It begins...

Here is a preview of Deja Vu for those who haven't read the story, grammar is still pretty messy, as well as other things.

Also, I wrote this back in my sophmore year, '07-'08, and I set the date of events at end of '08-'09 not knowing anything else, so any familiarity within the dates is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1: Schoolwork

[Excerpt from the webpage of Alex Monroe]
Post #1
12/30/08 7:15Am

“Welcome to my first post on my new webpage, I have deleted my other, for the pain overwhelms inside me and burns like a hundred candles on one’s skin. What, exactly am I speaking of? The death of my mother Janice Monroe, she passed away December twenty-fifth. Her cancer finally struck, doctors have said that she died peacefully. I only hope so. I was proceeding to down the hallway of Westfield Hospital, carrying a bouquet of colorful assorted flowers in my right hand, when a doctor came out from her room, and delivered the news to me still in the hallway, I collapsed to the floor. I can’t say anything else, I believe I am still grieving, until my next post.”

“I’ll miss you mother

Rest in Peace. Janice Monroe.

Signed your son,
Alex Monroe”

Post #2
1/2/09 12:39Pm

“Something is wrong right now, I don’t know why, but I keep experiencing a ‘Déjà vu’ you, the reader probably do not have any idea what I am talking about. What I feel is, as if I have been to this certain portion in my life, and my mind just stops and focuses on what I am staring at, at the moment. I have no idea what is going on, but I hope it stops. Starting from my next post I will start posting more and more information about me.”

Post #3
1/6/09 1:50Pm

“Hmph, you are probably wondering, who I am, and why my life is so important. Well to be honest, I’m not so special, just your average C student, tall, about six foot one, shaved hair, fair skinned, just an average Caucasian teen. Except the fact that I can bend time backwards, what am I talking about? Let’s see let’s say you said something bad to a girl, and you got smacked for it, now with me, I can turn back the clock and redo it, changing the outcome. Sounds fun right? It is, in fact its way more fun.”

“Hope to come back with more stories of fun times”

“Yours until the next post,

Alex Monroe”
[End Excerpt]

And although I have this little blog post in the beginning of the story, rest assured that the entire story will not be like this.

-Sean Dylan