|A Fissure in Time
Author: Allisha Shelly PM
Meg Murry is a twelve year old girl. She goes to a used book sale and byes an old fashioned diary. She later realized that the diary is a time portal. She then joins Mo Atkinson and Jade McCarthy to seal a time fissure that destroying time and history.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,911 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-08-10 - Published: 06-20-10 - id: 6069135
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Ok, so if you wanted me to start from the very beginning, I hope I do not lose you in my unbelievable story. But I am currently in the most bizarre, strange, but amazing place you could have ever imagined. You'll find more about that place later.
Anyway, to start from the top, Mo started to question me whether I believed him or not, and whether I trusted him or not. For several seconds, after I found out the 'truth' that Mo was a time traveler, my mind practically stopped. I simply sat in my position like a stone statue for what seemed like forever.
The fact that I didn't move or talked drove Mo absolutely mad. I thought he was going to hit my head or kick my shin to awake me. I was absolutely stunned and shocked at the truth for a moment, a questioned Mo's statement. I knew that time traveling was just part of myths and thrilling science fiction stories, and for a moment, I doubted him and Jade. I thought that they were just playing a joke on me and thought I was am immature kindergartner (which some people consider my mind to be like, but I wasn't always that immature. I was just different from other people, the unique odd person out).
When my mind finally focused, I did the most unexpected thing.
"I believe you," I said.
Now, if I said that in front of a high school student, they would probably crack up and start calling me "immature and stupid." But I wasn't going to regret my decision. After all, when they realize I became a time traveler and all the other people in the world didn't, they wouldn't look up at me as an immature adolescent anymore. Instead, they would look at me as a hero or some kind of wizard of time.
Before Mo reacted at my words and jumped with delight (with a personality like his, he would more likely dance with joy), I questioned myself. I felt I was the chief detective or inspector, but at the same time, I was the suspect, waiting to be questioned and brought to court.
At first, when I was positive that Mo was telling the truth and this wasn't a lie, I thought I was doing the right thing. Besides, everybody knows the phrase "Anything is possible," only I doubt many people believes in that expression.
In my mind, I decided to make a T-chart. As expected, there were more points on the side "Why not to believe in Mo" rather on the opposite side. I wasn't surprised. But when Mo smiled and grabbed my hand (more like squeezed the blood out of my hands), I couldn't help but smile and stick with what I said and not change my mind.
Okay, so the rest of the story is a little bit complicated, maybe really complicated. I hope I don't get you so confused that you get a migraine.
Mo pulled me out of my seat and towed me to the front door like he was the teacher taking me to the principal's office (I've been through that experience before). People stared at us, like Mo was putting me through child-abuse. I could feel about 30% of all the eyes in the restaurant glued to Mo. Maybe he had all the attention because of his outfit and buzz cut. Honestly, I'd do the same if I saw a guy in a leather jacket and bow tie with mismatching socks running through a restaurant with a 12 year old girl.
The scorching heat made me feel like I was Christmas turkey baking in the oven. I had no idea how Mo was able to make it through the weather in a jacket and long pants (and socks if I may). For a moment, I really did feel like I was being kidnapped and in my mind, I kept chanting "this was a really bad idea, this was a really bad idea."
Mo and Jade pulled me into a telephone box. I stumbled into the little red box and almost broke the black telephone. I touched the handle of the phone, and it was burning, probably from the afternoon sun shining over it for hours.
"Who are you calling?" I asked. This was definitely not a time to call a salon and get a better hair style. Mo didn't answer, and instead took off his leather jacket, revealing twenty-something pockets inside it. Who would make a leather jacket that had so many pockets on the inside? It looked ridiculous and would probably we very uncomfortable to wear, especially if you had 10 bags of jelly beans inside each pocket.
Jade looked worried.
"Mo, did you lose it?" She asked nervously. She helped search the vast array of pockets. As the two of them rummaged through the coat, I wondered, what did Jade mean by when she said "lost it?" I hated when adults kept secrets from us kids, actually pre-teens, and use phrases and words like "it" or "it's nothing" or "you wouldn't understand." It irritated me a lot, like a mosquito bite on my back.
"What are you looking…"
"Ah-ha!" Mo cut me off. He slipped his jacket back on and held a thin piece of paper in his hand. It was blue and the size of a train ticket. He handed it to me and I read the worn-off letters on the paper:
The Time Travel Connection
ID: Margret Murry
I gasped. Was this some sort of coupon? The Time Travel Connection? An ID card to the Time Travel Connection for me? This couldn't be happening.
"Are you joking? Is this stupid coupon even real?" I demanded. Mo gave Jade a look that this wasn't the reaction from me they had expected.
"It's not a joke, Meg and it's definitely not a stupid coupon. This is your ID card so you can get into the connection. Without it, they will just blast you out of the connection, and I literally mean blast, and you will be put into court because you 'tried to break into the connection without an authorized ID.'"
Mo sounded serious, and I surprisingly believed in him. I examined the card with every detail. It looked old and tattered. The words were fading away and there were creases in the card. On the back, there was a small circle. It was black and stuck out of the paper, like it was a button that was glued onto the ID card. It had a small, silver ring on the inside and in seconds, the ring flashed and there was a click.
"W-w-what was that?" I stammered. Mo laughed.
"The card is taking an ID picture. You would've looked better with your hair out of your face. I frowned and turned the card over. As I had expected, a small square with my face on it was next to the print, which had magically moved to the right.
Mo checked his watch and gasped quietly. Jade gave him a look, her expression unreadable.
"It's time to go," Mo said happily. My eyes widened and I stared at him in shock.
"Go? Go where?" I asked. The words spilled out my mouth so quickly I couldn't even understand them. Mo chuckled.
"To the connection of course! Oh yes, I'd advise you to put that ID card in a special place so it won't be lost, but a secure pocket in your pants is probably the best you can manage for now,"
I stuffed the card into the back pocket of my shorts. We were going to the connection? My first thought was what the connection was how we were going to get there. After all, we were in a telephone box. I watched Mo's actions carefully. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. 20203. That was not a valid phone number. I stepped on my tip-toes and leaned my ear gently against the warm phone. I heard a dial tone and a lady picked up.
"Hello, this is the Time Travel Connection. Please say your name and wave your ID over this phone."
"Morpheus Atkinson," Mo said and set the phone into my hands and flashed me a look that meant he didn't want me to do anything with it.
Mo murmured something to Jade and he took off his jackets. Not the whole pocket scenario again. I thought to myself. What could they possibly look for now? There was some lady on the other line of the phone!
Mo and Jade scrambled desperately through the pockets. After a couple seconds of patient waiting, Jade pulled a blue card, similar to mine, out of one of the lower pocket. She quickly shoved it into Mo's uncoordinated fingers. He yanked the phone out of my hands, which was rather rude, but I didn't say anything.
Mo waved the ID card over the receiver and I heard a beep and the woman on the other line say "ID accepted. Hang on; this is going to be a bumpy ride." Mo hung up.
"What? What does she mean hang on?" I asked. Jade and Mo's bodies were pressed against the walls of the telephone box. I had a feeling I needed to do the same. I pressed my back against the wall and extended my arms so I was like a human 5 pointed star.
"Be prepared, Meg." Jade whispered. Suddenly, the telephone box jolted. My head jolted with it.
"What's happening?" I asked. I kept my body in the same position. Mo and Jade stayed silent and I could see their bodies relaxing a bit. The telephone box jerked right and then jolted right. And before I knew, I turned my head. I peered through the glass windows and almost screamed. We were in the air, above the entire town. It felt like I was in a hot air balloon as we drifted upwards, the houses and people getting smaller and smaller, like dolls and toys.
I turned around and knelt down, looking at the town. The houses looked like squares the size of crackers and the tress were little green circles. The people were little moving dots. It looked a bit funny, like I was playing doll house. Jade cleared her throat and I turned.
"Er, Meg, I wouldn't advise you be in that position right now," She said in an uneasy voice.
"Why?" I asked. But before Jade could answer, the telephone box jolted again, but this time I slid and hit the wall. Pain shot up my spine.
"Ow," I moaned, but everything just got worse. The telephone box shot into the air and was sucked into some kind of vortex/portal that simply appeared magically in the sky. The telephone box shot up higher and higher into the sky. We soared into the sky in a vertical and steep angle. I couldn't get up; I had to stay in the crouched position against the wall. There was so much pressure on my face; I had a hard time breathing. My eyes couldn't blink, so they stayed closed. I felt like somebody was pressing a metal board against my face, it didn't feel too pleasant.
My body stuck to the wall, the pressure keeping it in one uncomfortable position. Since my eyes were closed and the pressure on my body seemed to not all the senses of my mind, I had no clue what was going on. I had no clue what was going on outside, what Mo and Jade were doing and if they felt the same pressure I felt. I wondered if we were in space or not.
Suddenly, the telephone box stopped moving. I shot forward and landed in front of Mo's feet. It felt so good to breathe again and the pressure to be lifted off my face. I took deep breaths, trying to inhale as much oxygen as I could.
I sat up and I saw Mo and Jade were also knocked over. They were on their knees and panting like I was, gasping for air. I fell back against the wall, and found a purplish spot developing on my forearm, a huge bruise.
"Meg, are you okay?" Mo asked. I hadn't realized he had gotten on his feet. He recovered from that wild ride quickly. He held out a hand and he pulled me up. I was dizzy and my knees felt like water. Jade smiled at me.
"I'm sure you feel really queasy and disoriented right now. I felt the same on my first trip to the connection too." Jade's voice was soothing and made me feel better. For a strange reason, the windows were all of a sudden clouded. I couldn't see outside.
Mo opened the door to the telephone box and held it open for Jade and I to walk through. When I stepped out of the telephone box, my jaw dropped, and I stared in amazement. For a second, I really did think I was in some sort of dream.