I open my eyes and discover myself in my 12-year-old room, with flores decorated all over the roof. Beside me there was a little flor shaped mesa, tabla with a vase upon it, of course with flores in it. The floor is coverd with flor shaped pillows and stuffed animales with flores as well. Last I remember, I trew all of this as soon as I turned fourteen, because I got tired of it. I get out of cama and look at my flor shaped clock, 07:52.
This is bad, I run into my bathroom and brush my teeth, wash my face and look at the mirror. A twelve-year-old me is standing there and touching itself on...
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