I found myself standing in a black room. Like, no light black. A small window was to my right, a source of light filtering in. I blinked. Confused, I walked over to the light and looked out. I saw a meadow. With bright colored flowers and some trees here and there. I also saw a large white house with red shutters. It was my grandmother's house. I was in Hungary.

Well, sort of.

I put my hand on the window and these massive curtains flew back, giving me a huge view out into the meadow. I looked behind me, a chair that was never there sat before me. I looked out the window again, and sat down in the chair.

"Hey! Elizaveta! We have guests, come here and say hello!" My mother had yelled through an open window. I saw a younger me, before my tomboy days, look up. My hair reaching down my back and my green eyes wild. I was wearing an orange sundress. I was eight.

Grumbling softly to myself, I then yelled back,"One minute mom!" I raced through the meadow and opened the back door. The view changed. I saw my Grandmother's kitchen, with the yellow curtains and striped wallpaper. I could almost smell the goulash she used to make.

"Yes mom?" I asked, looking at a younger mom with her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her light gray eyes looking down at me. She was wearing a very familiar red and blue dress that had the big pocket on the left.

"My good friend, Frieda, came to visit! She brought her two sons with her, come on, come say hi."

I looked at her weird.

"Frieda...Is she German?"

"Yes, she's my friend from when I was your age. She's here in Hungary for the summer. Come on now." My mother said, ushering my younger self into the posh sitting room. Three strangers were sitting on the red velvet sofa in front of a fireplace. One of them had his feet propped up on the mahogony coffee table. I scowled. I was going to kill him for doing that.

Rule #1 of Grandmother's house: Absolutely NO feet on the coffee table. EVER.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt! If you don't get your feet off that table right now so help me God-"I heard the lady sitting on the couch say angrily as she glared down at the white-haired boy resting his feet on the table. They snapped down to the couch.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Good. Now, boys, this is Elizaveta, Lara's daughter. Boys, say hello and introduce your selves." The woman I assumed to be Frieda said expectantly. She had very light blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. She seemed like she was constantly on the move. A golden haired boy hopped off the couch and looked at me with ice blue eyes. He was so pretty looking.

"H-Hello. I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt. I'm seven." He said, walking over to me and holding out his hand. I took it and shook it lightly.

"Nice to meet you!" I said bubbily. A slight blush came accross his cheeks.

"Hello! As you can see, that's the boring child. It's me you really want to hang out with. I'm Gilbert." Gilbert said proudly, walking over to us. The older boy stepped in front of Ludwig.

"Gilbert!" Frieda shrieked, mortified her offspring would say such things.

"WHUT?" He asked, an annoyed look on his face. I snickered, finding this quite amusing. He looked at me and smirked. He got the attention he needed. He then went on to grab my hand and kiss the top of it lightly. I blushed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Elizaveta." Gilbert looked up at me and winked, his eyes were a dark red. Like blood. They seemed so at ease. Frieda harrumphed and walked to the kitchen with my mother. I heard knocking on my door.

"Oh, hang on. Someone's at the door." I said to the two boys and turned around going through a hallway filled with pictures new and old. I opened the red door to find none other then my best friend, Rodereich.

"Hey Eliza!" He said, a smile plastered on his face.

"Hey Roddy! Come in, come in." I said, letting him into the house.

"So, wha-" Roddy started but stopped as we came into the sitting room.

"What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed.

"Oh, nothing." He said, looking back over at me. What I didn't know then was that Gilbert had just watched everything. He saw how much I adored Rodereich. How his reaction to everything was so important to me. He vowed to himself to always be better then him right there. A new jealousy had sprouted. Gilbert gained his victory ten years later.

The window I was looking out of changed, the scene turned into math class-7th grade. I swallowed. I knew what was coming.

Oh God.

But before the picture came clearly into view, I heard faint voices.

"Ah-Holy shit. L-Ludwig, are you ok?" I could hear Rodereich ask. He sounded stunned.

"Y-yeah, I think, Uh-Hey, Eliza? Gil? You guys cool?" Luddy said.

"O-oh my God! LIZ!" I heard shuffling around and Roddy scream at me as he climbed over the seat to tend to me.

"Ludwig! Call an ambulance! Gi-Gilbert?" Rodreich ordered Ludwig. Roddy's voice went up an octave as he called out to my boyfriend.

What the hell? I'm fine! I'm right here, can they not see me?