I could feel a pull to my stomach and knew I was about to be sick. It must have been the sun, or maybe it was the fact that I didn't eat at all today. My father was still dragging me down the isle and refused to slow down. I felt a pull on my other arm and glanced to see no one there. My stomach was now being pulled harder. I looked around the church and saw all the smiling faces of my father's friends. Mine were either walking in front of me, or out getting married. No one looked as if they had just grabbed me.
I felt my father's grip loosening until it completely vanished from my arm. The other person had pulled me away completely away. The sudden weight of my wedding dress pulled me to the ground, and the pulling in my stomach subsided. I felt the sand underneath me and smelt the salty ocean. This shouldn't be possible in a church. I untangled from my veil and looked around. It was night time, and I was no longer in the church.
"Who are you?"
The voice startled me from my thoughts and I looked behind me. It was just a boy.
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A Prisoner Of Time
FanfictionA modern version. The story/ characters belong not to me, but Caroline B. Cooney. Sorry. I am not particularly good at summaries. Devonny is promised to a lord from the United Kingdom. Todd is an aspiring entrepreneur. Their times will collide in t...
