Being in a private school, most kids focus on anything that a Public Schooler would focus on. Not me. For some reason, I always focused on studying during classes. Meaning that during said classes I am easily annoyed. The only person I saw who would be more focused than me was Kat. She worked on stuff and finished it like she was a college professor stuck in Kindergarten. I looked over at what she was working on, to see if she could yield any information about herself through it, but it's hard to figure out more than you're a mathematics genius by looking at your Math answers.
Then in physics class I caught her off guard. She was working on something that looked like the concept of Time Travel. Or was it teleportation? Maybe a mix of the two? Being my physics partner made it all too hard not to look at her. Her tan, yet pale skin, her straight blonde hair, and her brown eyes. Oh man, why didn't I notice that before!? But she looked happier to be working with me than I could ever with her. Finally she asked me something that, Thanks to that discussion with Sam and Frank I never thought I'd hear outta her.
"Hey can I walk home with you after school?"
"Wait! What!?" I almost yelled.
"There's something special about you," She simply said. "I want to know what it is I see in you."
"Okay," I sighed. "Meet me by the flagpole and we'll head to my place alright?" She seemed to like the arrangements I had made, so she agreed to them. We met, we walked, and we talked. Mostly about why Kat was so cold to everyone except me.
"Not everyone at school is like you," She kept saying. "You're one of the guys I'm looking for."
"Which 'guy'?" I kept asking.
"I don't know yet, that's what I want to find out." Well we got to my place. And my mom, she welcomed me home. Then she saw Kat.
"And who might this be?" she said, pleasantly. I introduced Kat to my mother. They were very polite with each other. But I felt some kind of urgency from mom from the moment I introduced them to each other.
Unfortunately our family customs mean that she had to invite Kat in anyway. There was a strange man in the dining room. He had a wrangle beard and deep brown eyes.
"Hello there Reggie," He said. "How you've grown since I last saw you. I gotta say you have your mother's eyes."
"Uh…Thanks?" I said. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?"
"Call me Justin, Justin Time."
"Seriously?" I thought he was joking.
"Well that's my nickname."
"What's your real name?"
"Jack Short." I heard about this guy actually. He died in the late nineteen eighties, or at least the reports said so. Truth is he disappeared and his body was never found.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Why do you ask? Can't a father come after oh… fifteen years and say hello, and probably apologize for leaving?"
"Father?" at this point, Kat pulled me aside and said something.
"He's more 'Special' than you are!" she said.
"What!?"
"Well he's the same kind of Special, but he's got more of it, I can't tell how I know, I just…do."
"You need to get that checked out. But if you see something I'll ask about it."
Well the night rolled on, Kat said that her parents wouldn't mind her staying over her, so long as she slept in my sister's room. This was after a quick phone call. We ate dinner, talked a little bit and finally I asked a question once everyone was asleep.
"You're my father, Right?"
"Yeah, I am," Justin said. He still preferred to be called Justin, by the way.
"Is there anything… different about you?"
"Well, I only told your mother this, shortly after you were born. I'm not from this time period."
This was a huge shock for me. Finding out I was special as Kat put it because my father was a Time Traveler.
"So you're,"
"Yeah…"
"Why are you back?" I finally had to ask. "If you had the capability to leave your time period and went back why did you come back!?"
"If you mean to this time, I didn't come back. I can't go back in time, it's so far impossible. If you mean why did I come back here, to you, well, there are people after you. I thought I'd give you this."
It was the second thing he ever gave me. A pendant. It had a skull imprint on it. The first thing he ever gave me was a lesson. That you can't always be with those you care about. He is the perfect example. He wrote a letter to me that I read as soon as I could. He left when I was thirteen months old. Probably for the same reason that he came back. Then thirteen months became seven years, and my mother remarried and had a daughter. Six years after that my step father died in a gang fight, he had nothing to do with it! Then a year later, my father comes back saying he wants to help? How am I supposed to take it!?
Well, more for fear of my safety than trust in my father, I took the pendant and put it on. I went to sleep only to wake up with Kat looking over me.