Inter-Dimensional {{{ON HOLD}}}

Two

Chapter Two

im home

My head hurts but other than that I’m okay, I think.

I’m back in my lab. There’s no sign of the experiment from earlier apart from a small blob of blue smile in the corner. It’s about the size of a football.

I stand up and run up the stairs, getting out of the converted basement. I run into the kitchen and there’s my mum, cooking stir-fry.

‘Hey, Meeya. Just in time for dinner! Can you set the table?’ I throw my arms around her.

‘What’s brought this on?’ She asks.

‘Mum, you know you said that you’d believe anything I say?’ I ask, reminding her of a thing she said years ago.

‘Yeah. Why?’

‘Because I did an experiment and it made a funny fog thing and then a shimmery thing that I fell into. I woke up in a world which had trees with purple leave, birds with round beaks and pink sand.’ I wonder what her reaction will be.

She laughs. ‘Now that’s some good imagination, Meeya! You should write a book!’ she turns back to stirring the stir-fry.

‘No, mum, I’m being serious, it really happened!’ I protest.

‘Now, that’s taking it a little too far, Meeya. Don’t lie.’

I shook my head. ‘I’m not! Mum, believe me.’

She looks irritated. ‘Why would I believe lies? Don’t lie to me, Meeya, please.’

‘But, mum-’

‘No. Stop it!’ She yells.

‘What’s going on?’ I turn and see my brother standing in the doorway.

‘Petey, can you take Meeya upstairs please.’ Asks mum.

‘Meeya, come on. You can tell me on the way up.’ Says Petey, gesturing to the stairs.

I shook my head. Why couldn’t people believe me?

‘I’ll show you, mum! Please. Let me show you.’ I plead.

‘GET TO YOUR ROOM.’ Mum roars.

I blink, the tears rolling down my cheeks. I run out of the room and down to the basement. My only piece of evidence, the blue blobby thing, has disappeared. I growl out of irritation. I’m still crying.

‘What’s wrong, Meeya?’

I turn and my brother is standing halfway down the stairs.

‘Mum says I’m lying.’

‘And are you?’

‘No!’ I shout.

‘What’s it about?’ asks Petey, walking down the stairs.

‘Never mind.’ I say. He won’t believe me; I know that.

‘Okay.’ He says. ‘Do you want to be left alone?’

I nod. I need to think. Did I imagine all off that?

‘Okay.’ Petey says again. He’s nice for a seventeen year-old brother. Not too mean, gives me my own space… He’s practically my best friend.

Petey walks back up the stairs and shuts the door behind him. I grab my stool and move it over to my sink before getting all my test-tubes. I wash them out, making sure that they were properly dry afterwards.