15 years old

The morning sun rays did not enter the room as the curtains are still shut tight. In the big room, opposite the window lay the bed which looked empty, but you could see a bump. The bump raised and fell rhythmically. On a small table placed beside the bed are many fashion magazines of many languages messily arranged. Above the magazines was a digital clock showing 06:24. Beside the big window is a black mannequin torso that had pieces of clothes and pins stuck to it. Under the mannequin stand lays a pair of scissors and pieces of clothes. A little away from it is a half opened suitcase. It looks like the clothes are trying to come out of it.

If one listens carefully, they can hear the sounds coming from outside the room. Soon the digital clock showed 6:30 and the alarm rings. A hand comes out of the bump and tries to get to the clock. After a few seconds of struggle, the hand captures the clock and shuts it off. The hand goes inside the bump again, and the room goes silent.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick...

Suddenly the bumps gets up in a high speed and sit in the bed. The bedsheet falls down. It is a girl. Her long brunette hair falling on her shoulders. Her brown eyes wide open looking around the room. Her lips are open and murmuring something.

"Nnnnwww"

"NO WAYYY"

"Where is this place???" No... I know this place. This is where I slept for first 13 years my life.

It's her room when she was young.

"But, Why am I here?"

She got up from the bed and walked to the mirror beside the mannequin.

"This is me" Just that still a teenager.

" What am I? 13 years old?"

She tries to look for her phone on the bed to check the date. It's a fruit brand phone.

"I'm not 13" I only got a fruit brand when I was 15.

Opening the phone she finds that it is 2015.

Yeah, I'm 15. But why am I, 15 years old and why am I in my house.

The day before, she went to Waynns for a fashion show and fell asleep in her hotel room after the tired day. She was clearly 29 years old. But today she wakes up in her room when she was still young and became a 15-year-old.

 She opens the door and slowly walks out. The maid she doesn't really remember is cleaning the corridor. The room next to hers is closed. The maid look up and give her a smile. She smiles back and walked down the stairs. Downstairs is a big hall. The couch in the hall had two people sitting in it.

A middle-aged man holding a newspaper in his left hand and a cup on the right. He is slowly sipping the coffee from the cup. Near him is a teenage boy around 16 years reading a text book from school. Hearing the sound of footsteps from the staircase they both lookup.

"Natasha! You are up?", the teenage boy asked with a smile.

Natasha smiles back. "Good morning, Noel"

Then she looked at the man "Good morning, Dad"

"Good morning" They both replied in almost the same tone.

"Did you sleep well yesterday? After all today is your first day in the new school" the dad said.

"New school???"

"Don’t worry. Our school is a very friendly one. They won't discriminate you just because you are joining in the middle of the semester", Noel, her elder brother reassured her.

What is happening? She is very confused.

"I will go upstairs and freshen up" She said and run back to her room.

Her dad and brother gives her a melancholic look.

In her room she takes her phone and try to call her friend who studies with her in a fashion academy in Waynns.

"Hello"

"Hey Natasha, how are doing?? After going back home you never called me once"

"Sorry, I was a bit busy enrolling in the new school"

"Why are you sorry? It's okay. But don't worry. You can definitely win the next year's junior fashion design icon award. This year was definitely a tough competition. Take a rest and concentrate in your studies for now. Don't always think about the competition"

I didn't win this year's competition. I was the winner of 2015 junior fashion design icon.

"No, I'm not thinking about it. The winner..."

"Why are you talking about the winner again? Her work is fine. For a 15-year-old girl she is definitely on par with you. But failures are inevitable in our life. Take this as a motivation and do an even better job in your next competition."

"Sure, I will. Then I will call you when I'm free later"

Natasha hangs up the phone and searches the competition in the browser.

[National junior fashion design icon award 2015 Winner

Mila

A 15-year-old girl wins this year's National junior fashion design icon...

Young girls continuously taking away the junior awards for consecutive years. Last year's winner is in 2nd place...]

[Winning design this year:::::::::::]

The moment Natasha saw the Winning design the phone in her hands falls down. She takes the phone back again with trembling hands.

"This is my design" More like my future design.

There is no way she will forget her own design. This design got the first place on the International competition in 2018. That's how she became well known globally. But this girl…

How did she get my design which I haven't even created yet?

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