Starting OverChapter three.
A knock on my door made me jump out of my skin.
"Naomi?" came my Dad's voice. "Wake up, its time to get ready for school."
School!? "Oh no," I muttered, staring at the floor.
"Are you awake?" 'The door creaked open, revealing my father, he was how he looked 16 years ago. His brown hair had not a trace of gray in it, his face with only light wrinkles. He was in shape, no beer belly. I realized that he was standing there staring at me staring at him.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"Er, nothing," I stared back, my mind whirring, "Im just trying to, uh, wake up."
This seemed to ease his mind a little.
"OK," he said. "Well, hurry up or you're gonna be late for school, better get in the shower quickly."
I ran my fingers through my hair and put on a robe.
"Yeah, ok.." I replied smiling uneasy.
He nodded doubtfully and then, with a last worried glare, he shut the door behind him. I sat back down on my bed, my mind now well into overload status. What am I supposed to do?
I was a teenager again. Would I now have to live through the next sixteen years all over again? Could I change the way things happened? Was I trapped here now forever? There were so many things I had to consider. But my mind went blank.

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