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Kittieme
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Identical Identity: Part 3

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Nadia sat on the bench wondering what on Earth could have made the time switch happen. She had seen movies and read books amount random time warps appearing on Earth but it all seemed unreal. There was no such thing as time warps. She knew better than to believe such nonsense. She tried as hard as she could to not believe the craziness, but it all made sense. Somehow she must have fell in a time warp on the bottom of the bathtub.

While she was trying to sort out the facts supporting her time warp theory, a man sat next to her and started chatting away.

"You come here often Miss?" He asked casually as he spit tobacco out onto the pavement.

"Just visiting . . ." Nadia replied. "What makes you ask?"

The man smacked his lips together and glared into the sun. He had shaggy blond hair and dirty clothing. He looked to be about twenty five or so.

"No reason ma'am, you just remind me of somebody I met a couple days ago." With that, he got up and sauntered away.

Nadia stared at him for quite a while until he was a blur in the distance. What a strange encounter. Nadia knew there were some pretty strange people in the world, but that was very bizarre. Could it possibly have anything to do with the time warp mystery?

After sitting on the bench for about half an hour, Nadia decided sitting around feeling confused wasn't going to help her return to 2010. Maybe if she found somebody who knew about time warps they could help her return to the world as she knew it.

Like her mother, many people looked at her strangely. Perhaps it was the messy pajamas and bed-head. It could be the fact she was dressed like a teen from the future. She stuck with number 2. It seemed like a reasonable hypothesis.

As she passed Jones Street, Nadia looked at the clear differences from now and where she was from. Children wore dressy clothes as they played hopscotch on the sidewalk. Men and women were dressed to impress too. Nadia felt extremely out of sort. She felt equally uncomfortable as she looked down a nearby alley. Standing near a pile of trash was two small girls. They were filthy in their torn clothing and had hair messier than Nadia's rat's nest hairdo. At first this seemed completely unreasonable. Then she realized she was in the 1960's and the little girls were African-American.

Nadia remembered reading in textbooks about how African-Americans were treated terribly in the 60's. With a heavy heart, Nadia turned down the alley.

"Don't come near me." One of the girls said trembling with fear.

"What? I'm not here to hurt you, I was just wondering if you were okay." Nadia tried to console the girls who clung onto each other and started whimpering.

"What happened to you two?" Nadia could tell they were devastated beyond how words could describe.

"Stop! Not again; please don't hurt me!" The other girl started crying and collapsed into the trash pile.

Nadia started feeling confused again. What were they talking about when they said "again"?

"What do you mean?" Nadia asked suspiciously.

The girls trembled again. "Don't play dumb, you know what happened. You know what you did."

Nadia didn't know how to tell them she really did not know what on Earth they were talking about.

"We know it was you who shot our brother." The other girl said as she started crying again.

Nadia felt her heart drop to the floor. What kind of twisted world was she in? Better yet, what kind of twisted person was she?

 

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