I woke up early one morning to a the sound of the door bell. my parents wear away, so I got up to get it.
"Give me one second." I call and slip on my house coat, "Coming." I run to the door and and open it. there i front of me is a little old man. "May I help you sir?" I ask cornered, but I smile anyway. he takes out an old pocket watch and taps it, then looks at me and says with a worried expression
"We're late."
"Excuse me?" I say and blink twice
"We're Late." he says again "Are you lose it the head, we're late, so follow me now." I let out a little giggle
"You're joking right..." but his expression was serious "You're not joking... well um... I'm only 15 and I'm not going anywhere at six o'clock in the morning with a strange old man wearing a... 1800s costume." I shrug "sorry." I close the door, and go back to my room. "That was... I don't even know what that was." I get in to my blue sun dress and brush my messy blonde hair. "That guy was seriously creepy." I say as I finish my makeup and walk in to the kitchen. I eat breakfast, and do a few little chores around the house, by then it was 11:08 and I was getting hungry, so I put on my white apapron and started making my lunch, when the door bell rang. "Coming!" I yell and run to the door, when I open it there is the old man again. "Ugh. What do you want?" I ask, and with no warning he grabs my wrist and snatches my watch "What are you doing!" I shout. he taps the watch,
"We're late!" he says then takes off down the rood at an alarming speed
"Hey!" I call to him. but he just keeps running. "Come back here!" I yell as I run after him. it was a really expensive watch and I don't want to lose it. so as he makes a sharp turn around the corner I turn and forget that there is construction on that street and I fall in to the huge hole that has been dug. I brace myself to hit the ground but it dosen't come, I open my eyes and scream, I see the dirt whizzing by me. I was still falling. falling, and falling, and falling.
"Quiet now dear, You're hurting my big old ears." it was the little old man. I continued to scream. I am so confused, who is this man what's happening, and how, how am I still falling through the pot hole.
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Teen Fiction"May I help you sir?" I ask cornered, but I smile anyway. he takes out an old pocket watch and taps it, then looks at me and says with a worried expression "We're late." "Excuse me?" I say and blink twice "We're Late." he says again "Are you lose it...
