I open my eyes and discover myself in my 12-year-old room, with fiori decorated all over the roof. Beside me there was a little fiore shaped tavolo with a vase upon it, of course with fiori in it. The floor is coverd with fiore shaped pillows and stuffed animales with fiori 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 letto and look at my fiore 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...