The girl that didn't make sense

the disappearing girl

Hickory

As for me, I had already made the most elementary of mistakes. I can't explain to you the severity of my selfdisappointment. Originally, I'd done everything right

There was a girl she had brown but was so dark it could almost be black and dark blue eyes she was slender and I think she was ten. Then in a flash she was gone.

What just happen. Curiosity got the better of me, and I resigned myself

to stay as long as my schedule allowed. Wow there is something really wrong with this world. I was going have to have a look around to see what the real problem was. I spread out my wings, I should explien that what I ment by flying I am no super hero you have to have wings if you are the flying type, When there not in wing form they just look like I have a wing tattoo on my back and arms. When they are in wing form their like angel wings, tan and orange a the tips.

I flew over the city. I watched. I look at my watched the name Juliana appeared. I landed by their mail box trust me you can learn a lot about a person from their mail. I seached, mostly bills, Then I seen something it was one of those letter you get in the war I can't remember what their called this must the place where the plane guy lived. Misssing action type of thing or so they think. I'm a caretaker if they go through with I could fix what happening.

Juliana

The steps seemed, in an odd way, both familiar and strange. Automatically I felt for the bell-push, but there wasn't one. Obviously electric bells hadn't been invented yet. Unfortunately, however, that still gave me no hint about the exact date. I didn't even know when they'd found out how to use electricity. Before or after steamships? Had we learnt that in school? If so, I couldn't remember it now.

I found a handle hanging from a chain,I pulled it, hard, and heard a bell ring behind the door.

Oh, my Gosh.

One of the domestic staff would probably open the door. What could I say to make him or her take me to a member of the family? Maybe Great-great-great-great-great-uncle Hugh was still alive? Or already alive. Alive, anyway. I'd simply ask for him. Or Fat Annie.

Footsteps were coming closer, and I plucked up all my courage, but I never saw who opened the door, because once again the strange feeling swept me off my feet, flung me through time and space, and spat me out on the other side.

I found myself back on the doormat outside our house again, jumped up, and looked around. Everything seemed the same as when I'd left just a little while ago to go and buy Great-aunt Maddy's sherbet lemons. The buildings, the parked cars, even the rain.

The man in black at the entrance of number 18 was staring across the road at me.

"And you're not the only one to be surprised," I muttered.

How long had I been gone? Had the man in black seen me disappear at the corner of the street and then appear again on our doormat? If so, I bet he couldn't believe his eyes. It served him right.

I rang the bell frantically. my brother cyril opened the door.

Just my luck.

"YOU LOOK WORN OUT," he said

"I feel terrible."

"I, er ... I..." I still felt breathless. It was the fright I'd had affecting my lungs. "What are you doing up, Cyril?"

"I heard a noise," said Cyril, with great dignity. I stealthily wiped my cheeks.

My brother's owl eyes were examining me in the beam of the flashlight. I looked defiantly back at him.

I nodded I climed the stair up to mom room. "Mom how does the time travel thing work."

"What would you like to know." She said looking over her book.

"I could I be one."

"Maybe."

"Are you planning to climb a clock tower sometime soon-sit on the clock and dangle your legs?"

"Of course not. But maybe it was a sick tummy."

"Maybe," said Mum. "Or maybe not. Go to sleep now, darling. You've had a long day." She looked at the little clock on her bedside table. "Let's hope it's safely behind Cyril by now. Oh, I do hope he's finally done it."

"But maybe Cyril just has too much imagination as well," I said. I stood up and gave Mum a kiss.

I'd try again tomorrow.

Maybe.

"Good night."

"Good night, sweetie. I love you."

"Love you too, Mum."

When I'd closed my bedroom door behind me and climbed into bed, I felt guilty. I should have told my mother all about it. But what she said had made me think. Yeah, sure, I did have a big imagination, but daydreaming is one thing. Imagining you're traveling through time is quite another.