After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
Since I literally don't have anything better to do atm(I actually do but procrastination rules) I'll just keep writing until I run out of ideas.
The next two chapters will have trigger warnings, since both chapters deal with rather serious topics. (Why did non of you tell me that I wrote "Topics" twice instead of "chapters" T.T)
TW/ Death, Murder, Racism.
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Chess was probably that one game my father played with me when I was younger, and even though Maddie was very good, I probably knew this game and each and every move like the back of my hand.
"No way, I didn't see that. How many times have you won now? You gotta be bored."
"I believe this to be the twentieth round."
"Please remind me to never play chess with you again."
"We'll be arriving quite soon, get your stuff and come on deck."
Charlie called from outside. The four days went by rather quickly. We only stopped once last night, to sleep in a hostel so we could wash ourselves before arriving in London.
Which I was rather glad about.
I couldn't imagine walking into one of London's finest Hotels after spending 3 days under deck without having washed myself.
We didn't bother unpacking, which is why we only had to close our bags and were already on deck.
And there was London. We just passed the Big Ben, which meant Charlie would probably take us to Blackfriars Pier. From there it shouldn't be more than a twenty minute walk to the hotel.
Close enough to the pier, Charlie was the first one to leave the boat, so he could help us step up the edge. What a gentleman.
