During Raquel’s first semester of college, she witnesses the end of the world, only to wake up in her old room at her parents’ house two years in the past. Even worse, it seems she’s the only one who remembers—until Chris Lyley, a boy Raquel always thought was a loser, tells her he remembers the catastrophe.
Before long, they both discover new abilities. They’re able to understand any language and teleport through time and space. If Raquel and Chris can figure out what caused the end of their world, maybe they can stop it.
opened my eyes.
frantically, the vision of the rock hitting me still fresh in my mind, the
instantaneous crushing sensation throughout my body fading to a dull, residual
mental ache. Fear crashed and faded in a wave of relief when it all resolved
into the deep blackness of my dorm room.
ceiling was gray, not white.
glow of my digital clock. Instead, I was greeted with the dim shape of a
dresser, outlined in the rosy hue of a rising sun.
bedroom was coming into view, not my dorm room.
giant glass window over the football field, my lace pink curtains fluttered in
a warm California breeze, a copy of Teen Vogue sitting on the sill.
Bieber smiled at me from the October 2010 cover.
floor with a ruffle of pages. The plush, carpeted floor, not the hard tiles of
my room at college.
same side of the room it always had. My computer desk sat at the far side of
the bed, the blocky Dell PC taking up most of the space. A life sciences
textbook lay next to it, the image of a tiger on the front coming into focus as
my eyes adjusted to the darkness. On the floor, my giant shoulder bag from high
school lay with papers strewn around it. I took a step closer, peering at the
letters, my heart pounding so hard I didn’t think to turn on the light.
bathroom, flicking on the light.
bathroom, at my frizzy brown hair. I didn’t look so different. A little bit
shorter, a little bit ganglier. No freshmen fifteen. I still had that annoying
pattern of three pimples that kept coming back on my chin.
part of the dream, part of the green sky and rocks hitting me. I blinked hard,
touching my nightgown, pinching my arm until I winced with pain.
“Mom, Mom, Mom!”
her. “Raquel, what is it?” Her hair framed her face in an unruly brown cloud,
her eyes wide and face pale. “What’s wrong?” She was as scared as I was.
into my eyes. “Raquel, what is wrong? Are you sick?”
She stared back at me, full of concern, full of worry for her daughter.
I should be in college…” I babbled, and she shook her head, gripping me tight.
little night terror.”
to sleep, Raquel,” he added, mumbling.
back into the mirror. The mirror in my parent’s house, where a sixteen-year-old
me stared back. My stomach flipped, then sank into my feet.
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