My first instinct was to start the project immediately. Considering the fact that I own a watch that controls time, I followed my first instinct. This taught me a very valuable lesson I will never get to use, that is, never take someone unqualified with you through time. It didn't work. At least you didn't totally freak out when I told you I could control time.
"I know what you are going to say next. I ruined everybody's lives by saving yours."
Actually, I was just going to continue my story... Anyway, we went back in time to witness...actually, I can't quite remember right now. All I remember recently is taking notes on exactly what happened for the 'write an essay on the things that happened in your historical event' part of the project, and-
"I was taking notes on the type of food they had at that place and time. Yes, I remember. It was good."
I am aware. I am aware of your increasing frequency of interruptions. Please, stop. Then you- -
"I know what happened. I was there."
I know you were there, but I need to tell you this part for me to explain why we are here, and so I can attempt to describe 'here' while still telling the story in sequence.
"Whatever"
Then you ran up to me just as something exploded, and silly me, I forgot to put my watch back into my pocket. You knocked me to the ground and kept me safe just as the watch flew out of my hand.
And through the air.
It made contact with the ground, the glass broke,
and that one little knob on the side with the perfectly even spaced notches
Popped. right. off.
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When the Clock Stops Ticking
Ciencia FicciónLittle Sylvia never knew what was in store for her when her grandfather passes away. She also never knew what would happen when the only thing her grandfather left behind breaks. This is a story about one of the IO sisters, or a part of one anyway...
