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I remember gazing at my golden reflection in the watch, my face glittered and shone in the bright, metallic metal. When I took a look at the dial, they were dead and lifeless but even though I treasured it being that my father touched the very same watch.
As I held it in my hands, I gently rubbed it with my thumb.
"I wish I had one more day with mother and father" I mumbled under my breath but a second later I felt my head whirl with a strange sensation, one in which I had never felt before. My vision then became hazed creating a vision that I was unable to see, my ears screeched with a harsh fuzzing sound, I collapsed onto the hard, rough attic floor boarding. Unable to hear, see or move, I was confused and in an unbearable pain. My head continued to swirl as I lay across the floor in a dizzy state until my pain was drained out my body, my ears and vision cleared in a slow transition.
In a fluster and baffled by what just happened a few second ago I started to analyze my surroundings. My eyebrows lowered as I stared to see a change in the scenery, I was spread out across a hospital floor. The wallpaper was a plain, cream, the floor was a polished to perfection although there seemed to be wheel skids in every area. As I struggled to stand on both two feet, I found nurses franticly running down the corridor and me being the explorer I am, I was curious to find out what was going on.
I walked quickly to keep up with the nurses that eventually entered a room and with my ears then clear as day, I heard the obvious sound of a baby cry. I pushed past some of the nurses to find a women, similar looking to my mother, holding a baby in her arms.
"It's a girl, Congratulations" I heard one of the nurses say as she placed paper work on a clipboard at the end of the bed. Still curious but beginning to feel concerned I knelt down to look at the text on the documents.
Mother: Lilly-Ann Black
Child: Female
Ethnicity: British
Name: Jane-May Smith
My face dropped as the information started to register, an unusual lump formed in my throat. I looked up to see my father stroking that baby's forehead softly. Everything I had read and seen told me that that baby was me when I was first born. I was memorized by what I saw, was it even possible?
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The Girl Lost in Time
FantasíaA young Victorian girl that looses her family to various events although when she looks through her fathers belongs, she finds a golden watch wrapped up in a note from her father. She soon discovers with the watch she can travel in time, soon discov...
