(to old readers, the second half of chapter 8 is new, because like broskis I totally mis-posted my story and skipped an entire chapter. To new readers, welcome! ^-^ I didn't mess up so horribly that the story didn't make sense, or anything, nosiree)

So, like... Guys. I was wondering why my beautiful attempt at story writing failed so miserably... Is that why? XD "A bit weird" dude it made no sense. Thanks for the review, tho.

For new readers that came right to this chapter, here's a glimpse? Of the story.

(enjoy? please)

I was also looking forward to getting a job once I turned thirteen again. Again. I mused over that as I walked to his car and carefully opened the door. As a time traveler, I expected everything to be the same, but...

"Well? Get in," He snapped impatiently from the driver's seat. I awkwardly got in, making sure nothing was spilt, and carefully arranged the items on my lap. I continued my thoughts absently as I made sure the drinks would be safe and the food uncrushed. But nothing really was. I mean, of course, everything that I changed wasn't, obviously, but even small factors, like the eye color of my adoptive mother was different. The shade of the sky was a tad darker than it was before I went back.

Did I end up travelling through dimensions into a parallel universe instead? It really seemed that way sometimes, except nothing big happened. It wasn't like Doctor Who showed, where one small change made one giant difference. No, it wasn't like "Back to the Future", where something simple like stepping on a butterfly would change everything irrevocably down the line, either.

The stock market was the same, the not-so-local Walmart had the exact same shit in it. The shows were the same, besides a few that were missing, oddly enough. The sun was there. In fact, the only big difference, which wasn't all that big, really, was the man sitting next to me.