okay, so with the correct measurements and the correct information and the correct volume and density and amount and with everything correct of each object that will be placed together, it might be possible. i mean, of course, time travel? in a million years would that be possible. but then again, with everything correct and everything accurate, it might be. alright emma, what the hell? its not possible and you know it. just stop thinking about it, its not gonna happen. its never gonna happen to be precise. i mean, besides the fact that you can't just turn back time with the manipulation of time particles, nothing ever happens for you emma. you're a mess. you don't get anything right. so what makes you think you can get this right?
"emma?" and i snap back to reality. "hey! yeah? what?" i softly smile. "are you going?" max asks me, and with the hint of annoyance in his voice, probably for the thousand time. "going where?" i ask confusingly. "to the party? noah's party? you know, noah davis? my teammate? a party? where you dance to music and have fun?" he says sarcastically. i roll my eyes jokingly at him, "yes i know what a party is max, and i know noah as well, but i don't know if im going" i chuckle.
i grab all my stuff from the table and shoot them all in my bag. "oh cmon em! we're in our senior year! just go to it! it'll be fun!" max tries to convince me. i sigh "i dunno max, all your hockey teammates will be there and im gonna look AND feel like a loner" i point out. "look, i would go if i had friends max" i roll my eyes. "you do have friends em, bring aaliyah or something" max says, still trying to convince me. i take a deep breath, zip up my backpack, and put it behind my shoulders. "i'll think about it" i finally say. max smiles, showing his deep dimples, i wave at him and walk away from the table.
okay, maybe i was kinda lying about the 'no friends' thing but still. max is my best friend, ever since birth until present. my dad is best friends with his dad, making my mom close to him as well. so ever since my dad passed away, mr. sawyer, max's dad, constantly took care of my mom and i. plus, dad and mr. sawyer has been best friends since high school and well, my mom was my dads high school sweetheart. so i guess its a small world. and whenever mr. sawyer would check on us, or visit us, he would bring max. and that's when our friendship started. but in high school, its a whole different story.
maxwell sawyer, the star of the schools hockey team, etcetera etcetera. girls drool over him, blah blah, he's one of the most popular guys in school, blah blah blah. every girl wants to be with him and every guy wants to be him, blah blah. you already know, the typical senior jock. now, why would he be friends with me?
emma jackson, nerd, doesn't do anything right despite her intelligence. wants to make a time machine from scratch, never had a boyfriend, and might i add, unattractive. the only reason people want to be friends with me is because they either want to hook up with max, or be friends with max. no one wants to be friends with me for me.
i enter my history class just a second before the bell rang. i sit at my usual seat and see that behind me was aaliyah. oh right, my only other friend.
"hey ems" liyah taps my shoulder when i sat down on the chair in front of her. "hi" i turn around and smile. "how you holding up? hows the time thing?" she asks me. i sigh deeply and shrug, "i dunno liyah. i think i want to just drop it. it just seems, i don't know, impossible? don't you think?" aaliyah doesn't directly reply. im guessing that shes trying to put the pieces together. from the look at her first, it kind of seems like she does think that its impossible. great, my only other friend also thinks its impossible. i guess im not the only one who doesn't believe in me.
"i dunno ems, maybe it is possible. depends on how you see it" she shows a small smile. i smile at her. "thanks". then our history teacher walks in the room. i turn away from aaliyah and face the front.
