The Conductor

Chapter Four- Emma

Today was a lonely day, a B Day. I didn't have Band today, but however my best friend and close friends Abby and Miranda did.

I sat next to them, waiting outside of the Band Room where the early morning Jazz Band was rehearsing, waiting for them to finish up.

While we were sitting there, we talked more about the Time Traveller Theory. "The funniest thing is is that EVERYTHING Mr. Jones does adds up to being a time traveller!" Abby began excitedly.

"You are so totally right!" Miranda agreed. "Remember when he went to Florida with his wife? Remember the pictures he posted?!? It's all a disguise, a veil put right over our eyes and nobody, besides us, even knows it! See, he'll go to different places to save some distant galaxy or whatever, and go to tourist attractions just to make it look like they're regular people, but THEY HAVE BEEN FOOLED, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE WHO DOESN'T BELIEVE US!!! BUT WE HAVEN'T BEEN FOOLED!!!"

"Chill, Miranda." I replied.

"NO, I REFUSE TO CHILL! WE'RE RIGHT AND NO ONE BELIEVES US!"

I placed my hand over Miranda's face just to have her push it away with a disgusted look on her face. Miranda was a slight Germiphobe.

Just then, Gabi, Kennedy and Alicia walked down the small half-hallway we obviously call the Band Hallway.

"Hey guys!!! We're talking more about the Time Traveller Theory, wanna join?" Miranda greeted excitedly.

"Of course we do!!!" Alicia beamed.

The three sat down across from us. Gabi, Kennedy, and Alicia were all part of a group known as "The Seven Food Groups Mafia", where normal people with tragic back stories and gruff personality were named after foods and worked for Salad (Mr. Jones). The whole idea was supposed to be a short film, but the lead quit five months after we started the project (His name doesn't need to mentioned.) Miranda was Sprinkles, Alicia was Pistachio, I was PopTart, Gabi was Pineapple, Abby was Pumpernickel, and Kennedy was Potato. But that wasn't everyone, oh no. I could go on in detail exactly everyone who was in the mafia, but I won't just for the sake of your boredom.

"My mom said she could find out for sure if Mr. Jones is a Time Traveller or not." said Gabi. Gabi's Mom actually grew up with Mr. Jones' wife, so that's how she knows him.

"Thanks Gabi, but we don't need your mom to find out, we already know the truth!" Abby chimed. "But tell her thanks anyway!"

"Of course." she replied.

"Your mom knows what's up," Miranda added, "She actually believes us. My parents just think I'm weird. You should have seen how scared they looked when I told them we found Mr. Jones' time machine in a dark, abandoned building in Main Street. AN ABANDONED BUILDING!!!"

"Well, how do we know it was his?" I replied. "It could've been anyone's."

"That's a fair point..."

"But all evidence leads to it being his. Who else do we know that's a time traveller?" Kennedy said.

"That's a good point, too." Alicia agreed. " I was there when we found it. It looked like it was his!"

"But seriously, what is that building going to be?!?" I questioned. The building was abandoned for a very long time now, and it was starting to bug me. "It's been abandoned forever!!!"

"It's stayed abandoned for a reason! It's a time traveller head quarters! He keeps his time machine in there!" Miranda said.

"That's right!" Gabi agreed. "Where else than an abandoned building to keep his time machine?"

"You're right!" Abby beamed.

After we had finished our conversation, the Jazz Band students began to file out of the Band Room.

"You'd probably better go, Emma, it's eight o'clock." Abby cautioned.

"Alright, losers, I'll see you later!" I teased, standing up.

"Bye Emma!" Miranda waved. "Don't die!"

I walked down the Band hallway in curiosity as to whether or not we were right. I shouldn't doubt, because we are right, even if Mr. Jones refuses to admit it.