Tara

After searching for a while longer, I finally found Tara. She was by the park waiting for me.

"I finally found you," I said to Tara. "The phone tracker wasn't working too well."

"Tell me about it," she replied. "Just before you found me right now, my phone was showing that you were far from here."

Me and Tara both examined each other.

"Well, look at us," I said. "We're young again!"

"We sure are, Ricky," Tara replied. "It looks like you brought us back in time again."

"Yeah, I guess I kinda did," I responded.

I asked Tara where her house was, and she pointed across the street. It turns out that we live pretty close to each other, and I spent all that time searching for her in the wrong area. I told Tara where my place was, and then we just burst out in laughter.

"That's pretty funny," I said. "I blame this damn phone for its lack of accuracy."

"That's hilarious, Ricky," Tara replied. "It's nice that we live near each other though."

"Yeah, it is," I responded.

Now that me and Tara are reunited, I guess the next step is to figure out where we are and what time we're in. Me and Tara both know that we're supposedly starting grade 12 in the next couple of days, so that would make us both 17 years old, but what year is this?