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I open my eyes and discover myself in my 12-year-old room, with flowers decorated all over the roof. Beside me there was a little flower shaped table with a vase upon it, of course with flowers in it. The floor is coverd with flower shaped pillows and stuffed animales with flowers as well. Last I remember, I trew all of this as soon as I turned fourteen, because I got tired of it. I get out of bed and look at my flower shaped clock, 07:52.
This is bad, I run into my bathroom and brush my teeth, wash my face and look at the mirror. A twelve-year-old me is standing there and touching itself on its face. I'm twelve. Yesterday I was nighteen for sure. I try remembering back, Did I eat something funny? Or feel unproper, maybe all this is just a dream? Or the life of me as a nighteen-year-old was a dream? All I know now, is that I better hurry to school or I'll get in trouble!
I remember my teacher in elementary school, he's pretty strict. So I hurry and take my uniform out from the closet, take is on together with a collar and head downstairs.
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