Jenna Rink sat at her vanity, gazing at the pictures that line the mirror. Yesterday was her thirteenth birthday and she had experienced something she was sure nobody had ever experienced before. Her life had flashed forward before her very eyes and landed her seventeen years in the future. She let a puff of air escape her lips. She had seen it. She knew her future. How completely far out.

Her former idols looked back blankly at her. Models, actors, the super cute Bruce Springsteen, how weird to feel so completely detached to these people who once filled her with so much longing for a life she know knew meant nothing if it didn't have real people, real friendships, and real love in it. But I'm thirteen... she thought. Now that I know what I know... what more is there to know? She peeled the pictures off of her vanity and piled them together. Except Bruce, he'd always have a special place on her mirror.

A sudden knock made her jump five feet. "Can I come in?" Her mother asked, peeking her head through the door.

Jenna cocked her head and smiled. Yesterday her mothers face had been older, but her voice had never changed.

"Glad to see you're no longer stuffing your bra."

"Mom!" Jenna squeeled, covering her chest with her arms.

"I'm just teasing." Her mom said. "Matt is downstairs to see you."

"Even more reason not to talk about my bra!" Her heart filled with butterflies. She'd kissed him yesterday. For her it wasn't the first time, but for him it totally was. She wondered what he'd say.

With out another word she ran down the stairs. Her father was sitting on the couch watching Wheel Of Fortune, and Matt was standing next to him. For a split second guilt washed over her. The last time she had run down the stairs like this she had shunned her dad to another room. This time, as she reached his recliner, she bent over and kissed his cheek.

"Morning daddy."

He reached up and patted her cheek. "Buy a vowel!" He said to the tv.

"Hi Matty." She said, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Hi." He blushed.