herself to her feet with aid from her nearby dresser. She shoved Tommy to the ground and ran out the door. "Mom!"

"What is it, Michelle?" Mrs. Webster asked without turning away from the kitchen counter where she was preparing breakfast.

"Tommy broke my nose!" she said, making her mother turn around.

"I didn't mean to!" Tommy begged as he entered the room. "How was I supposed to know you were behind the door?"

"You could've knocked!"

"Tommy, what happened to your elbow?" her mother questioned, making Michelle clench her fists in anger. She was gushing blood, and her mother was worried about a small cut on Tommy's elbow? Seriously? That was definitely in the top ten when it came to her mother's bad parenting.

(Don't get Michelle wrong: she loves her parents, but we all have to admit that they aren't always the best parents.)

"Michelle pushed me," he sniffled as he showed her the circular cut on his arm. He must've hit it off Michelle's dresser.

"Michelle, it was an accident when he broke your nose, and you have a right to be angry, but he's still smaller than you. You can't push him like that!" her mother scolded.

"Mom-"

"I don't want to hear another word. Let me put a band aid on Tommy, and we'll take you to the hospital."

Her mother led Tommy away, and Michelle watched as her mother placed a band aid over the cut and placed a loving kiss on Tommy's forehead.

Tommy the Terror had struck again.

Hope you liked the chapter! Bye bye! See you next time!