Time Travel.

I wonder everyday why someone would be so cruel to place us on earth to suffer.

I wonder why that little prick would place certain individuals here to torment us and make us become someone we hate.

I wonder a lot of things, but mostly I wonder why that douche bag would give me certain abilities to make my life a living hell.

The first memory I can remember was my mother pulling me into a hug and telling me I was going to be someone special. And that I would change the world.

Every day I wish she was wrong.

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March 5, 2138

“Davies!”

God danm mother fucker. Cant I get 20 minutes of sleep without someone waking me up?!

“Davies would you please sit up and answer the question!” I hear my 25 year old physics teacher yell.

I slowly prop my head onto my hand and stare at the board. “Repeat the question then.” I mumble just barely loud enough for her to hear.

She rolls her eyes. “The wormhole theory stated by Steven hawking. Do you believe it is plausible?”

I hope my counselor dies from a unexplained tornado for sticking me in this class.

“No.” I simple state closing my eyes and breathing lightly trying to fall back asleep.

“Would you care to elaborate, Miss Davies?” her voice seemed on edge. A student defying her logic. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up straight and locked eyes with her.

“It’s simple Ms. Haslam. According to Hawking a black hole is a rip between matter as a whole. We go threw it we come out a couple years before. It’s a simple theory. Like Vampires and Werewolves. People give us proof, findings, history, doesn’t mean we should believe it. or do you Ms. Haslam think we should believe in mystical creatures because of some guys so called findings?”

Ms. Haslam flushed as the whole class stared at her waiting for an answer.

I for one was not interested in her answer. She was irrelevant to anything I believed. I closed my eyes again and slouched down trying sleep.

The bell rung before I was able to fully lose consciousness. Causing the herd to stand up and shuffle out the door.