“Time Stamp: Back to the 80’s (Part Two: For Reals….)” (Page 3)

 

The kids looked like time-warp rejects out of their regular clothes and stuck into something more appropriate to the time period.

 


 

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“Are we really going to school here?” asked Casey. “That’s so cool!”

“As soon as you’re enrolled,” said Lisa. “We should be there soon.” She loved going back to driving a car without GPS and a touch screen—it was somehow more fun, more like driving than multi-tasking. She looked in the rear view mirror and smiled, for the kids looked like time-warp rejects out of their regular clothes and stuck into something more appropriate to the time period. They had fussed about for at least an hour in the morning to get dressed, with Casey throwing on whatever interesting clothes he could find and Jennifer having to get past seemingly 100 “ews” before she finally came to grips with the fact that she had no other clothes.

“Look!” Casey said, pointing out the window. “They still had Toys R Us!”

Jennifer gazed out the window, crinkling her nose. “Gemco?” she said. “Some of these places have funny names.” She motioned to Casey. “Hey,” she whispered.

Casey stopped looking out for a moment. “What?”

Jennifer stuck her hand in the back pocket of her peach jean skirt, slowly pulling out a cell phone—and keeping it low behind the back seat so that Lisa could not see.

“Jenny!” Casey said, in a hushed whisper. “I thought they took
that away!”

“I had Debbie’s cell phone to use one of her apps,” Jennifer said. “And I didn’t give it back to her yet! I had it in my back pocket, and they didn’t know!”

“No way!” Casey whispered back.

Jennifer started shaking the cell phone in the back of the bench-seated car. “Oh, no! The battery’s running low!”

“Who cares?” Casey said, leaning back against his seat. “There’s no internet, anyway!”

Jennifer smiled smugly, though, her mind teeming with plans to show the “80’s people” what they were missing. ©Brenna Pierson

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