In a world where the government has the ability to change parts of history to their liking through a time machine, how long does it take until people find out?

The Essence of Time

"Renée. Renée. Renée. Who are you?" is what I ask myself throughout the whole week. At home, on the bus, in school... Everyday, I inch closer and closer to discovering any sort of recollection deep inside my mind. But nothing ever comes up. 


Anton, Beatrice, Myra, Max, Skyler and I have become a crew of some sort. We hang out together, have lunch together and discuss countless theories together. Theories about why only I was able to tear open an envelope, the envelope that sits tucked in the back pocket of my backpack right now. Theories on who Renée could possibly be, theories on anything and everything. 


“Is there anyone in your family named Renée? A distant relative or maybe an aunt?” Skyler asks me during lunch. “Not that I’m aware of, but I’m positive I’ve heard that name mentioned at home before.” I tell them. I make a mental note in my head to ask mum if there’s a Renée in our family when I get back home. 


Remember Me