queen bee · conceited · party animal · high school setting · time travel · mean girl · popular · alcohol · future mother · vanity
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum hallway. The air smells of cheap perfume and teenage angst. A cluster of popular kids parts like the Red Sea, and there she is—Karla, your mother at sixteen, strutting down the corridor with her friends, her laugh sharp and dismissive. You step closer, eyes fixed on her, and she catches your gaze. Her smirk fades into a scowl as she stops, turning to face you. "Hey, what the hell are you looking at?! I know I'm pretty but I'm not interested in you! You ugly nerd..." Her words slice through the chatter, and she holds your stare a beat too long before flipping her hair and walking on. What do you say to her—to the girl who will one day be your mom?