1923

"Don't you think it's kind of weird how she just accepted we were from the future so fast?"
  I asked into the dark bedroom.
"I think it's weird that blonde chick sounded just like Betty Boop" Dinah grumbled
   "What's wrong with sounding like Betty Boop, I think it's cute"
    "I think it's annoying"
      "Boop boop be doop" a half asleep Heather spoke. Dinah laughed and then looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.
    "Hmm, I guess it IS a bit odd"
    "Pretty Odd" I said with a wink in my tone.
   "pfffft" is the last thing she said before she fell asleep. I think we need to leave here, I thought to myself. So many things racing through my head. Betty Boop, time travel, Dinah, uncles, but most of all, Mildred. I can't get over her cute little voice, her round doll like face, optimism and her golden  blonde locks. Ah, just everything about her. I picture her making bacon for the kids and I on Sunday. Picture Dinah and my family coming over for thanksgiving. My little brother, Landon. LANDON, I thought loudly. My brother he must be worried sick, my mother too. Poor mama, I can't leave her alone. I'm all she's got to help her take care of Landon. She needs me. I need to go back to the future. For Landon, for Mama, for my own good. This may not be the south but even in the north this isn't a good time for me, let alone being in love with a sweet little white girl. I need to forget this nonsense, can't get pulled in by a pretty face. Yet, I've never felt this way about anyone before, not even my ex girlfriend Sherana,whom I took to Junior prom. I'm stupid to say I'm in love with a girl I've barely spoken to. What the fuck, I whispered into the night. I grabbed my head, omygod I have the hamster song in my head. Dear god no. I remember when this plagued my elementary school. I can't even think straight. Shit what was I going to say, I said in my head. What the hell. I got out of bed and woke Dinah and Heather. I could remember one thing, we needed to get out of here. I don't Lima Marie. I don't trust her one bit. We didn't have much to take with us, except for the 20s clothes we wore and our regular clothes in our arms. Quietly, we snuck out of the house, creaked down the steps of the stair case. The once lively club was empty broken bottles and cigar butts could be seen  about the floor.
A bald man was sweeping up, whistling a tune. Didn't seem to notice us. He had a bottle of alcohol in his free hand. Looked to be pretty drunk. I'm positive alcohol was illegal in the 20s. Prohibition. Guess he didn't follow the rules. Luckily because of his dazed state of mind we got out with out any detours. It was cold, the sun just peaking over the buildings. Heather shivered against me.
    "Where are we going to go?" Dinah asked hesitantly.
     "I, I don't know.."