It was Friday night and Celestina was at home in her bedroom watching YouTube videos, currently she so watching a clip from Zoo TV. People like to make the internet sound superficial, but really it's a very deep place full of all kinds of stories and perspectives.
     The more time went on, the more Celestina felt as if her life was falling apart. She had been missing school, her relationships had been crumbling, and she want allowed to participate in cross -country because of a few makes she had made.you
      Feeling bored, she searched "how to time travel" on her  Opera web browser. She was certainly not expecting to find anything that would actually work. In the depths of the internet she was on an old blog post by someone who claimed to have time traveled before.
     This person's instructions were to first close your eyes and picture the time you desire to travel to. They had written to picture when and where you want to be, how it looks, feels, smells, and sounds. Secondly, it said to count up to your lucky number. Lastly, whisper a word or phrase to yourself, and this will be what you say when you want to come back to the present. You must first count back down from your lucky number and then say the magic word or phrase to come back to the present.
     Although Celestina obviously didn't really believe in time travel, she decided to try this for just for fun. What could possibly happen? Her life was so bland that it was worth a try.
     She closed her eyes and pictured being at a U2 concert in the early 90s, as this was definitely a time she wished she could have been present for. She began to count up to her favorite number, which was eleven. She had a phrase in mind to use as the "magic word."
One... Two... Three...
She was picturing what the concert would  look like.
Four... Five... Six... Seven...
She pictured the band and the crowd surrounding the stage.
Eight... Nine.. Ten...
For a brief moment she speculated that maybe, somehow, something crazy would actually happen, but she still didn't really believe it.
Eleven... She thought, and whispered, "fly on the wall."
     Her blue-green eyes became very wide as soon as she opened them again, because she wasn't in her bedroom anymore.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much to everyone reading, and if you guys would leave a comment or would mean the world to me. I can't wait to write about the concert and the part when she meets Bono. *kisses XOXO*