A Second Journey

Chapter 9

-Back Behind The Soup King-

Not as much of the pain in my head this time. It was still the same pitch black night behind the same old Soup King. I was happy. I was alive in the 21st century. I just had to get home to make sure everybody else was alright.

I walked for over 15 minutes until I arrived home. I knocked on the door after pulling open the screen door. I found my mother and father standing there. Apparently it was hours after the bridal shower when I got back from playing around with the time machine. My mom and dad were worried sick about me. They wondered where the homemade Biscotti's came from but I covered up the story real good. If I were to say anything about the time machine, they would think I am even crazier then they think I already am and they would send me to a mental hospital.

Not much had affected the future with my great-grandmother and great-grandfather.

I was still alive.

None of the history of the world had changed.

I still had all of my friends. We all still had our family friends except for Mr. Dicker who had been a friend of Poppop Jack in the Holocaust.

Poppop Jack was sitting on the couch with Nana when I had walked in the door.

After all, it was only one person I had saved.

I walked in the door and the first sight I saw was my Poppop Jack and my Nana sitting on the couch, holding hands. They both looked up to see who I was and all three of us exchanged awkward glances. After about a minute of those glances, I decided to break them because it was starting to freak me out. I ran over to say hi and hug my Poppop Jack. I went in to put the Biscotti's away then I talked with my mom and dad for a little while. They were like a non-stop talking broken radio. They repeated things over and over again.

Don't do this. Don't do that. You lost these devices for 2 months. You can't go outside for 3 months.
I tried to have a cover story to save myself from being locked up with nothing to do. I needed sun. I needed to play softball and stay active. I needed the computer for school but they even took that away! 

-Being Accused Of-

After my mom and dad started to leave me alone about if I was okay or not and telling me what I could and couldn't do along with what I could and couldn't have, Poppop Jack, Nana, and I went up to my room to talk. I told them about my experience and what exactly had happened. They knew and had agreed that this day would come but we wouldn't have known what to do about it.