I awoke to my mom yelling at me from downstairs. My first thought was, why? Today was the first day of summer. There wasn't school, so I couldn't have been late. Right? And why did she sound so urgent? I stood up and looked at my alarm clock. 9:12AM.
I yelled down the stairs; “I’ll be right down!”
“Hurry!” She shouted in response.
Quickly, I put on a shirt and stumbled down the stairs from my room. Then, I entered the living room and crossed into my mother’s bedroom where I hoped she would be. I walked into the room. There was a painting on an apple of the left wall, her bed in the middle of the room. A TV sat on a dresser across the room from her bedposts. A hallway to the right leading to a bathroom. She was standing next to the bed on her phone.
“Yeah?”
“We’re late for school. Put some clothes on and I’ll take you.”
“Mom, its May 23rd. I’m on summer break.”
“What? No, its April 11th.”
Confused, I went upstairs to get dressed. Maybe they were organizing some sort of joke. I decided to go with her and see if anyone else was at school.
As we drove, I gazed out the window at the trees that looked like they were waving at me. I became more and more confused. The weather seemed more like that of April, not May. But I was sure school had ended. I was sure that summer had started. Then I thought of something. My yearbook. We had gone around signing them yesterday. The first thought I had after this was that I hoped it was still all some sick joke. I decided, once again, to go to school and see who else was there. Maybe see what they thought.
After the day had ended, I was left with more questions than I had answers. I now understood there was no way school had ended. Everyone there had been going about their day like normal. None of my classes were end of the year classes. They were the classes I had had in April.
I fell asleep that night wondering what would happen the next day. Also, I kept waking up, looking at the clock. Something in my head. Look at the clock, It kept saying.
When I woke up, I was perplexed. I thought I heard my mom yelling again. Nah. Can’t be, I rolled over. A couple minutes later she called again I stood up, looked at the clock. 9:12.
“What?” I asked it under my breath. “I’ll be down in a minute Mom!”
“Hurry!” She repeated herself.
After meeting her in the bedroom once again, I thought she had said the exact same things. The conversation had gone the exact same way. That was when I realized, It was the same day. April 11th. It was going to repeat itself over and over again.
Now, wake up…