Farewell, My Teenage Love

After senior year finals, guys across the school finally let loose, eagerly handing out love letters to the girls they admired.

But the biggest buzz was about Ryder Hayes, the school's heartthrob, who was finally going to confess to me, Hazel, his childhood sweetheart.

I stood by the classroom door, my cheeks flushed, my fingertips just about to touch that powder-blue love letter, when a man in a crisp suit suddenly burst in and tore the letter to shreds.

He claimed to be twenty-eight-year-old Ryder, time-traveled from ten years in the future.