|{Place of Origin}|
Neptune City, New Jersey

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Cici Serrano

HIstory:

Unbeknownst to her, Cici’s powers had always been there. When she needed “five more minutes” before waking up for school, it was always there. When she needed “a little more time” to finish a test, it was always there. When she “a minute” to get ready, it was always there. Somehow she had always found the time to get where she needed to be. Her abilities were merely a natural extension of herself. It wasn’t until she saw herself at school, that she had any idea she was different.

During class, she left for a forgotten book, only to see herself standing by her locker. She approached slowly. As she got closer, she realized it couldn’t really be her. The twin looked older, fragile and tired. She rested against the lockers with dark shadows under her eyes. “How do you solve a time paradox?” the twin asked.

Cici didn’t have an answer. It wasn’t something she had ever considered. “I’m not really sure what a paradox is,” she admitted.

“Don’t go looking for yourself, Cici. You won’t like what you find,” the twin said, before flickering out of view. Immediately Cici covered her mouth to stifle a startled scream. When she returned to class, she had forgotten her book. The image of her twin stayed with her but she kept it to herself. Who would believe her?

A year later, Cici started learning to drive. She practiced with her dad on quiet streets. Everything was going well until she looked at her blind spot and saw herself again. The twin was watching her from across the street with the same shocked expression Cici had. The car swerved into the other lane and suddenly a truck came into view. With a quick intake of breath, time stopped. She could see the twisted metal peeling out towards her. She could see the glass hanging the air like snow. She turned to her father and saw blood frozen in a brilliant arc as his head connected with the windshield. “No,” she whispered, with a desperate urge to go back. And she did. In a blink of an eye, she was looking at herself in the mirror, both looking strangely curious. But this time, she hit the brakes. It was then she knew she was different. It was then she knew there was more.

Cici began experimenting with manipulating time. She could speed through boring classes. She could freeze a moment. But her biggest accomplishment was moving through decades like pages of a book. She explored history like no one else could. She snuck into Studio 54. She watched the Berlin Wall fall. She went to Woodstock. Every once in awhile, she’d see herself. She’d wave and she’d wave back. Sometimes she’d say hi. Little more. Sometimes she looked the same. Sometimes she looked stretched and tired. One afternoon, she was walking home when a fragile twin appeared.

“I don’t have much time. Take my hand,”

“Wait, why?” she asked.

The doppelganger held out her hands, reaching to grab her. “Just do it!” she shouted. Cici obeyed, trusting herself. And then suddenly, with a tight squeeze, everything went black. When she opened her eyes she found herself in an apartment. There was a postcard on the table. When she picked it up, it read, “Having fun in California, love Cici” addressed to her parents. This time, she did not stifle her scream.

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