Part 1: Accidents Happen
This is the story of a girl named Amanda Wilson; she is 17 years old and attends Maple County High School in Stapleton California. Amanda is wealthy, well her mother is anyway, she is your typical, average Valley-Girl in every way, right down to her golden locks. She always said that the one thing she truly ever feared was getting old, she wanted to be young and beautiful for as long as possible, today she’s going to get her wish, though not in the way she originally meant.
Amanda awoke trying to stop the buzzing of her alarm clock; it was seven in the morning and time for her to get ready for school. She hated school, it was an annoyance, and her life was already pre-planned anyway. Amanda’s father passed away a few years ago and her father had willed her to inherit his multi-million dollar computer consulting firm, it didn’t matter if Amanda even graduated, she would own it in a year, and she would allow the company to run it’s self and simply take on the role of owner, and let the profits roll in. Amanda’s mother wouldn’t allow her to attend a private school or any such place, not that Amanda wanted to anyway, and insisted that she attend public school like her father and her did, Amanda was willing to go along with this for one reason alone; she would not get her inheritance until she graduated, until then her mother had power of attorney in all matters of the firm.
She looked through her wardrobe and selected a simple pair of jeans, open toed sandals, and a red tank top that exposed her mid-drift, glancing in the mirror she nodded thinking that she looked fine. She hurried to the dinner table to grab a quick breakfast before she dashed to her car for the drive to school. The red convertible Corvette sat in the garage as Amanda clicked off the alarm and hopped in the vehicle, with the skill and recklessness that only a teenager can manage she peeled out of her driveway and sped off toward the school.
Meanwhile…
Dr. Albert Carver watched carefully as his newest creation was being powered up, Dr. Carver spent a large amount of his time working on all manner of crackpot inventions and this one was no different. The newest brainchild of the good doctor was what he called his “Biological Time Dilation Field Generator” or B.T.D.F.G. for short. The idea behind the invention was simple, by creating a large enough electromagnetic field that would mimic a gravitational anomaly that could be attuned to the EMF around the human body allowing a person to slow the effects of aging on the cellular level, in effect placing them in a state of suspended animation. The device was funded by a grant program that Dr. Carver got after purchasing a program called “How to Get free Money From the Government” that he saw on late-night TV, and Dr. Carver planned to make a lot of money after he sold the patent on the first ever Suspended Animation machine, a good thing too at age fifty three he deserved to retire wealthy.
Albert heard a bell ring and he glanced up at the clock, it was almost eight o’clock, which meant that class would be starting soon. He momentarily forgot about his invention as he straightened his tie, and quickly stepped out of the back room of the science lab that he had been using as her personal “inventing room” closing the door behind him. Too bad in his haste he forgot to shut the machine off.
Elsewhere…
Linda Wilson watched the boardroom begin to fill with people as the weekly account review was about to begin. She wasn’t an unattractive woman, being nearly thirty nine with a seventeen year old daughter but the effects of her age were starting to show themselves. She glanced at her reflection in the open window frowning at the crow’s feet around her eyes and sighed silently to herself as rain began to fall. Finally the last member of the board, Mr. Ian Masters, entered the room. Linda glanced at her watch as the meeting slowly began, it was over half past nine she wondered what her daughter was doing right then, probably having fun she mused as the monotone voice of another board member, Emmit Washington, filled the room.
Back at the School…
Ten O’clock rolled around and Amanda groaned, P.E. had just let out, easily her best subject, even though she was glad that they didn’t make them run the track due to the rain. Her next class was Science Lab, taught by the teacher that they nicknamed “Crazy Old Professor Carver” an eccentric professor who had more than once been reprimanded for teaching “Unorthodox Theory” as the school called it. It wasn’t that his class was super hard, or that he was mean, quite the opposite his class had a lot of hands on projects and Dr. Carver was a kind old coot who always had a smile on his face, Amanda just hated science in general.
Thunder crashed overhead as Dr. Carver took his place at the white “marker board” he used to demonstrate his various theories to the class and checked his curriculum sheet to see what the students would need for finals in just a few months. Albert cleared his throat, “Ok class, today we will be going over the interaction of chemical compositions that generate electricity.” He said, “This is more of a review lesson I know, but it will be on your finals so pay attention please.” Amanda sighed as the professor began writing out a list of acids on his board, she opened her notebook and began to copy the notes that he claimed would be needed, it was just then that a loud thunderclap echoed through the room and a bolt of lightning struck the ground outside the class window.
Suddenly the lights in the room began to dim, “Great.” Amanda muttered, “Just what we need, a brownout.” she glanced up at a strange sound coming from the room behind Dr. Carver’s marker board. Amanda wasn’t the only one who noticed it, a boy next to her named Martin Johnson raised his hand, “Professor Carver,” the nerdy looking Martin asked, “What is making that “thrumming” sound?” he motioned to the door behind Albert. “I, I’m not sure Mr. Johnson, the only thing back there is my newest invention and it shouldn’t be making any noise like that.” Just then he remembered that he forgot to turn his machine off, he pulled the board out of the way to get to the door when suddenly a blue “shockwave” spread through the room.
The Professor was knocked to the floor as the wave forced it’s self through the room, Amanda first noticed something odd with him, his white hair was turning darker, becoming black as pitch, many of the wrinkles in his face began to vanish and he looked very fit, “He’s getting younger!” she breathed in awe as the once fifty-something professor was now in his mid to late thirties. Amanda glanced down at herself, she too was changing, her top was loosening and so were her pants, she stood up wobbly only to find her feet didn’t quite fir in her sandals anymore, she glanced around the room and was shocked by what she saw. The class was nearing the wrong side of puberty at an alarming rate, Martin looked like he was only twelve or thirteen, several of the other students screamed, one of the girls was clutching at her chest and crying hysterically. Amanda looked at herself again as she felt her pants slip off her thighs, she was only about nine years old now and still youthening. She took a few steps back in horror, her fear even more compounded by the fact that she felt her bare feet on the room’s carpeting as her now child’s feet slipped out of the sandals she was wearing. “Professor!” she cried, her voice now a child’s where a teenager’s used to be squeaked out “What’s happening?” The seven year old started to move to the teacher before she tripped on her much too large jeans and fell over, before she could rise however she had slipped from child to toddler, her shirt was being held up by her hands covering her once teenage body as her mind tried to grasp what had happened, the two year old began to cry.
Back at the boardroom…
“Thank you for your presentations,” Linda began, “Next week we will go over special projects and…” he voice faltered as a wave of blue light stretched across the window looking outward. “What the hell is that?” asked Ian as the shockwave blazed through the boardroom. Linda gasped as the wave passed through her body, the first thing she noticed as that she wasn’t hurt, the second was that her clothes were feeling a little bit odd, she felt great, she could feel her chest firm up and her stomach recede a little. She gasped as she looked into the window to see her own now-twenty four year old face looking back. Linda glanced around the room and noted that a similar transformation had taken hold of the others, some were now in their early or mid thirties, others in the mid to late twenties, and one man a Carl Lott was barely out of his teens. The door to the boardroom opened and her secretary, a college student, or at one time a college student, named Rebecca stumbled in, she was clutching her blouse and skirt to hold them up as the four year old stumbled in.
To be continued…
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PS. I apologize for the bad formatting, I have it all indented and everything in Word but dunno how to do that in html. But the spelling and grammar should be right. :)