This may start like some girly journal that’s in no way exciting and all about boys and milkshakes and whatever else. But it’s not. And the only reason it’s not is because of what happened to me.
My ‘brother’ told me to start a journal. Apparently I’m crazy. Apparently I didn’t re-do my entire day or become a weapon of mass destruction. Apparently I never left for a year and kill anyone. Apparently it was all a dream. Apparently I can’t jump through time- although I stopped doing that a long time ago; and apparently no one came into my house and took me on a journey I’ll never forget.
Apparently I’m not a…
I’m getting ahead of myself.
First, I’ll tell you what happened.
I live in Holt, Michigan with my two brothers Darren and Michael and my mother and my father. My mother is a big time Hollywood actress and my father is a singer in the best punk band I’ve ever heard. They both could have been huge, but twenty years ago, they decided to settle down and have kids instead. My best friend is Sam. Sam Cairngorm. Sam was supposed to be my mortal enemy, but then again he’s the only one who even believed me in this.
I have two other friends; Riana, a rather beautiful model, and Isabelle. They’ve both been kind of distant lately though.
It started on a normal day. I got drenched by a milkshake, Sam got called names, Isabelle came top of another class and Riana got a modelling contract. Totally normal day. I mean, I loved my friends and all, but Riana and Isabelle only seemed to care about something if it involved themselves.
I won’t bore you with all the details of class so school ended four and a half odd hours later. I went home, had dinner, and went to bed. I read for about two hours until I finished my book and then wished that I could do this whole day over again. I fell asleep and finally put an end to the embarrassing day.
I woke up and packed my bag, thinking that it was Wednesday and went down the hall towards the kitchen. I was given Darren’s famous Tuesday pancakes and milk.
“Darren, please tell me why you’re giving me Tuesday pancakes on Wednesday?” I asked him.
“Because it’s Tuesday…. Elodie, get a grip sis. Do I have to take your temperature or something?” Darren laughed. I was confused. It couldn’t have all been a dream.
“But I went through Tuesday yesterday and you told us you got a part-time job at Starbucks.” I yawned. Darren stared at me. I stared back at him.
“Elodie honey, are you either psychic or psycho?” Darren joked. Michael came into the room with a bed head and no shirt on. I turned away and pretended to vomit.
“Michael, need I remind you that you actually DO own a shirt?” I screamed. “You’re killing me here!”
Michael shrugged, turned back around and walked back towards his room. Darren shook with laughter.
“What happens to Michael today then?” He asked me, taking away my empty plate. I frowned, trying to remember what happened yesterday- or today.
“He skipped- I mean, he’s going to skip school and go to Starbucks with his girlfriend and you’re going to see him, haul him home and give him what-for.” I told Darren. Darren laughed again. He was such a funny, easy-go-happy guy. I was happy to have him as my brother. Although, Michael, not so much.
Michael returned with his hair brushed and a shirt on. I rolled my eyes. Now, Michael has had girls pining after him since he was in Preschool. Riana’s in love with him. Or, she was until I told her that he barely ever showers. Then she kinda lost interest in him.
“We’ll see about that.” Darren said quietly as he nudged me and silently pointed out to me that Michael had put his shirt on inside out.
I stood up and went to have a shower. Meanwhile, my brain was playing limbo inside my head wondering what the hell was going on.
“Sam called in while you were beautifying yourself.” Darren called when I opened the bathroom door after my shower.
“I’ll call him back in a minute.” I shouted back down the hall.
“I told him to come on over and make himself at home, so he’s kind of in your bedroom.’ Darren mumbled guiltily. I smiled to myself and ran into my room. Actually I more stumbled because I was wearing a towel and I forgot- and I didn’t smile, I cursed under my breath and hoisted my towel up under my arms. I didn’t have to tell you that but I did because I’m honest and if I’m not honest I will probably lose all my friends because I’m a terrible liar.
I really am a terrible liar. Anyway-
Sam had the hairdryer ready for me and I gave him a hug. First though, I told him to get out of my room so I can change. He put his hands up and told me he’d be waiting outside. It was kind of a funny story the way he realised he was gay. He came over in grade seven, and I was completely in love with him, but he was secretly in love with Darren. He eventually got over Darren and I got over him hence the friendship. At any rate we have been best friends ever since. And Sam declared himself gay.
“Elodie, can you hurry up. It’s actually kind of cold out here.” Sam said. I opened my bedroom door and Sam gasped. “Elodie, I thought I told you never to have a shopping trip without me.”
I shook my head in glee.
“I didn’t. Riana gave them to me. The jeans are Calvin Klein and the top is some kind of expensive label brand name.”
Sam sat me down and dried my hair with the purple hair dryer. Little snippets of conversation passed but we settled on our friends.
“Do you think Isabelle deserves those ‘A’s?” Sam asked me as we sat on either side of my large bed. “Where’s your mother?”
“Isabelle studies really hard and my mother is on location in New Zealand filming her new movie- Dad went with her.” I passed it off.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Sam said and I shrugged.
I looked at my watch- no, actually Sam looked at his watch and then my 18 year old brother Michael called us out to go to school.
I hopped in the back with Sam and Michael dropped by his girlfriend Hannah’s house before we drove to school in Michael’s birthday present convertible sports car.
Sam and I thanked him and then walked somewhere to find Riana and Isabelle. But I stopped Sam when I realised that I hadn’t fully figured out my situation yet. Riana and Isabelle were over near Riana’s locker. They didn’t see us.
“Sam, I have to tell you something.” I said, pulling him behind a group of girls. He raised his eyebrows and put his hands on my shoulders.
“If it has anything to do with your-
“I went through Tuesday yesterday.” I interrupted. Sam froze.
“Is that supposed to be a joke?” He asked. I shook my head. Sam’s eyes narrowed and I peeked around him towards Isabelle and Riana. “I….. Believe you.”
I leant up against some random locker and sighed.
“You believe me even though I sound crazy?” I asked. Sam nodded.
“We’re best friends, Elodie. Even though it sounds crazy, I know that you’re telling the truth. But tell me, what happens to Riana and Isabelle today?”
I peered around him again and saw Riana jumping up and down.
“Riana’s offered a position as a model and Isabelle gets another set of ‘A’s.” I told Sam. “Oh, and I get a milkshake thrown at me during break.”
Sam patted me on the back whilst prying me off the random locker-
Ok it wasn’t some random locker it was Patrick McCormick’s locker and he was in Michael’s year. I know, I know, I should stay being honest- trust me, I am trying.
So, Sam patted me on the back and pulled me away from Patrick’s locker and towards Riana and Isabelle. Riana almost screamed when she saw us.
“Guess what, guess what!!” Riana screamed again when she reached us. Sam raised his eyebrows at me. I looked at him nervously. This whole day could be completely different. Except that Riana and Isabelle were wearing the same clothes as they were yesterday- except for me, yesterday was today.
“I have news too, but it’s not as exciting.” Isabelle told us.
“What?” I asked wearily. I already knew what was going to happen.
“You got something higher than a C?” Sam offered. I hit his shoulder. “Ow.” He yelped. I smiled with satisfaction.
“Very funny,” Riana drawled sarcastically. “No, I was offered a position as a model for a magazine and I get to wear pretty clothes and get my hair and makeup done. I am so excited!” Riana squealed as she jumped up and down.
I jumped up and down with her, pretending that I hadn’t already heard her tell me this. Sam stood dumbfounded. Isabelle calmed us down.
“My news is that I got four more A’s, thanks for asking.” She added. I patted her on the back just as Sam did to me.
“Congratulations, Riana! I’m so happy for you.” I said. Sam was still frozen on the spot.
“Is something wrong, Sam?” Riana asked. Sam slowly shook his head.
“I-uh congratulations…” Sam said nervously. I hit him again.
“Come on, we have to go to class if we don’t want to be late.”
“Yes, Isabelle.” We chorused. We always did this.