"Are you sure about this?" May asked, fidgeting with her shirt. Her eyes kept darting from side to side, rendering her irises a blur of sandy brown and sky blue.
"Of course, they said there's only a 10% chance it'll go wrong!" I laughed nervously. I put my hand on my leg to stop it from shaking, but it only made it make a slightly less loud clank, clank, thunk sound than before.
"Did you just say ten percent?!" May slammed her hands down on the table. "They said it was safe! Ten percent isn't safe!" The desk lady glared at her.
"It's relatively safe! Anyway, I'm doing a public service because if I didn't, they would choose some poor child since it's safer to do it with someone small," I tried for a cheerful smile. "If an adult tries it, there's an 11% chance it'll go wrong!"
"Ah, yes, except you've overlooked that YOU ARE AN ADULT NOW" May put her head in her hands, her hair falling in front of her face like a wavy beige curtain.
I blinked. "What?" I was pretty sure I wasn't an adult. I was only 18, and adulthood was considered to start at 20, though legally, I'm already an adult. But I'm short, so my mass is technically less than the average and certainly legs contribute to mass so I could technically take the metal one off, except then I would fall down so-.
"I can see you calculating, and it's still hazardous," May interrupted my calculations.
"Oh well, I can't back out now. I already signed the papers," I shrugged. May turned to look at me with a glare that would've made anyone whimper.
"You what?" May asked, "You might as well have sold your soul to the devil!"
"It's not that risky" I put my hand on her shoulder.
"YES, IT IS!" May yelled, swatting my hand away.
"No yelling, please. I can and will have you thrown out," the desk lady warned, gesturing to a sign that said Rules: No eating, No yelling, No conflict of any kind. I found that entirely unreasonable. Conflict was such a vague concept. It could mean any disagreement, even something as simple as disagreeing over the best pizza flavour. I shook my head. I did not have time to be falling down that rabbit hole.
"I can't believe you agreed to this ," May slumped down in her chair.
"Hey, I'll be fine."
"How do you know that? " May asked. "you're- uh you're tonta, what's that word in English?"
"It's stupid I believe, and" I exhaled. "I don't."
"Thanks, and you just said that you did."
"No, I said that to boost morale, very different than actually believing that"
"Wait, let me get this straight..." May bit her lip, and blood beaded up "even you think it'll go wrong?"
"I didn't say that it's just a bit riskier than I'd like to admit!"
"I don't even know what to say," May wouldn't meet my eyes. "When I said you should try new things, this is not what I thought you would do!"
"I- I'm sorry" I reached out for her hand, but she pulled it away. "I just thought it would be cool."
"Well, it's not! Painting a mural is cool, doing a woodworking workshop is cool, volunteering for a potentially lethal science experiment is the act of an imbecile."
"I believe they said death isn't something that can happen... just getting stuck in the wrong time."
"That's even worse because you could get stuck with the dinosaurs!"
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Stuck in time
Science Fiction(book 1) What happens when you wake up in the past with no memory? Well, apparently, lots of things, most of them bad. When Annabell Smith wakes up in the late 18th century, things start going wrong for her. She starts getting weird messages from th...
