BOOK 1: A Turn In Time

A Turn in Time 8

We heard some foot steps, and the door latch. My mom opened it.

"Well hello. Who here are you?" She said, with a slight smile.

"Mom...I...These are 2 boys who don't have a home and there really nice! They like the same stuff as we do." I smiled.

"Well i wasn't quite prepared.."

"Oh please mother???" I begged.

"Well don't do that. OK come in. They look well kept to me.Whats you boys' names?"

"I'm Richie ma'am." Ringo held out his hand. (He used his real name!)

She came over to Paul. "You?"

"Uh...i...uh umm..." 

"Its Paul." I helped him.

"..yeah.." He looked at me.

"Well why don't you two go take showers and clean up. We'll have supper in a bit." She left in the kitchen smiling.

As we walked up stairs she called. "The boys'll have to sleep in your room for the night. Till i clean out the other room."

We nodded and went to my room. 

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MARIA's ENCOUNTER (Maria's POV)

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I walked into the house and told the boys to wait outside. (How am i gonna say this...)

"Umm mother?" She was cooking dinner.

"Yes hon?" She said not turning from her soup.

"Umm what if two orphan kids wanted to live with us? would you let them?"

She turned around. "Well of course they'd live with us. Why do you ask?"

"Well there is two outside...thing is their boys."

"Well why didn't you let them in?" She went to the door and let them in.

"This is John and George. 16 and 13." i pointed to each of them as i said that.

"Well are you two hungry? We got some soup on the stove." She led them in the kitchen, well we followed her into the kitchen.

"Have a seat."

The front door re opens.

"Hi dad!" I call.

He walks into the kitchen, a little surprised.

"These some friends?"

"Uh in a way, their orphans." John and George quickly stared at me. I noticed there stare and made a 'well what else could i say?' look.

John spoke up, "Hello, I'm John L..."

I kicked him under the table.

"Ow what was that for??" He held.

"Maria why'd you do that?" My dad asked.

"Sorry, just a twitching thing...sorry John."

"Its ok. Any ways where was i?" I thought

"Age." I whispered.

"Oh i'm 16." he grinned.

Then silence.

"And what 'bout you?" Dad asked George.

George looked uneasy.

"Im Ggeorge." His head went down. He was fiddling with his hands.

"How old?"

"13." 

"Oh we have a little boy in the family! I should really say child." My dad laughed.

I set the bowls. and we were served.

"After dinner go up and wash your hair and ill see what we can do bout cloths." My mom said.

"Oh we're gonna go shopping with Hanna tomorrow!" I said.

We finished and the boys went upstairs. John was not wanting to take a shower. 

"If i wash out my hair i wont be able to grease it back!" 

"Oh come on John!" I said. "George go take your's."

"Ok," He went and did it.

"And i dont even have me glasses!!!" John said.

I sighed. (what are we gonna do.)

"We have to get you back soon...just don't worry." 

"Who's worrying..." He said sarcastically.

"Oh!" i threw a pillow at him. (had to get stuck with him...oh well at least i had George!)

I walked to my closet to get my night cloths out. 

"Oh my..." I gasped.

John ran up next to me. "What is it??"

"Where'd those come from??" I pointed to two suit cases.

"Hmm, hey! this one looks like mine!" John opened it. "It is mine! I have cloths! But how.."

"Dont ask me...weird stuff has gone on around here!" 

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In MY ROOM.

Paul was taking a shower...or a bath i should say. Me and RIngo were alone in the room, getting the beds ready.

"Where would you like to sleep?" i asked.

"How bout we line us up like this?" he pointed from my bed to the side then the side of the imaginary bed.

"You mean lined up?"

"Yeah!" He giggled.

"Ok lets go get the sheets." We walked out of my room to the sheets.

"Oh my starrs! Where'd these come from??"

"You put them there?" 

"Haha, very funny. I guess my mom got us new suit cases..." I opened one. "Ringo these have cloths in them!"

"Oh funny. Maybe there for us!"

"Maybe there your's!" I pulled out a shirt Paul wore in a earlier picture. A white and black shirt.

"How do you know?"

"There boys! and we dont have boys here!"

"Your dad."

"RIngo!!!"

"Uh sorry." He shrunk back. 

I smiled. "Take these in and ill get some sheets."

We went in and put the cases on my bed.

"Paul you finished yet?" Ringo called to him. 

Paul didn't answer.

"Paul?"

"Ringo go in there make sure he's ok."

"Its locked. And im sure hes fine."

"Ok. Help me ok."

We got the beds ready.