plotted out starter for @xeffie-thredsonx
Michael had gotten once again into a fight with Constance. It was as worse as the many times before. But it still seemed that this time was different from all the other times. She kicked him out, yelled at him he should leave and never come back. Out of anger and sadness, a feeling came over him and the next moment he was pressing her against the wall and choking her. Soon, he let go of her. After all she was his grandmother and the only person he had. Michael needed to get away. He grabbed his jacket and left the house. Not even caring about putting shoes on, he just walked down the porch and along the streets.
His face covered in tears, eyes swollen and hurt from the previous fight. He couldn’t understand why it had to be this way. He was a child, even if his body was now like that. But his grandmother loved him. He knew that. She just needed some alone time to calm down. And then he would be able to go back home.
Not paying attention to his surroundings, he didn’t notice he had already walked a couple blocks. He was fast, his eyes glued to the ground when he suddenly bumped into someone. His hands reaching out to keep the other on their feet, he finally looked up and saw a blonde haired girl. He swallowed, being able to finally talk. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” he spoke. his voice was shaky and it broke at the end of the sentence. Michael didn’t know the girl, never had he seen her before.
He also didn’t know that it was him, going back in time and changing his whole future.
