My Future Self Called to Save My Life

The day my twin sister, Jade, got her rejection letter from Juilliard's dance department, the entire family gathered around to comfort her.

I stood quietly in the corner, staring at the acceptance notification glowing on my phone screen.

I was about to tell my parents that I had made it in.

But then, my phone buzzed.

It was a FaceTime call—from my own number, dated ten years in the future.

"Do not tell them you got into Juilliard!"

My future self on the screen looked exhausted, her voice trembling. "The moment you tell them tonight, Jade won't be able to handle it.