Number One: Since a time story sounded funny I decided to give it a whirl.
Number Two: Yes, there is a tiny bit of romance in here just 'coz I decided to try writing even a LITTLE bit.
Number Three: REVIEW!
"Kelly, I finished it!" Matt ran over to me clutching a strange looking hat in his left hand while his right began hitting the top of my head with excitement.
Shoving him away, I rubbed my head feeling extremely grumpy as he had just interrupted my reading. "What have you finished? That science project that you were supposed to turn in two weeks ago?"
"My time machine!" he said, his eyes shining with the joy of accomplishment. "Remember, I started working on it last year and I've finally finished it!"
"Oh yes, and how have you done something that myriads of others have tried, without success I might add." Like anyone in my position, I was exceptionally skeptical.
"Because they never thought to use their grandmother who is a witch of the order of Atlantis!"
"You didn't! How many times has mother told us to stay away from that old bat? You are such an idiot! If she ever finds out we'll both be grounded for life!"
"Well thanks for your congrats, they've given me a lot of confidence. Come on, Kelly, she only gave me certain things to make it fully operational. I only stayed with her a couple hours." His big blue eyes pleaded with me to ask him anything about his wondrous invention.
Rolling my eyes, I took a deep breath. "How do you know it works?"
"Because," his eyes began to shine ominously, "you can't find these kinds of helmets anyplace but in museums and you know full well I don't steal." He held up what I had thought was a hat and handed it to me.
It was heavy but small, very small. It seemed to be iron with gold overlaying it with a cross in the front for the wearer to breathe and see what was going on. What gave it away, however, was the crest of red horsehair that ran from front to back. Saying I was astonished is an understatement, flabbergasted more like. My mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water and it took me a while to make a sound. I finally croaked out, "Where did you get a Roman helmet?"
"Like I said, I figured out how my time machine worked and tested it on myself. You know how I like Ancient Roman history so I went there. Was gone for two hours I believe and had enough time to filch this helmet from an army dump. Cool, isn't it?"
"More than cool! Awesome! Can I do it? Please, please, please!" I had suddenly become a believer and what I wouldn't give to go back in time to the Wild West.
Matt, on the other hand, had not forgotten my skepticism of before and snorted belligerently, "Why should I let you? I really shouldn't you know, you've been very nasty to me."
"I will be an angel to you always if you let me take a little ride!" Now I didn't usually beg but under these circumstances, I bet anyone would've. "I'll be back within an hour."
"No you wouldn't."
"Yes I would. Really, just a glimpse would be enough for me."
Matt heaved a huge sigh and stood there with his hands against his chin as if thinking very hard. Finally, he exhaled loudly, "I suppose I can let you go for a little bit, but there's one condition."
"You have to stay wherever you are for a whole week!"
I was dumbfounded. "How in the heck would we be able to convince Mom I ran away for a week? Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not." He grinned evilly. "With my time machine, you can be gone as long as you wish and arrive back here precisely when you left."
My eyes must've been as big as dinner plates by then and I couldn't speak. Matt pulled me up and dragged me toward his little workshop that was a decent ways from the house and yanked me inside, slamming the door behind us. I stared wildly around, expecting to see some huge, silver machine standing in a corner; I didn't see anything.
"Where is it?"
"Right here." He lifted a small brown disk as big as a small car's tire from his desk and held it out to me. I restrained myself from grabbing it and waited to see what he wanted me to do. "Touch that orange pad and I'll make the proper coordinates for your traveling." He began to punch buttons and turn dials.
After a while he finished and said, "I forgot to mention something. To get back you have to have this." He held up a small silver wristband that looked just like fancy bracelet in a jewelry store.
I reached out for it but he put it back down on the shelf. Feeling puzzled, I peered into his eyes and saw something very, very disturbing. "Grandmother said you shouldn't be here anymore, Kelly. She said Mom and Dad would pay more attention to me if I got rid of you, well now I found out how to do it." He face twisted into an evil smile. "Goodbye, Kelly."
"Wait!" I was desperate now. Surely he wouldn't send me to somewhere, never to return, would he? "Are you telling me that you lied about the time?"
"Of course I did, but don't try to attack me because in about ten seconds you'll be gone. I'll tell Mom and Dad that you were so disgusted with them and your life that you decided to kill yourself. They'll believe me."
"Matt, your absolutely crazy! It was grandmother wasn't it. She put a spell on you and now you think…"
But it was too late. Everything went black and murky; things whirled around me too dark to make anything out. I got so dizzy that I think I passed out because the next thing I knew, someone was poking me in the ribs.