Valerunner
Probably shouldn't be here.
- Pronoun
- She/her
(So you have one hour with your past self, your choice of age. What happens?)
(12 vs 18)
Cool, a time machine!
Don't fucking touch that. Anyway, I'm here because my life could be better and yours is not bat either, come to think of it. I'm gonna make it better.
So this is like a prophecy?
No. First things first, be fucking normal. That ninja amputated arm shit isn't gonna last past Year 8. And you will be the laughing stock.
But the Sixth Formers like me!
They see you as runts that do tricks. Focus on your work and don't let it get to you that it's easy; you just had a few lessons early.
So I'm not smart? At least I'm actually tall here.
HAH. Biggest load of bullcrap I've heard. They have massive growth spurts and you will be dwarfed by Kieran.
He's like the size of a plate.
And he will jump to 5"6. You will stay at 5". So drink your milk damn you.
Anything else? Like how to be popular?
Lose your ego, keep your shame. Everytime you face strangers, your thought is "blank slate. I can do anything." Then do anything. You will be applauded. Also, stick with Phill, Woody is an asshat, Tom is an asshat, Tracy will break you, Harry is an asshat, find other friends, pick Sarah over Kim, and just see what happens.
So do I get to change my name?
Don't fucking start. You're still changing, but to something decent. You're keeping John. And you need to take care of your skin. You're gonna be putting a lot of makeup on it.
What?
You dress up. Once you hit my age, you'll hit it into hyperdrive; you'll go out in heels and a catsuit in London and pass. Then you'll plan to live with that identity. Look up "bigender". And ask for a fucking desktop.
Weeeird.
Oh, and be more discreet when you dress up.
I don't do that stuff! That's weird.
If it didn't have any consequences I have the right mind to break your arm and feed it to you.
Eew. So am I going to university?
Ask me in a month's time, kid. You're aiming for Theatre Studies.
Isn't that like plays and Shakespeare? That's gay.
Riddle me this, you runt: what type of people do theatre?
Gays and girls.
Girls and gay guys, right. Now are those girls going to be dating the guys?
No, they're gay!
There. You have the whole field to yourself.
OHHHHH.
Speaking of gender, you become bigender.
WHAT
Bigender. You have a male and female side to you. Well, different sides of the same you. Like a piece of paper. One side is male, the other female, but you're still one piece of paper.
So I wear dresses and stuff OUTSIDE?
Only done that once. And it was a relative success. My feet fucking hurt, though.
GAAAY.
*18 year old me has 12 year old me in an ankle lock, he taps out*
The hell was that for?
Being annoying. Bye.
Wait, what?
Just realized I am such a bully.
(12 vs 18)
Cool, a time machine!
Don't fucking touch that. Anyway, I'm here because my life could be better and yours is not bat either, come to think of it. I'm gonna make it better.
So this is like a prophecy?
No. First things first, be fucking normal. That ninja amputated arm shit isn't gonna last past Year 8. And you will be the laughing stock.
But the Sixth Formers like me!
They see you as runts that do tricks. Focus on your work and don't let it get to you that it's easy; you just had a few lessons early.
So I'm not smart? At least I'm actually tall here.
HAH. Biggest load of bullcrap I've heard. They have massive growth spurts and you will be dwarfed by Kieran.
He's like the size of a plate.
And he will jump to 5"6. You will stay at 5". So drink your milk damn you.
Anything else? Like how to be popular?
Lose your ego, keep your shame. Everytime you face strangers, your thought is "blank slate. I can do anything." Then do anything. You will be applauded. Also, stick with Phill, Woody is an asshat, Tom is an asshat, Tracy will break you, Harry is an asshat, find other friends, pick Sarah over Kim, and just see what happens.
So do I get to change my name?
Don't fucking start. You're still changing, but to something decent. You're keeping John. And you need to take care of your skin. You're gonna be putting a lot of makeup on it.
What?
You dress up. Once you hit my age, you'll hit it into hyperdrive; you'll go out in heels and a catsuit in London and pass. Then you'll plan to live with that identity. Look up "bigender". And ask for a fucking desktop.
Weeeird.
Oh, and be more discreet when you dress up.
I don't do that stuff! That's weird.
If it didn't have any consequences I have the right mind to break your arm and feed it to you.
Eew. So am I going to university?
Ask me in a month's time, kid. You're aiming for Theatre Studies.
Isn't that like plays and Shakespeare? That's gay.
Riddle me this, you runt: what type of people do theatre?
Gays and girls.
Girls and gay guys, right. Now are those girls going to be dating the guys?
No, they're gay!
There. You have the whole field to yourself.
OHHHHH.
Speaking of gender, you become bigender.
WHAT
Bigender. You have a male and female side to you. Well, different sides of the same you. Like a piece of paper. One side is male, the other female, but you're still one piece of paper.
So I wear dresses and stuff OUTSIDE?
Only done that once. And it was a relative success. My feet fucking hurt, though.
GAAAY.
*18 year old me has 12 year old me in an ankle lock, he taps out*
The hell was that for?
Being annoying. Bye.
Wait, what?
Just realized I am such a bully.