In the seventh grade my friends Riley, Felix, and I would taunt girls. One day, however, we were so happy. We walked into school, but nobody was there. School looked like a prison. We were stunned. We muttered, “Where are we?” Ii flinched and saw a legendary picture of a famous prisoner. We glared outside. There was water everywhere. We freaked out. We saw someone. He gaped back at us, staring. We ran faster then ever. I tried to get away, but as a fluke, I tumbled into the water, and they jumped right in after me. The prisoner started to snickering at us. Next morning they said what a crazy dream we had. We looked outside and there was water.
It was the summer of 1973. I got home from soccer. I called my buddies to hang out. Riley got clusters of meat to eat. We heard it sizzle in the frying pan. I got hungry too. Then Jacob got us sparkling water. After that we took a stroll down the block, We freaked out because we left the door unlocked. We ran back in fear.We thought about what we had done. We let someone into the house. It was not long after that we a heard a particular clinking sound coming from my room. It almost sounded like a bell.We walked in with a . The creaks in the hallway got louder and louder, We almost ran away. Riley would not let us leave. Jacob made a noise and screamed. We ran to the nearest store to call the cops. When the cops came, he had to surrender.
I planned to have a normal Saturday so I went to my friend Kinston’s house. His mom said she had not seen Kinston for hours. Well, I barged into his room. There was a box. I looked in the box and saw a dark room. I stepped back, so scared! I said, “Hello.” After about fifteen minutes, I felt like I was missing something. I craned my neck over the box. I cringed while I was solemnly being dragged into the box. I dealt with. It I saw him. It was almost like I went back in time! I looked at myself. I looked like like a cowboy and so did he. I saw that it was 1967. In a stern voice of fury in my face, I was interrogated by Sheriff kinston. He was smiling. He was accusing me of being here, but I soon averted the conversation to the fact that we were lost in 1967...
Chapter One. “Leaving home!”
Chapter One. “Leaving home!”