What the hell is this stench?! Wait…
Simon, vaguely remembering the smell of his own room, awoke. The build up of dust and sweat, leftover plates on his desk—the room of a teenager.
Instantly, he jolted up. In no way a regular human could do that after falling 15 stories. Yet right now he was far more jovial in his movements than before, quite limber even.
His eyes darted to his thick hands. His sickly pale skin was gone. At that moment his vision lowers even more. His tanned stomach had toned rectangular six-pack.
He didn't even need to look at a mirror, he knew that right now, his hair was now muddy golden and slicked back. Instead, he reached for his phone. Ignoring the screen that is cracked more than not, a thing he was somehow used to back then.
In bright letters was today's date; 2014, January 16th. He objected against the logic behind this, and after a peek in the mirror, to reaffirm, sat down on his messy bed.
I've returned to 10th grade? My body is back to it's peak, but fuck! Why couldn't I go back at least a year earlier!
He clenched his jaw, relentlessly the muscles ached. Remembering, that he now was in fact, a generic delinquent.