After school, I looked around and ran into the nearby janitor's closet. In it was one of the biggest secrets of the school.
A machine, the size of a 6 foot person, that allowed hyperspace jumping.
A machine that allowed a person to enter or exit into an alternate universe.
I had discovered said hyperspace alternate universe jumping machine in freshman year. Losing my way around campus, I had, stupidly, thought that the janitors' closet was my calculus class. In my defense, there was no large sign saying 'JANITORS' CLOSET' and instead had a room number almost exactly like my calculus class. I walked in, expecting to see rows of students and a gray haired teacher. Instead, I found mops and brooms, buckets and windex. Along with a machine.
An alternate universe jumping machine.
The only way I knew this was because I may or may not have sent a little guinea pig in there to check. I pressed some buttons, opened it after a large blinding flash of light hit me, and bam! No guinea pig! Pressing some buttons again, another blinding flash of light, and soon, I had another brown-and-white spotted guinea pig squealing at me.
Now, I pulled off the thick and heavy blanket that resided over the machine, coughing at the particles of dust that tickled my nose. Holding my nose to refrain from sneezing, I kneeled down to pull at the little dust bunnies surrounding the words.
The Hydrospace Jumper
Note: This Hydrospace Jumper only works 5 times a day before returning you to the universe that you are currently in.
Furrowing my brow I realized that this meant that each day I could jump 5 times.
Each time, the Hydrospace Jumper must have a capacity of 250 lbs. to work.
That wasn't there last time.
This is to prevent the use of guinea pigs.
Huh. I wonder if someone updated it after I tested it out.
You will not disappear from this universe, and instead, only a fragment of you will end up in an alternate universe.
Just as I was about to lug bricks and mops into the hydrospace jumper, I heard a racket outside. Suddenly, a quiet shadow slipped into the janitor's closet.
Holding a mop threateningly, I swept the mop around. "Who's there?"
A familiar-looking black ponytail swished from the corner of my eye. "Rosa?"
Rosalind came out, looking confused. "Summer? What are you doing here?"
Another familiar voice rang out. "Seriously, Rosa." Isabelle stepped out, multiple beads clacking against each other, cheerfully ringing out. Her pale face, from moving here from England, was flushed red, against Rosalind's tan face.
Rosalind mutters something in Mandarin, and runs a hand through her hair. "Well, considering the fact that we basically helped create this thing, I would say-"
I shook my head. "Wait what?"
Isabelle reached out a hand. "Summer, we're from an alternate universe. That universe ended up exploding, so we left it. And we got caught, so now we're a part of the alternate universe jumping department. Also known as-"
Rosalind cut in, and both said in perfect symmetry. "AUJD. Summer, you're a part of that now."
I gulped. "I'm only trying to find out how and why Liam-"
"Tut tut." Rosalind smiled. "What makes you think that we're going to stop you" The AUJD is basically made for that. And, our first mission is to assist you in whatever you're trying to do with that thing."
Isabelle threw me a burlap bag. "We're going to help you in finding the answers to those whys you have for him."
I furrowed my brow again. "Don't you need a-"
Rosalind and Isabelle said in perfect alignment, again. "This assignment will be called: A Million Whys for You."
Aaaand roll credits!
Just joking. That's not the end yet! (SURPRISE!!)
But still, couldn't help but do that. So there you have it! The significance to the title, and the sidekicks to Summer's story. And also, a super amazing, (if I do say so myself), hyperspace jumping machine.
Love you all <3
Chaire
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A Million Whys For You
Romantik250 days ago, the world lost a twinkle eyed boy. 250 days ago, Liam Monroe committed suicide. 250 days ago, tragedy strikes. No one will remember him, as the twinkle eyed boy he was, a fragment of a boy tucked behind prom and detention, moonlit kiss...