Why is this stuff all over? How did it get here? All I know is probably this is the time of the Swedish Attack, as I call it. But why is all this broken stuff here? Is it after the war? Or a more chilling thought, is it during the war? I have yet to find out. I look around me. Suddenly, I hear an axe and whistling. "Lola, over here!" I look over to were the voice came from and I'm shocked. Dad looked like George Washington, except for his brown hair. Mother is wearing a huge green dress with puffy everything. Mother is holding a white dress that's my size. She pushes it towards me and commands,"Put this on. You'll fit in." So I take the clothes, go to a nearby bush, and pull it on over my T-shirt and jeans. "I feel uncomfortable," I murmured. I was. The dress was probably invented from leathery, scratchy, irritating cloth. I mean, COTTON people! Cotton! Why do we have to be in the 1700s? Oh right, 'Eludicators.' Why do these even exist? I would have never been separated from Mother and Father, 'Damaged Time' wouldn't even be a thought, and we wouldn't have been in the 1700s in scratchy DRESSES! Ever since I first learned of who I am, I've been hoping this all was a dream. I keep pinching myself, closing my eyes, thinking different thoughts, hoping I would wake and find my old room with all of my normal things things inside. But no, and this dress proves it.
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We walk across the clearing, but it seems too quiet. Weren't the 1700s before coal usage? Shouldn't birds be in the trees, singing their song? Shouldn't frogs be croaking, burping tuneless song? It seems unnatural. "A battle must have recently broke out here." I turn toward the voice. Father.
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Time Kids Book 1: Out of Time
Science Fiction12-year-old Alisha Andies is about to get the surprise of her life: She is actually is from the future and was born to time-travelers! Before she can swallow this, she is whisked away on an adventure she can never forget. A interesting book in the w...
