I was no longer disturbed by the fact that I did not understand a single thing that came out of Miss Hayes' mouth. Simply because I no longer paid attention to the lesson. I was a little too busy trying to overcome the shock about what was happening to me.
Why was the day repeating?
Was I crazy?
Was it maybe really just the first day and I just had a dream about the future or something?
History class repeated itself.
So did English.
When lunchtime came, I dragged my feet languidly to the canteen.
I had pasta yesterday. I still remembered the creamy carbonara sauce as it melted away in my mouth.
What should I eat for lunch this time?
The same thing?
Wait, I did read about time loop stories before. The person who got trapped had to make a different choice in order to save the day. The question was, what needed to be saved? I didn't know.
I ended up getting a hotdog with fries. As I lined up to pay, I kept going through everything that happened the day before.
