chapter eight

 

“Pick up, pick up…” I pleaded silently as the phone rang and rang.

 

“Hellllllo.”

 

“Hi Zac.”

 

“Whassup?”

 

I sighed and rolled my eyes. He had to choose today to be difficult, didn’t he?

 

“I’m not being difficult.”

 

“Stop doing that!”

 

“No. So there. Humph. What do you want? Don’t you have something to be doing?”

 

“Yes, but I’m not doing it. What the hell is going on here?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Where am I?”

 

“Dude, uh…school…”

 

“I know that much! Like, what school maybe?”

 

“I don’t remember.”

 

“What?!? You don’t remember what school I go to?”

 

“Nope. Doesn’t matter to me. All I know is that you’re in California somewhere.”

 

“You can’t even remember what city?!?!?” This was too much.

 

“Uh-huh.”

 

“God, Zac. You’re stupid.”

 

“I’m not stupid. Just forgetful. And I have to go now. Mom wants me. Goodbye Taylor. I hope you figure your life out.”

 

“Wait! Zac-“ I said. He was still on the line.

 

“What?”

 

“Does May 9^th have any significance in either of my lives?”

 

There was silence for a minute.

 

“Both actually.”

 

“Well, what?”

 

He chuckled. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” And he hung up.

 

“Who was that, Zac?” Mrs. Hanson asked.

 

“Wrong number.”

 

“And, why, may I ask, did you talk to them for five minutes?”

 

“Taylor.”

 

“What did he want?”

 

“I don’t know. I think he’s going crazy. I think we need to go and get him right now.”

 

Mrs. Hanson eyed him.

 

“Really now?”

 

Zac nodded solemnly and Mrs. Hanson sighed and pushed him back into the dining room.

 

“Do your work.”

 

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Zac was so stupid. So stupid. How could he forget what school I went to? And what city it was in? That’s just a little over the top. He was probably lying. And that reading my mind thing was really getting on my nerves.

 

I sighed and looked around the room. If I didn’t really know where I was or what I was doing here, then why stay?? That’s a thought. I thought a moment before deciding. Then I positioned myself back in the chair I had been sleeping in before and closed my eyes.

 

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“Taylor. Taylor Hanson.” I felt a hand on my back and there was silence for a minute. “Jordan Taylor Hanson, you wake up right now.” I groaned a little and opened my eyes. My mother looked angry. Very angry.

 

“Uh…hi?”

 

“Taylor, you haven’t even started on your math and we have to meet your father in ten minutes! You better start working right now, young man, if you have any hope of getting out of here.”

 

Huh? Where were we meeting my dad. And I didn’t want to do math. I looked down at the piece of paper. Yuck. I hate math. I looked up. Mom was still glaring down at me.

 

“Fine, fine,” I grumbled and started working the problems on the page. I had to stay awake though. I had to explore this life before I went to being…10? Scary.

 

chapter nine

 

a.n. I know that this is very short, but this is all that can be in this chapter! I’m sorry! I’ll try and get another up soon! ---Diana