Emmanuel Gompel awoke from his deep slumber. His heartbeat was fast, there is a buzz from his brain, together there was panic spread throughout his body and fingertips. His eyes adjust to the newfound brightness.
Scanning his surroundings, he was in a room with green walls and black cabinets. Confused, he stared into the mirror intently. Emmanuel wasn't a male model but he could have been. The lush, ginger groomed hair with green eyes, narrow face with freckles.
[What the f*** is happening?]
[I look so young like when I was 13.]
Quickly he went across the room to look at the calendar, it was the 5th of June 2015.
[It was December 2039 from what I remember.]
[I was 13 years old at this time and living in London.
Happiness and confusion stuck his face. He started to dance across the room.
[Thank you, God, for this chance.]
All he had to do was avoid the car crash that put his mum in a coma and tore his ACL.
[If I remember correctly, my football trial with West Ham Utd is in 5 months, I better start training hard.]
[But before that, let's have Breakfast because I am starving.]
He went downstairs and saw a blond hair, ageing woman.
"Mum!!! ", Emmanuel belted out. He had not seen her walking for years, for so long he wished she woke up from a coma.
He ran into her arms and hugged her tight as possible. The woman thought about what had come over her son. But he did not care.
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