Chapters (52)
- COVER PAGE
- DEDICATION
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- PART TWO
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Josie rolled her eyes. ‘You do whatever you want, but all I can say is that you’ll need a thicker skin if you want to survive hospitality.’
Evie shook her head, remembering what it was like to work behind this counter. Apart from the creepy perverts, there were customers who were too rushed to look you in the eyes, or too careless to say thank you. The movie-goers who would snigger when you dropped a cup of Coke. There were also plenty of people who were polite and friendly, but the negative interactions were the ones that left a mark. She sighed as she served the next customers, a group of chattering young teenage girls, who, she hoped, would one day take up the Me Too mantle.
Feminist ideology swirled around Evie’s head for the rest of the day. For the first time since being transported unceremoniously, and impossibly, ten years in the past, she was consumed by thoughts that extended beyond her own desires. Maybe she was here for more than just a romantic affair and a better career path. Maybe she’d been brought back here to shake things up. Or, dare she imagine it, to try to make the world around her a better place.
When her shift ended, she raced home as fast as the Northern Line would take her and barrelled upstairs, calling out a quick hello to her dad, who she could hear pottering about in the kitchen.
Grabbing a pen and a notepad out of her desk drawer, she slumped down on her bed, leaning up against the back wall, thinking. She wondered if everything was pre-ordained and it was useless trying to change anything except her own future. Maybe even that was already set in stone and, no matter the route she took, she’d ultimately end up in the exact same position. Or perhaps she’d shoot back to her thirties and be unable to remember any of this. What had Maximilian said? If only she still had the iPhone she’d recorded the interview on.
She tapped her pen rhythmically against her notepad, then started to write.
Things I should do to make the most of Project ‘Time Travel’:
1. Think about staying at university. You still have a lot to learn about the mechanics of writing! Plus, your lecturers have tonnes of contacts.
2. Stop avoiding your screenplay.
3. With that in mind, definitely don’t move out so early. Save money.
4. Empower the women you know to stand up for themselves and call out sexist behaviour.
5. Encourage people to stop using plastic straws at the cinema (Climate Change!!).
6. Stock up on Mrs Moffle’s Chocolate Popcorn before it goes out of stock/buy enough to keep it in business.
7. Try to find a way to warn Jennifer Garner that her relationship with Ben Affleck will not end well. SHE MUST HAVE HER HAPPY ENDING!