Challenge: Write a story or poem about traveling back in time to high school. Tell us what you’d do to change something.
I gave that useless, heavy little baggage of garbage the evil eye on a daily basis, trying to make it fly away. No one should carry around unwanted baggage for over 40 years, but this one had a mind of its own and felt great loyalty to me.
One lucky day when I evil eyed it, it morphed into a bicycle. Thinking it said “get on”, I figured, what the heck. Shucks, I hadn’t been on a bike for years, so I got on. A haze settled in, leaving vision impossible until the bike baggie thing bucked me off. I found myself on a hill, looked around, only to find myself in my old high school town – a tiny cow town.
Suddenly Ray appeared out of a foggy mist. “Hey babe, sweetie pie.”
I couldn’t stop my mouth from blurting out, “I told you not to call me pet names.” This is just too weird. Was I going to be forced to relive that fateful day? Was I again to live the next three years miserable and suicidal?
“Awe, come on now, honey buns,” he said.
Argghhh, why can’t I control my body? I had no control and I slapped him, expecting Ray to grab me passionately kiss me just like in the movies. Not! Just like before, he slapped me back.
I am not going through this again. I will control my body. I will not run away. So, I punched him in the eye. He punched me back. I punched him in the other eye and he pelted blow after blow on me. Then he left with a few final words. “I hope you die.”
They found me lying face down in the dirt and rushed me to a hospital. Even though I refused to tell who had hurt me, the townspeople knew. Ray had two black eyes and a few claw marks on his face. There are things to be said about a small cow town and sweet revenge.
My loyal baggage soon found me and transported me forward to my own time. I never found out what happened to Ray, but now the baggage is light as a feather.