(Y/N) POV:
Everyone always has a wish or dream. But, has anyone's dream actually come true? My name is (Y/N). I'm not your typical teenager. I feel like I don't belong in 2021. I love everything glitter. I dream one day when disco is appropriate again. I am obsessed with the 1970s. Give me an ABBA or Andy Gibb album and a pair of bell bottoms and I am in heaven. I mean, I don't completely hate modern day. But how groovy it would be to have been able to enjoy the fashion, music and people of the 70's in flesh and blood.
One thing I need to mention, I'm not the best of student. Biology and precalculus are not my cup of tea. Failing these classes usually leads to weekly fights with my mom. But today was the worse of them all.
"You don't understand me at all!" I yelled in anger at my mom.
My mom rolled her eyes, "You think I had it easy back in the 90s? We didn't have computers at hand as easy for help when we failed!"
I ended up getting fustarted and stormed away from my mom. I slammed the door shut and my Andy Gibb poster fell off the wall.
The only thing that could calm me down was music. I grabbed my portable vinyl record player. The first album I pulled out to play was my ABBA the album from 1978.
As it spun, I was still mad. Why couldn't I just lose some of my responsibilities for a while? I was a bit startled when the lights flickered on and off. I looked outside and saw nothing but rain beating down on the freshly mowed grass. I could hear my mom outside my door, wanting to come in. As I continued to watch the record spin right to left, my anger and irritation built up to an inferno. I shook my head and screamed "I wish it was 1978!"
Next thing (Y/N) knew, she was out like a light. What was to come when she came to her senses?
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Taken Too Seriously- An Andy Gibb/Karen Carpenter What If Fanfiction
Historical Fiction(Y/N) is feeling blue. Everything she loves revolves around the 1970s. During a thunderstorm, she's basking in her bedroom playing her favorite ABBA album when her emotions push her over the edge. In anger, she sc...
