After dinner, Lindy's mom carried the old phone into the house and set it on the side table next to the couch. Lindy had gobbled up her tuna casserole quickly. She was now no longer in the mood to be hungry but in the mood to watch TV.
Her mother thought she should be in the mood to finish two math problems on her daily homework sheet. Lindy was in pre-algebra and hated every ugly second. Her mom made her pull out the worksheet anyway. Lindy had a secret weapon though. She waited until her mother went into another room and turned on her iPad and punched in the math problem on a math-solving website. This website showed her how to work the problem out so that if she copied it completely, she could look like she had thought real hard and done the problem herself. She was just about to do this when the phone rang again.
The old phone.
She looked around to see if my mother or father were going to come pick it up. But they were in their room discussing something, probably how much they wanted to spend on Lindy for Christmas. There was no one around and now one seemed to hear it.
She stomped to the phone and checked to see if it was plugged in. It wasn't.
"Hello?" Lindy answered, annoyed.
"Hello! This is Lindy again? The one who played that song?"
"Right."
There were several voices murmuring in the background. They all seemed to agree on the next thing to say.
"Could you play it again for us?"
"Um, just go find it on Youtube yourself," Lindy said.
There were further murmurs. "You were kidding, right? About Youtube?"
"No, you can get like a trillion songs on there. Duh."
More murmuring. Then carefully, the voice said, "How old are you?"
"Twelve," Lindy lied. Twelve sounded much more adult than eleven.
"And did you hear about Youtube? Your parents, grandparents?"
"Um, maybe. I don't remember. I've been using a computer forever, so--"
More murmuring. "Before we can really believe you, we are going to have to hear the song again. Could you find it?"
Lindy said, "Sure," and pulled up the video on her iPad. She put the receiver next the speaker.
She let the song play for about a minute before she got back onto phone. "Well, I gotta go finish my homework now."
"Wait!" screamed the voices in unison.
Lindy impatiently held the phone back to her face instead of hanging it up. It was very loud.
"We need to ask you a question," said the voice. "We need you to be totally honest with your answer. The fate of all the world depends on it!"
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The FuturePast Phone! (COMPLETE)
Ciencia FicciónYoung Lindy suddenly finds herself responsible for the fate of man kind after she answers the ring of a vintage telephone her mother bought at a thrift store. The FuturePast is calling . . . would you answer? ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ This digital...
