I wanted to do it. To time travel. To see the world. To leave this place. To not have to be under the watchful eye of dad. "Slow down, number five," "Not now number five," "I'm busy number five,". The few phrases I'd heard since I was little. I'd been practicing my spacial jumps in private at night. I knew I was ready. I knew I could do it.
"Dad, I..." I said at dinner. "Number Five a child should be seen and not heard. Eat," Reginald said dismissively. I cleared my throat and tried again. I saw Vanya from the corner of my eye mouthing no. I ignored her. "Dad, I..." Reginald wasn't paying attention. He sipped his tea and continued slicing his steak. I'd had enough.
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Vanya x Five: Violin and the boy
Fiksi PenggemarVanya tries to stop Five from time travelling. Can she stop him? I don't own the book cover image. Credits to the artist as I got the image from google.
