Starting OverChapter four.
I I dug through my wardrobe, pulling out some shirts, marveling over my high school tastes. Short skirts and crop tops were my thing. I chucked some clothes onto my bed opening my door and heading for the bathroom to shower. As I passed my brother's room I heard grunts and moans behind his door. I sighed and locked the bathroom door. Turning on the shower I ripped off my robe, then jumped inside. Warm water went down my back and a shiver ran down my spine. - by the time my shower was finished my mind had accepted the facts of the matter. I was young again, and I had the next sixteen years to do over again. My future daughter stayed on my mind. Would she ever live? Putting thoughts of April aside, I was smiling as I entered the kitchen and sat down to a piece of toast at the kitchen table. My father, sat with a cup of coffee and newspaper in his hands. I picked up a magazine and looked at the date. It was reality, it had to be. I finished up my toast and found, after some searching, my school bag which contained all of my books and papers. I hadn't done my homework, as I remembered. That is something that stopped me from getting a good job when I got older. So I know I would have to do that now, how hard could it be? A knock on my door signaled that it was time to leave for school.
"Naomi, Rachael is here!" My Mum called from the porch,
"OK. I'm coming." I sighed loudly. I walked out the door and smiled at Rachael. She was my high school best friend, and she was a sl*t. 

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