"This cottage is so much nicer than i thought it would be!" I exclaimed
"Same here! But the beds creak." Replied trevor.
"Yeah." I agreed as i turned on a few lamps.
"Its kinda creepy." I said looking out of the window towards the graveyard.
"What is?" Asked trevor.
"The angel statues." I answered pointing towards one that was close to the window.
"Yeah kind of." He agreed.
Later that night i was sitting on the couch texting my lucky friends that got to sleep in a fancy hotel, when the lights started flashing. At first i thought it had something to do with the fact that this cottage was really old, but then i saw something from the corner of my eye move from outside the window. I turned my head and saw that the statues aren't in the same spot as they were a few minutes ago. I got up and walked to the window. They were all facing the cottage now.
"What the hell?" I said under my breath. "Trevor!" I yelled. He didn't answer. "Trevor! Did you do this?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Where is he? "Trevor?" I called but he didn't answer. "Trevor?" I said looking around the cottage. "Trevor?" I yelled one last time before the lights flickered again. "Trevor this isn't funny!" I shouted. The lights flickered again. "Please Trevor" i yelled. The lights flickered. "Ok. You got me!" As soon as i said that i heard the front door open. "Trevor is that you?" I asked. No one answered. The lights flickered again. When they stopped one of the angel statues where right in front of me.
"What the f***!" I whispered as i blinked. When i opened my eyes i was in the middle of a cobble road.
"Where am i?" I said out loud. I was cold. I was wearing a tank top with jeans. I was getting a few stares from people walking around. Why are they wearing those cloths? They where dressed in cloths that where worn in the 1600's or something like that.
"Excuse me." I said to a woman "where am i?" "London 1685" She replied looking at me in confused. I gasped. How can i be i london 1685?! Thats impossible!
"Why are you wearing those clothes?" She asked me "Sorry." I said before asking for some cloths. She was kind enough to give me warmer cloths. "How old are you?" She asked me "14" i replied "do you know a place where i can stay?" I asked her "No" She answered "oh well thanks anyway." I said before shaking her hand and left.
What will i do? I have no idea how i got here, or more importantly how to get back. I have no where to stay, and no money.
I let a few tears fall.
I think i know somewhere i can stay. It wont be fun though.
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Hey its ashley,
Sorry the chapter was so short, but i didnt know what else to add.
Comment if you want the next chapter
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