Free No Regrets by Elizabeth Karre Page B

was dark and quiet. I checked the time. 3:17 a.m. Why not try it right now? No one would notice I was gone. I just wanted to see if it worked.
    I jumped out of bed but then sat down on the edge. I had to think. I wasn’t ready to do any business. Something simple. Even though the future was what I really wanted to see, the idea of jumping into the future gave me shivers.
    I didn’t feel like getting dressed. But time traveling in my pajamas? Then I laughed. I stood up and said, “Past. April 14, 3:17 a.m.” Then I banged my heels together three times.
    I can’t even say how it felt. It hurt. I thought I was going to puke. Then I fell over and realized I was in my living room. I got up slowly. I was so tired. Was I really in yesterday?
    The house felt exactly like it had a minute ago when I was in my room. Dark. Quiet. Then someone turned over in bed in my parents’ room upstairs, and I jumped. I walked silently down the hall to my room and stopped with my hand on the door.
    I tried to open the door quietly, but it always squeaks. The girl in the bed moved but she didn’t wake up. It was hard to see with the shades down. As my eyes got used to it, I could see it was me. I mean, she was me. Yesterday, last night.
    I couldn’t really take it in. I tried to remember if I’d dreamed about anything last night or what. This part of last night was a blank, though. I’d just slept through it.
    I slid carefully down the wall to sit on the floor and watch myself sleep. It worked, it worked! My heart was pounding. You’re OK, I tried to tell myself. Even if you get stuck, it’s just yesterday.
    I felt smart—getting stuck in yesterday wouldn’t be so bad. Basically nothing changed then. Except—dang! Now there was her and there was me. What would I do? Who would live my life? Would I follow her around?
    My mind was whirling when all of a sudden I felt myself yanked back. Same bad feeling, wanting to puke, and then I slammed down on my bed. Even more tired than before, I crawled under my blankets and fell back asleep.
    â€œC’mon, you get a magic power and you use it to go watch yourself sleep yesterday ?”
    I pulled a pillow over my head. “I need to sleep. Go away.”
    The guy pulled the pillow back to look at me. “You OK? I told you it wasn’t fun.”
    â€œI just wanted to see if it worked.”
    He looked offended.
    â€œI thought I might get stuck.” I put an arm over my eyes. “But I’m so tired.”
    He put the pillow back over my head gently. “OK, I’ll leave you alone. But seriously, you got to save this stuff for when you really mean it. Now that you know how it feels.”
    I nodded under the pillow as I sunk deeper into sleep.

chapter four
    My mom was already gone when I got up. She takes the bus, so sometimes she leaves early. My dad wasn’t downstairs yet when I got out of the shower.
    I yelled up the stairs. “Can I take the car? I missed the bus.”
    I could hear my dad grumbling behind the bedroom door. Then he opened it. “No, you know what your mother said.”
    â€œC’mon! My suspension was months ago! I need to drive today! Please, Dad!”
    He coughed. “No. Anyway, I need the car today.” I heard him walk back into the bedroom. Looking for his smokes. “Better get going so you’re not late.”
    I cussed under my breath and slammed the door as I left. I had lied about missing the bus, but it was coming down the street as I got to the corner. Good thing I hadn’t stayed to argue.
    I put my earbuds in as the bus pulled up. I didn’t want to talk to anyone this morning. I needed to think.
    But instead of planning when I needed to go and what I needed to figure out, I just thought about Marquis. It used to be that a million times a day I would hold my phone and think about texting or calling him. Now it was only, like, ten times a day. But now if I could