Re-written Novels & Stories

, I stutter, "I didn't mean to come across as angry or anything. It's just been a rough week for me... honestly" "Oh, you're fine. Wait", she widens her eyes, "are you the girl that--" "Wrote that Tweet?", I finish, "Yep, and starting to regret it". "No, NO, I totally agreed with you when I first read it", she says, "and I think your idea could be possible".

“I guess I’m done being kind.” I wipe my face slowly. That's when I see a number on my wrist. 365. My breath catches in my throat. Maybe it’s a trick of the light. Or a stain from the makeup artist's brush. It burns when I touch it. Not painfully. So I rub at it, harder and harder—but it doesn't fade. Then the timeline clicks into place in my mind. I have gone back into the past. My eyes go wide in shock. Maybe the number is a countdown. My pulse slows.

“spill it.“ I tried sounding as flat as I could so she wouldn't play games. “The thing is...“ she began, adjusting her chair closer to mine.“When I got picked last year, Mrs. Nora Williams had also offered me a job as a maid in her house. But I'd gotten expelled after a week in Greygott high. She'd said it was okay for me to keep my job but I was broken to stick around much longer. When I was leaving, she told me I was free to come back anytime for the job or I could bring a replacement of my choice. “Okay...?“ I drawled, not getting where this talk was leading us to. “Don't you get it?“ “As a matter of fact, I don't.“ “You could go as my replacement!“ she squealed delightedly. I was too sho