Wake Me Up When I'm Older Novels & Stories

She yells, shoving a small gift-wrapped box in my face. I stifle a groan. “Becca, we don’t have time for this. We’re late for school.” Becca waves a hand dismissively, her grin not falling for a second. “Oh, don’t worry about that. Last night I turned your alarm clock one hour ahead so we can celebrate you turning eighteen with breakfast,” she tells me. “Oh, and encase you’re wondering, your douchbag of a boyfriend will be here too. Can’t guarantee he’ll make it through breakfast without me trying to poison him but I’ll do my best.”

I hate early morning alarms! Especially the 5 O'clock ones I set for myself so I can wake up on time for school. They always ring every time I'm just getting very snuggly under my bedcovers and enjoying the second round of tranquil sleep. It doesn't help that I always read a book when I'm supposed to be in bed. Yeah, I'm a nerd and I know it. I bet you are too, ha ha.

I looked around in the room to see if there was something interesting to look at, but the room was just as plain as my last room. As we waited the questions I had still lingered in my head and had to be asked. "Jim?" "Yes," he responded. "Will I still be me when I wake up?" "That depends." "On what?" I asked again. "It depends on what age they will regress you to. Also, I have seen it took a couple of days before the teenager acted like his age, and sometimes you didn't even notice the mind was older than the body and sometimes it was like a switch light." He explained.

"Waki, wake!! You're finally awake Phoebe" ********

my friends that are older then me have told me that it hurts, but in the long run it is worth it, because you get a life long best friend and you get to find your soulmate that will love you no matter what. P.O.V. Ren "Ren, you need to get your ass up and get your ass to school cuz i am not driving you again" my older sister yells from outside of my room waking me up. "I was having a very good dream...now I cant remember it" i grumble under my breath as i get out of bed and head for my closet. I grab my favorite T-shirt and ripped jeans and make my way to my bathroom. I turn the water on before pulling my three sizes to big shirt off and climb in.

I whispered on the wind I placed the bracelet on my cabinet " this is the only thing that will remind me of us, that will remind me of Gun. I crawl back to my bed and laid my body down, tomorrow I will change me, I will change the Old Off that everyone knew, tomorrow I will bring back the old Off I will wake up the sleeping devil inside me, he slept for too long already, it's time to bring him back to life.

Rashes appeared across my face as the rum I consumed started to take effect. My breathing became short and hurried. Younger Evan worriedly yelled for help, but no one could hear him or see him except me. He rushed to his older self, trying to warn 27-year-old Evan about my condition. Alas, his hand passed through older Evan's body; he couldn't touch anyone. Meanwhile, older Evan was busy chatting and drinking with Hannah to notice my changes. Another woman who sat beside me noticed me struggling to breathe. She came up and inquired, "Ms. Castillo, what's going on?"

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

"Maisie, that move was brutal. Watching them turn on each other is much more exciting than any blockbuster film!" I smiled and took another sip of coffee. "This is just the start."

Forty-three pack members would expect breakfast in exactly two hours, and Alpha Marcus would have my head if the coffee weren’t strong enough or if I burned the bacon again like last Tuesday. As I measured out coffee grounds, my hands moved automatically through the familiar routine, but my mind was elsewhere. Two more days. Just two more days until I turn eighteen and can finally submit my transfer request to the Council. They couldn't legally keep me here once I came of age, not without my consent. The dream voice echoed in my head: *Your coming of age is coming.* A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the cold kitchen tiles beneath my feet.