• Give the students some time to think about it and then get
them to discuss it in pairs or small groups.
• Get some feedback from around the room.

After we had finished the English class, we joined a project for getting grades. The first place that came into our mind was the library, a quiet place where we could hear our thoughts. Going throw the library I could feel the smell of old paper in the air, going deeper and deeper in that jungle of bookshelves with the books as leaves. Since all the modern computers were occupied, we went to the only available computer. During its start, we could see the dust collected for a long time, we could figure it out that it was the first time in a while it was powered up. As we saw the windows XP logo, we could tell we had touched an artifact.

During our research, Irina went and brought a few coffees, when accidentally her leg got caught in a cable spilling all of the coffee over the computer that acted as expected after coming in contact with hot liquid.
 We freaked out, that we must have paid a fortune for it; luckily, our colleagues were handy with computers and threw a look to see if they could fix it. (we thought there was no chance but trying to fix it couldn't do any more harm, right?) Out of the blue, the computer started fuming and strange lights started coming out of it. The next thing we knew was that we felt like we were sucked by a vacuum and the force pulling us got stronger and stronger with every second passing by.
 The next thing I remember is that we woke up on the floor in the same library but something was feeling odd and I couldn't figure out quite what it was.
 We got up and asked ourselves what was going on (to our surprise, the computer was somehow fixed and looking better than before our research).
 As we got out of the library, the difference between us and the others was enormous, particularly clothing.
 Girls were wearing checkered dresses with a blue apron on top, and boys were wearing a school suit with a blue tie.
 As we walked on the corridor to the class, everybody was staring at us with curiosity as we came from the future. (we really came from the future :D)
 As we stepped into the class, we looked for our colleagues but couldn't see any familiar faces.
 We headed to the back of the classroom, where we saw the only empty benches in the whole classroom. After the first bell, the history teacher entered the classroom, but she had a younger appearance. I felt like the stranger of this school, this bizarre situation couldn't answer the question "what is going on? ". All of us felt the same about this odd situation. Weirdly enough, there were no tablets, no smart tables (only chalkboards), there was no trace of any modern technology.

As the class came to an end, someone came over to us and asked who we were. After that, we became the center of attention, making us feel pressured.

 | As the bell rings, we rush out of the classroom to prevent any more attention being drawn toward us.

Here we are, the backyard, after the corner under our favorite acacia, we all share what we just experienced and try to put it piece by piece in hopes of finding an answer. As we take peeks to the yard, we see the kids, and even high schoolers play outdoor games, unlike now in 2020 it was unconventional because of the presence of mobile phones, although kids are still playing outdoor games, their number has significantly decreased.

Coming to think about that, the image of me as a kid rushes my mind. The famous bench was still there but in a bad shape. Right next to the bench was a newspaper, Dragos grabs it and reads it word by word, a shock on his face appears when he reads the date of the newspaper (February.14.2000). Most of us fainted away by just realizing that we got stuck in time.

A kid in 2020 reads fewer books than one in 2000, the same kid doesn't or does (on a small scale) socialize with other kids making it harder to make friends, respect for teachers was more important than the lesson. 

If I stay to think about it now, most of the things have changed, the educational system has changed a lot and the people themselves have changed. 

From the precious memories that high-school would bring those times, now is a vague black hole with drained colorless memories, a bitter taste comes in my mouth for a moment followed by new thoughts. But that's my opinion, maybe others have a different vision on the new era of zombies. Moving on, without looking back, we raised our foot and went straight to the library where it all happened. 

As we see the computer once again, we stare and remember the things that happened hours ago.

Luckily, all the students were attending the classes which is why the computer was unused. 

As we powered it, the lack of wear was noticeable as the computer started almost instantly. On the desktop, a folder titled "The year 2020" had been highlighted, inside it was a picture with us before we got transported in the past. One of us dared to click on the picture, which turned the computer in that unforgettable vacuum that got us here in the first place. A terrible sensation if you ask me.

That time, all of us woke up… in the same place but somehow we were on our foot. I could smell the coffee which Irina spilled over, a feeling of home sweet home was present and fortunately, that time spent in the past didn't change the time in the present (hopefully). History class, we all sigh relieved and have a little chat then out of nowhere the teacher stops and tells us to pay attention.

As the class comes to an end, we are the last ones who step out of the class when the teacher tells us next time to pay attention to the class. As we apologize, her mood shifts into a brighter one and stutters for a moment then she quietly speaks for herself (I do know you from somewhere) (Butterfly Effect). We remain quiet then we make our way home…

THE END…