Rebirth 1995: Don't Miss It This Time

When she was fifteen years old, she walked into the classroom. He raised his head, then lowered it again. Open your eyes again, 1995. The ceiling fan was whirring, "My Deskmate" was playing on the radio, and his mother was shouting in the corridor, "The porridge is cold." It took him three seconds to confirm that this was not a dream, then he opened his homework and wrote a line on the last page - In this life, he will never bow his head again.