As you and the other campers scatter across the court and start getting ready to play volleyball, you notice an odd buzzing noise. At first, you assume it’s a bug or something, and wave your hand near your head trying to chase it off. Slowly, though, you realize that nobody else seems to be hearing it, as one of the other campers on your team tosses the volleyball up in the air and serves it over the net.
Your thoughts start drifting as the game begins; none of the campers on the other team seem to have played volleyball before(to be fair, neither have you) and as you are standing towards the back of the court it doesn’t seem likely the ball will be hit your way anytime soon. You remembered reading in the brochure for this camp your parents had shown you(boy, did THAT leave some things out, you thought wryly) that the camp always had extra events, like a costume party, during the evenings, with the campers provided costumes if they hadn’t brought ones from home. You chuckle to yourself. Of course you hadn’t brought your Halloween costume from home; last year you’d gone as a pop star—Britney Spears—with a blond wig and a tight blue dress. Not exactly something you’d bring to the middle of the woods....
Wait. That wasn’t right. You shake your head in confusion. You’d gone as Master Chief from the Halo series.....right? You even remembered saving up all summer to purchase that custom armor! But somehow that idea felt more like a faded dream than what had actually happened. The memory of the feeling of the wig on your head and the admiring looks you’d gotten from the boys at the party(But that never happened! part of your mind protests) seems so much more vivid and real.
You snap back to reality as Sarah, one of the other campers on your team, tosses you the volleyball. “It’s your turn to serve Gracie.” she says, gesturing at at the net and the other team waiting expectantly. You hadn’t really ever seen this done before, aside from a few commercials when you’d been watching shows online. You toss the volleyball up and whack at it. It doesn’t go particularly far, but at least it clears the net. The net....
Images begin appearing in your head once more. It’s a gym—you recognize it as your high school’s one. And judging by the guys in uniforms running around up and down the court as well as the massive crowd, there’s a basketball game going on. You blink, startled. You’d never bothered to attend the school’s basketball games before, yet from the looks of it you had had a court-side view. More images filter into your brain—-the black and gold cheerleading uniforms you and the other girls were wearing, the feeling of the pom- in your hands, the rush of excitement as Trevor winked at you, as he rushed by to play defense, his blond hair glistening with sweat.....
Okay, this was getting too weird, even by the crazy standards you’d somehow already adjusted too, you thought. Your memories were clearly changing. Trevor was one of your friends, yes, but he was a gamer too—too? You didn’t exactly have new memories of being interested in video games appearing.....anyway, he’d certainly hadn’t been good enough at basketball to be starting on the varsity team. It seems like this reality changes are affecting far more than just you and your memories now.