ChapterThree

FLASHBACK-June 2006

Andrew stared at the back of his letter. It was a weird poem thingy that didn't make sense. He said to his girlfriend, Alyson, who was sitting across from him, "Check out this weird thing on my letter."

He handed it to her, and watched her scan the letter with eyes. She looked up, and said, "This looks like Harry Potter shit."

"I know."

Alyson handed it back to him, and said, "It's probably fake. This magic shit ain't real."

Andrew scoffed, "If magic was real, I would snap my fingers, and we would be done with high school."

"That would be nice."

Andrew smiled.

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"So you're not going to believe this!" Amanda said to her boyfriend, Alex Tredinnick, over the phone.

"What is it?" he asked in his West Country accent.

"So, I'm going to this weird school with Andrew. It's so weird that it looks like it came straight from Harry Potter."

Alex chuckled, "Everyone would kill to get into a Hogwarts-like school."

"I guess. Wanna know what makes this thing even weirder?"

"What?"

"This letter is from 2020!" she exclaimed.

Amanda heard silence from Alex's end. It seemed that was more than enough to shock her British boyfriend.

"Alex?" she asked, hoping it would wake him of his shock.

"Yeah, I'm here," he stammered. "2020? How?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"So this strange Hogwarts school is contacting you from the future? Like that show on the BBC?"

"Doctor Who?"

"I don't watch it, but yeah, that."

"I have no idea how the fuck Andrew and I are going to get into that school. They probably do have time-traveling stuff by then!"

"Maybe. I can't wrap this around my head."

"I know, me neither."

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FLASHFOWARD-September 2020

Amanda and Andrew laid on their beds in their shared dorm. There was a curtain between their beds, as some form of privacy.

Andrew stared at the ceiling, trying to relax his mind from going a million miles a minute. He kept failing as he had too many questions occupied inside his head. He glanced at Amanda, who was staring at her phone. She wasn't texting. Maybe she was reading her texts with Alex.

"So we're really in 2020?" he asked, hoping to break the ice.

"Huh?" she looked up. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You can't text Alex?"

Amanda sat up on her bed, and said, "I'd like to, but what if he changed his number by now? What if he's with someone else now?"

Andrew sighed, "I'd like to text Aly too."

"What are we like as thirty-somethings now?"

Andrew also sat up, and asked, "What if we could contact ourselves?"

"But what if we changed our numbers too? We probably had stalkers."

"Maybe." Another thought ran into Andrew's mind. He mused, "So we're seventeen and eighteen in 2006. We're called Gen Y, or Millenials. But if we're teenagers in 2020, would that make us Gen Z?"

He watched Amanda opening her mouth when he heard the door knock. She walked up, peeking through the peephole. She took a step back, took out her phone, and began texting. He felt his phone buzzing next to him. So I did change my number down the line.

Andrew picked it up to read the text: "there's a dude named death waiting outside."

His blue eyes widened at the news. He texted back, "let's climb out now!"

He ran up to his window, opened it, and looked down. He was a few stories away from brushes on the ground. Luckily, there was a tree in front of him with a branch at the windowsill. He grabbed onto it, crawled to the tree trunk. He slowly climbed down the branches underneath him, safely allowing him to reach the bushes.

Andrew looked up to watch Amanda do the same. As soon as she reached the ground, he asked, "Hungry?"

She scoffed, "There better be decent food here than at Beacon Hill."

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A/N: Next chapter, expect major spoilers regarding The One Series, including how some parts of the ending.