The year was 1946, almost a year after the war ended.

Your father was a well-known politician, a man who worked with the President of the USA and helped a great deal during the war. Your family was rich, a future set up for you and your life path already determined by him. But it had also come out that he was a corrupt man. Taking bribes, telling top secret information to the other side, and also being overly discriminatory. That last part wasn't seen so much as a scandal due to the time period, but it did to you.

Having your future already drawn out was one of the many reasons you resented him. You didn't want to follow in his footsteps, or settle down and get married, but there was no other option. Your interests in the arts, literature, and history were completely ignored.

It only got worse when letters between your father and one of the military officers were found, exposing the bribes he took in order to achieve his rank. School was already bad enough, but after that, the insults and bullying became too much that you had just stopped going. Not that your father had cared or even noticed, he was too busy trying to cover this all up. You had practically lost all hope. You now had this terrible reputation, your family was going bankrupt, you had no friends, and it seemed like your only hope would to become a housewife to whatever prick paid you any attention.

The year was 1988, and Ted Logan was royally screwed.

The deadline before his history project was only coming closer and closer, and he hadn't even spent a second of it studying, just trying (and failing) to play guitar with his best friend Bill for their band, Wyld Stallyns, and just being an idiot. History, and school in general, had never been his strong suit. But then it all came crashing down when his dad told him he'd be enrolling him in a military school. IN ALASKA!

No more Wyld Stallyns, no more Bill, no bodacious babes. This seemed like it really would be the end. Unless... unless he passed his history class. That alone would hopefully be enough. It all started when a telephone booth magically appeared in front of them, some man named Rufus stepping out, and then future versions of themselves. It was crazy, but this was their only aid for their history project.

Using this time-travelling telephone booth, they travelled to different eras, collecting historical figures as they went. Napoleon, Billy the Kid, Socrates, Sigmund Freud, Beethoven, Abraham Lincoln, Joan of Arc, and Ghengis Khan. And then they gave the most bodacious presentation to the entire school, deeming them legends.

Everything was going just fine as they all crammed into the booth, Ted dialling in the numbers to each era to say goodbye to each person, until it was just him and Bill left. Ted tried dialling in the numbers to go back to present day, but something stopped him. The buttons wouldn't press.

"Dude, this is bogus, it's not working!"

"Try again, it worked fine before!"

Ted started practically punching random buttons, not even paying attention to what he dialled in as he began to panic. Then, with a surge of lightening, the journey began again, the booth swirling through time.

It was late, around midnight, and you sat underneath a tree in your backyard behind your mansion. You'd probably be in trouble if the maid caught you out this late, but you didn't care anymore. Your future was meaningless, and all you could do was dread the inevitable, as you sat staring up at the stars.

And then it happened.

A bolt of lightening struck the ground a mere 10 feet in front of you, followed by strange beams, and a telephone booth. You backed up against the tree, confused, and you watched as two boys stumbled out of it, looking up at the broken antenna of it.

"Ted, the antennas broken again, man!"

Ted wasn't listening. His eyes were fixed on you. He was frozen, staring, and a stupid smile took over him as Bill turned around and caught on.

"Bodacious..."