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To Many Choices chapter three.
"Lets go to the cafe, Aubrey." he looked into my eyes, they were probably sparkling.
"Okay. Come on then," I spinned happily.
Milo slinked his arm around my waist, in a friendly gesture.
"I dont know what I would do without you." I said quietly.
"What did you say?" He turned to look at me.
"Nothing," I said sighing. "Just that Im getting tired of walking."
"Come here then!" he said pulling me into a piggy back.
I giggled as he pretended to fall over.
"Nearly there." Milo said jogging with me on his back.
"Ew, your sweating on me!" I screeched laughing.
"Boys gotta do what a boys gotta do right?"
We turned past the park and got to the Seaside Cafe.
The sign was pink, an icecream truck outside,
kids gathered around with money in their hands.
We walked into the cafe and Milo dropped me off his back.
"How much money do you have?" I asked him.
"Let me check," he said, rumaging through his pockets. "Darn. Ive left it at the beach hut," he pouted.
"Well I have enough money for two sandwiches and a slushie!" I smiled,
"We can share the slushie then." Milo said rolling his eyes, jokily.
At the checkout i handed her the money, we sat down on a bench outside the cafe and opened our paper bag of food.
"Here you go." I handed him his tuna sandwich.
"Thanks!" smiling, he took a large bite out of it.
I sipped the slushie, Milo stuck a straw in it.
"Get lost," I giggled slurping.
"Were sharing," he slurped in the slushie his tounge turning blue. "Brain freeze!"
Everything was going great.
but then Stella saw us while she was driving past in her yellow convertable.
"Hey honey!" she skiped in her four inch heals.
"Hey." Milo said, still sitting down.
"Baby, whats wrong?" Stella said.
"Nothing, me and Aubrey were just hanging out." He replied bitterly.
"Thats cool babe," she gave me a glare.
"me and the girls are going out later, you wanna come?" she turned to me.
"Erm, okay." I replied sweetly, showing a good impression.
"Well i better be leaving. Bye honey, have a nice say!" she screamed as she hopped back into her convertable.
God, she was annoying as hell.
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To Many Choices chapter two.
I woke up with Milo laying next to me, the sea salt lingered in his hair.
He woke up as I tried to climb over him.
"Hay," he said sleepily. "Where are you going?"
"Just getting up," I replied looking down at him.
"this is a good position you know." I joked.
"Hell yeah!" Milo said pulling my thighs down on him.
"Milo!" I giggled still half asleep.
He started laughing, his lovely white teeth sparking in the sunlight.
"this is fun," he winked sitting up.
I laughed and rolled off his body, picking up my water bottle.
"You better get up now, its a really nice day." I said,
Milo nodded and pulled on some skater shorts and a plain white t-shirt,
ruffling his hair up.
"let me help you dress." he said cheekily,
"Okay, what should I wear?" I peeled off my pajamas,
he handed me a Superdry shirt and denim shorts.
I picked up two wooden bangels, sliding them onto my wrist.
"how do I look?" I said twirling.
"Pretty darn cute." he grinned.
I smiled as I picked up my straightener, pulling it through my hair.
"Let me straighten yours!" I said excited
"alright," he sat on the floor, as I used my GHD's through his wavy brown hair.
Making it long, straight and flippy.
"Looks good," I said as I admired my work.
He got up and unlocked the beach hut.
I ran out arms outstretched onto the beach, my hair flying out behind me.
Milo laughed, he was just perfect.
Why did he love Kinley? Shes nothing special.
He's known me for years. But Kinley? No.
I was perfect for him and he was perfect for me.
Thats all that mattered, he just needed to see it.
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To Many Choices chapter one.
"I can trust you, right?" My best friend, Milo said.
"Yeah sure." I smiled, looking into his hazy green eyes,
"Im in love." He sighed.
I racked my brain for who it could be, pain surging through my veins.
"Who is it?" I questioned,
"That's the problem," he said furrowing his brow."Its Kinley."
I let out a laugh and threw back my head.
"What about Stella?" I punched his shoulder. "You should break up with her."
He stood up and frowned, "I cant, she would be so upset."
I could see the hurt in his eyes. But it was so obvious wasn't it? I was in love with him.
He picked me up.
"Lets go back to the beach hut." he winked, suddenly happy again.
" Okay," I grinned. "Im cold anyway,"
Milo looked down into my golden amber eyes, and sat me down on the sand.
He pulled off his jumper, then put it over my head.
I stood up and we walked hand in hand to the beach hut we were staying in.
It was yellow and red striped, on a sunny but windy beach.
Milo unlocked the wooden door, the smell of sea salt blew in the air.
I lay down on my bed and sighed.
"Whats wrong!?" He asked pulling off his Hollister top, showing his tanned abs.
"Nothing." I stretched brushing my fingers through my dark chestnut hair.
"Well i need to call Kinley, and tell her how beautiful she is," He looked at me.
"I mean have you seen her? Shes stunning!" his eyes lit up.
"Yeah, yeah." I turned to face the wall.
I stayed quiet, thoughts stirring in my head.
I wish he loved me. 
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Starting OverChapter five.
Rachael was a year younger than I and had always been the dominant member of our friendship. From Rachael I learned how to party late, how to wear short skirts, how to put on sl*tty make-up, how to cut school. In the future she became a prostitute. I hadn't talked to her in years but the last I'd heard she was still living with her parents. Could I change her future and make her life a success? Possibly I wondered and we walked down the pathway.
Y'all right?" She muttered looking at me,
"Yeah, how long have we gotta walk?" I asked.
"Err, 'bout ten minutes. You should know, we do this everyday idiot!"
She said as she lit up a .
"Oh right, cool." I replied, careful to give no hint of the changes in me just yet.
I was surprised at the immaturity of her conversation as we toddled to school She talked about the party at Jason's house, whoever that was, and how she got drunk and partied all night. I had to remind myself that I was young again, not a 32 year old anymore. I had to agree to her thoughts and feelings, I nodded to every word she said. As we got closer to the school feelings of unreality came over me again. I was seeing people I hadn't seen in years. But I was seeing them as they were then, young, not as my mind was telling me they should look now. I saw lots of others I hadn't thought of in years and others who's faces I recognized but who's names I could not come up with. Back in high school, I was shy. It was a phase I had gotten over later in life. Now I could be a better person, get better grades, have a better life - And maybe sort out Rachael's life too.
That's what friends are for right?
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Rachael was a year younger than I and had always been the dominant member of our friendship. From Rachael I learned how to party late, how to wear short skirts, how to put on sl*tty make-up, how to cut school. In the future she became a prostitute. I hadn't talked to her in years but the last I'd heard she was still living with her parents. Could I change her future and make her life a success? Possibly I wondered and we walked down the pathway.
"Ya'll right?" She muttered looking at me,
"Yeah, how long have we gotta walk?" I asked.
"Err 'bout ten minuites. You should know, we do this everyday idiot!" She said as she lit up a .
"Oh right, cool." I replied, careful to give no hint of the changes in me just yet.

I was surprised at the immaturity of her convorsation as we trodded to school. She talked about the party at Jason's house and how she got drunk. I had to remind myself that I was young again, not a 32 year old anymore. I had to agree to her thoughts and feelings, I nodded to every word she said.

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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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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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Starting OverChapter two.
Was I dreaming? I must be, I figured. But it sure didn't feel like a dream.  How could my life just disappear before my eyes like that? I'm 36 years old, well I was. My name is Naomi Parkers and I'm married to Mike Parkers, we have been together for 11 years. I worked in an office until I had a baby, we named her April. She has the most beautiful blue eyes and such a cute face. Her hair is like mine; thick, curly and honey blonde. She has an adorable gappy toothed smile and soft young features. Mike however had a strong manly face, black hair and blue eyes. He has always though I was perfect. But the truth is, our marriage didn't go to plan, for me anyway. I got bored and had an affair. That is when I wished my life could start all over again. Little did I know it would actually come true.  I felt almost high with youthful energy that I'd long since forgotten about. I stared at myself in the  shiny metal bed frame, transfixed at my reflection. I was not dreaming, I could not even begin to convince myself that I was. Reality was too firm around me, too detailed. Well I was looking at a fifteen year old's face in the mirror right now. But that was crazy, impossible. Wishes weren't granted.
Time travel wasn't really possible. Was it?
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