The Phone Booth

Chapter 1

“Mum, I’m bored and hungry!” Ferne yelled, as she left her room to the kitchen. “Well, how about you get a snack and go up to the attic and look around for awhile.” Her mom answered. “I guess…” Ferne grabbed an apple. She walked through the living room, into the entry way and up the long, hardwood stairs to the second floor. Around the corner she turned and went up the attic ladder.  Ferne didn’t remember being up there before, but she was curious, as to what was up there. She entered the dark, muggy room. “Ughh… this place smells like mothballs!” Ferne groaned.

Ferne looked around at all the old furniture, posters, clothing and ornaments. “I’m headed out to get some groceries, and I won’t be back for awhile!” Ferne’s mom yelled. “OK!” Ferne yelled back. So, Ferne started going through the clothes folded up, on the floor. “Since no one is home, I’m gunna play a little dress up, even though I’m 14... I can still have fun! Let’s see….” She found an old dress; it didn’t fit her, too small. She then found an old detective coat, too big. After about an hour of trying on things, Ferne decided to take a break. She sat down on an old couch. “Ahhh… relaxation! Oh! What’s that!?” Ferne questioned herself. There was an old, refinished, cedar wardrobe on the far side of the attic. She got up, and walked over to it.

Ferne opened it very slowly, the doors squeaked as she opened it. The wardrobe was jammed with dresses, and it was all so colorful to see. “Whoa! This thing is loaded! Ouu! This one looks pretty!” Ferne took out a knee length dress, which was white with flower print all over. It had small straps that tied behind the neck. Ferne tried it on, and it fit... perfectly! “Dang! Ferne looks good!” She said to herself. She looked some more, with the dress on, and she noticed you couldn’t see the back of the wardrobe. She put her hands through the clothes, no back. Ferne stepped into the wardrobe and fell in.

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“Ugh... Oh god! Where am I!?” Ferne questioned herself. She looked around to get her surroundings. There were people, vehicles, and buildings, it was just like home! “Ahh... Excuse me!! She called out to a young man walking by. “Can I help you, love?” Asked the young man. “Nice accent! British?!  And yes! Where am I? Because all I remember is falling into a wardrobe, and ending up here.” Ferne exclaimed. “Well, that’s interesting!” Answered the man. “Why… you’re in London!” “LONDON!?” Ferne yelled. She pulled out her phone which wasn’t working. “This piece of junk doesn’t work internationally…” Ferne mumbled. “Well it costs to call internationally from here, where you from” The man asked Ferne. As they started walking down the street. “Canada and my name is Ferne…” “That’s a nice place, and name! Nice to meet you, Ferne. I’m Harry, Harry Styles.” Harry replied with a smirk. Ferne smiled and nodded. “Well, we best be trying to get you home, if you should be here!” Harry thought. “Yeah, but I can’t call anyone, and plus my mum won’t be home for awhile…Wait! What time is it?” Ferne asked. “It’s 2:32pm” “Ok, so it’s 10:32am at home, so mum’s been gone for 2 hours and won’t be home for another 3…” Ferne though out loud. “Is there any flights leaving to Canada, like now? Or soon?” Ferne asked. “Ermm no, I don’t think… because the people that work there are on strike, and have been for the past week.” “Oh, well that helps 100 percent!” Ferne groaned sarcastically. “Well, what did you come in? Like, when you got up, how did you get here?” Harry asked with concern. “When I got up, I was beside a red phone booth, on that street we were on back there!” Ferne pointed to the street. “I think it was that street…” As Ferne walked towards it, Harry followed right behind. “There are no booths on that road, the closest would be up Primrose hill, where I live.” “Well, I swear it was on this street...now we aren’t going to find it…this is going to take awhile.” Ferne said. “Then let’s start!” Harry said loudly. They started on the main street, looking for that missing phone booth.