Mary woke up, yawning as she found herself in a bed. She got out of the bed, remembering everything that happened.
"Whoa!" She said, recognizing the room she was in as her old room from when she was in high school.
She smiled giddily, twirling around as she laughed. "Yes! It worked! I'm really young again!"
Interrupting her celebration, however, was her mom, banging on the door, the sound of glass breaking.
"Keep it down, you slut!" She yelled, obviously drunk. "Don't make me go in there!"
Mary stopped immediately, remembering how abusive her mom was. "Yes, ma'am!" She said, although she didn't mean it.
She sighed, knowing that not everything would be perfect. Looking around, however, she found the vials on her desk.
Running to them, and quickly hiding them away, so her mother couldn't find them, she smiled.
She'd have no problem dealing with her mother laer, but for now, Mary wanted to......