Liza had spent all day going through Merritt, Hannah, and Emma’s posts. She started on Instagram at the coffee shop then, when she got home, she went to the Blogger page where things were easier to follow.
She had decided two things.
First, the idea of time-traveling was interesting. She concluded that it was more plausible because only their consciousness shifted places. Plus, there was good evidence that they were instances, as Emma had suggested, of the same person.
She really poured over the “Notes and Information” page. Despite its somewhat unorganized layout, she gleaned a lot of good information.
Something stood out from all of the posts. Merritt talked about there being a metaphysical connection, a bond that transcended how long they had known each other. It made them feel closer faster and much more deeply that would be explained normally.
Liza sat up alone in her apartment and one thought dominated her thinking.
She wanted to be a time traveler also. She wanted that connection. With anyone.
But, if being born on the equinox was indeed a factor, she was out of luck.
Her second decision was that Devon probably wasn’t a danger. She decided she’d see about somehow behaving in a way that she could connect with him and his friends. Thanksgiving was two sleeps away.
She opened Snapchat and found Devon. It wasn’t hard. She only had 27 friends that she actually knew.
L: Hey Devon.
D: Hey. wats up?
L: Thanks for inviting me to Thanksgiving. I’m looking forward to it.
D: Awesome
L: I’m sorry I'm so dorky. I didn’t act right at the elevator yesterday. I’m sorry.
D: NP All good now?
L: I’m going to try.
D: Try?
L: I’m sorry. I’m not good at Snap.
D: NP
D: Glad you’re coming to TG
L: Me too. I’m going let you go. Or whatever you say on here for “bye”
D: 😄 Later!
Liza turned back to her laptop and went to ChatGPT, and typed. “Teach me how to be a normal girl on Snapchat.”
No comments:
Post a Comment