Chapter 3: My Future Boyfriend
One Month Later…
Across town at an old farm house, a young man named Danny Habanero, turned off his TV. He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his back pack, and walked outside. After he locked his door, he turned around and saw a young girl sitting on the hood of his car.
“Off,” he told her. She slid off the hood and watched him open the passenger side door.
“What kind?” she asked. “The car, I mean.”
“2010 Ford Mustang.” He put his bag in the car.
“Cool.” She watched him walk to the other side of the car. “Why’d you paint it blue?”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t really care. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to be late.”
“No, you’re not. School doesn’t start for two more hours. All you’re doing is following a lead you got on your parents, which by the way, is a dead end.”
“Who are you?”
“Oh, now you want to know.”
“How do you know something I didn’t tell anyone?”
“You told me.”
“The future,” she replied. “My name is Rose. I’m thirteen, and I’m from the year 2029. But more importantly, I’m your daughter.”
After hearing that, Danny sat down on the hood of his car. “Who’s your mom?”
“Sorry, can’t tell you. If I do, it could change history.”
“And you being here won’t?”
“When I was little, you told me stories. One of them was when I came here to help you,” she replied.
Danny didn’t want to believe her, but something was telling him he should. “Help me with what?”
“Where to go.” She handed him a small piece of paper. “Go to this address.”
“Why? How do I know you’re not lying to me?”
“You’re just supposed to trust me.” Sat next to him. “In 2029, you have a…job that takes all your time. So much that we only see you once or twice a year. But, you call mom about once a week.”
Judging by the look on her face, he could tell something was wrong. “But I didn’t, did I?”
“No, not in months.” She stood up and walked two or three feet away. Danny stood up straighter as he watched her.
“I have to go. I’ve said too much, already.”
“Yeah,” Rose said, before hugging him. “Goodbye, Dad.” She stepped away from him, and held the black heart on the end of her necklace. She looked at Danny and said, “Take me back.”
Then, a bright light covered her. When it disappeared, so did she. Danny shook his head thinking it was a dream, but deep down inside, he knew it wasn’t.
“Rebbeca, you’re going to be late for school,” Rebbeca’s step-mother, May, yelled up the stairs.
“Yeah, I know.” Rebbeca walked down the stairs. “I do have a watch.”
“Okay, then. How about next time I just let you be late?”
“May, you are too kind.” She swung her back pack over her shoulder and then left. She ran to the side of the road as the bus drove away. “Kern!” she yelled, kicking the ground. She sat down and started thinking of how she was supposed to get to a school that was about seven miles away. Sure, she could walk, but that’s something she doesn’t have time for right now.
A few seconds later, she watched a light blue Mustang pull over to the side of the road.
“Need a lift?” Danny yelled, as he rolled down the passenger side window. Rebbeca stood and started walking.
“Sorry, I don’t take rides from criminals.”
He slowly followed her in his car. “My guess is, you go to the only high school in town, which starts in thirty minutes. Am I right?”
“What do you want?”
“Nothing, just trying to be nice. Besides, you look like the kind of girl that knows how to defend herself.”
“You got that right,” she said, glaring at him. “Fine.” Danny stopped and she got into his car.
“Danny Habanero.” He held out his hand.
“Rebbeca Stone,” she said, shaking his hand.
Danny pulled up in front of Kernsville High School to drop Rebbeca off. “Do you need a lift home?”
“No, thanks,” she replied. “My dad’s going to pick me up.”
“Okay. Do you want to hang out later at Crispy Kerns?” Danny asked. She looked at her watch.
“Sure.” She opened her door.
“See you at four,” he said, as she got out of the car. Rebbeca shut the door, then paused. She turned around and leaned down to the window.
“Did you just ask me out?” she almost sounded offended. He gave her a cheesy grin before pulling away. She stood up, flabbergasted. What just happened? she thought.
She shook her head and then headed inside the school. As she walked through the halls, she saw posters with the Dark Vengeance symbol on them: a black D with a V inside it. She walked to her locker and put her back pack inside.
“So, I see you’re riding with the bad boys, now,” Drake said, in a joking manner.
“I needed a ride and he just happened to be driving by.”
“Okay. I’ll stop making funny jokes,” he told her. “But that was a cool car. You don’t see a lot of those around here.”
As the bell rang, Drake and Rebbeca walked to their classrooms. She walked inside the classroom and to her seat. She sat in her chair, barely listening to the teacher talking. Staring at Abigail, she wondered why she wasn’t in some private school in another city.
“Ms. Stone,” the teacher said.
“To the principal’s office.”
Rebbeca gathered her books, and then walked out of the classroom and down the hall to her locker. As she started putting her books in the locker, she heard a loud sound, like an explosion. She ran over to the classroom and looked through the window in the door. She saw a hole in the wall of the classroom.
When the dust cleared, she saw a woman walk into the classroom. The woman was wearing an unbuttoned jean jacket, a red shirt with a black rose on it, and jean pants. She held a gun in the air and shot two bullets into the ceiling. Everyone in the classroom ducked.
“If any of you try to leave, it will be the last thing you do,” the woman told the class. Rebbeca pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and sent a text to Drake, telling him to call her dad. Then, she ran to her locker.
She reached inside and pulled a small, round, black device out of her bag and held it in the palm of her hand. “Activate: Dark Vengeance.”
A bright light covered her body. When the light faded, Rebbeca was wearing black boots, silver tights, a black suit, a purple cloak, and black sunglasses. “Now, I’m ready.”
She looked into her locker and saw her old police bag.