Chapter 1- Looking for water in a well you've run dry
"And now for the news with Keely Teslow. I'm Keely Teslow," Keely read out. Another boring day. Her life was stuck in a rut and she needed desperately to get out of it.
Five days a week going to school, reading the news, falling head-over-heels in love with her best friend, getting homework. And then a weekend at the mall. With Phil. Or Via. Whichever one it was that day.
Even the novelty of her best friend being from the future had worn off, and now the many uses of the Wizrd were like second nature to her.
"We'll be having a fundraiser next week. Make sure to turn up to the H.G Wells Car Wash next week. And a message from Vice Principal Hackett, 'this car wash is not an excuse to run around in bikinis and t-shirts and throw buckets of water over each other. Boys, and girls, you have been warned.' Personally, I think he's being a bit to OTT. You can't throw buckets of water over each other. Spraying with the hose pipe maybe, but buckets of water is so last century," Keely said.
Phil snickered as Keely said this. She looked at him briefly after saying it, but then looked back at the piece of paper that told her the news.
"So, if there is nothing else to report…" Keely trailed off, trying to find her place on the bit of paper. Looking at Phil had distracted her. "Oh, yeah! There'll be a movie night in the gym tomorrow. Apparently it's the Star Trek appreciation group that are running it this month, so expect it to be a sci-fi film. And don't you dare think that we're going Phil!"
Phil rolled his eyes. Trust Keely to announce that on the news.
"Lunch is Sloppy Joes. Yuck. Does anyone else realise how disgusting and sloppy, Sloppy Joes are?"
Phil opened his mouth as if to interrupt, but Keely held up a hand to stop him. "Thanks for watching, or listening or whatever. Signing off, this is Keely Teslow."
Phil pressed stop, and walked over to Keely who was straightening her skirt. "You were great."
"See! You're doing it too!" Keely cried, throwing her arms in the air.
Phil wrinkled his nose, and tried to think of what he had done. "What am I doing too?"
Keely sighed, and sat down on her chair again. Spinning around on it, she spoke. "Everyday you come up to me and you say 'that was great!' Its always the same thing. You don't even say fantastic, or cool. It's always, 'great!' And you're not the only thing. Via comes up to me, every morning, and says 'Keely, I love your outfit!' Always those five words. And they annoy me so much!"
"So, you don't want people to like your outfits…?" Phil said, trying to see the point of the ramblings.
Keely brought her chair to a stop in front of Phil. "No. I want my life to be different. Than every day doing the same old thing…"
"So, what do you propose to do about it?" Phil said, sitting down on the desk in front of her.
Keely tilted her head to one side, taking in Phil's awesome-ness. "Did you just say propose?"
Phil screwed up his eyes. "Huh?"
"Oh," Keely shook her head, and snapped back to reality. "Nothing. I don't propose to do anything about it. Because I have no idea what to do about it. I just wish everything wasn't so…samey…"
"Samey?" Phil laughed.
Keely looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "It's a word. Look it up in the dictionary."
"I'll take your word for it," Phil smiled.
Keely rolled her eyes. "You may be 'Mr. Math Genius' but I'm the high school version of J.K Rowding."
"It's Rowling, Keels," Phil said.
"Whatever," Keely said. "So, how do you propose we change my life?"
Phil shrugged. "Nobody knows what you want, but you."
"Yeah. Nobody but me," Keely sighed. "I guess my life is stuck in a rut forever."
Phil laughed. "Being stuck in something isn't so bad. I'm stuck in time, and look where it got me!"
"In a stuffy school, in a century where nothing exciting happened, unless you count jeans coming into fashion, pressing record on a video camera, when you could be in 2121, flying round on Hover-disks or something?" Keely guessed.
Phil looked at her as he got up. "Is your life really that bad?"
"You have to ask? Try being me for a day Phil. You think trying to conceal the fact that you're…" Keely looked around and lowered her voice. "The fact that you're from the future is hard? Try being a normal teenage girl, actually from this century!"
Phil rolled his eyes, and held out his hand to help her up. "Well, forgive me if I turn down the offer. I really don't want to be a girl. No offence."
"Absolutely none taken," Keely said, taking his hand, and getting the familiar jittery feeling she got whenever Phil touched her.
"So, tell me more about the sad, pathetic life of Keely Teslow," Phil said, as they left the Broadcast Lab.
Keely sighed. "Well, my mom keeps telling me that 'it may seem hard, but teenage life is not the be all and end all.' I have absolutely no idea why. Owen sat behind me on the bus this morning, and I swear I still have a sticky patch on the back of my neck. Plus my best friend is smiling while I tell him all this, as if there is something funny! Phil!"
"What?" Phil cried as Keely punched him. "I was smiling because it's so cute the way you get so aggravated at people for the weirdest things. Like telling you that you were great on the news. Or that your outfit rocks."
Keely groaned as they walked up the hallway to their lockers. "I just want to be out there where exciting things happen."
"Um…you aren't going to find anything more exciting than a best friend who comes from the future," Phil said, putting in his combination.
Keely opened her locker to the brightly decorated inside. "I know. It's just, I want something to change. I want someone to proclaim their love for me, or to win a great competition, or something amazing!"
"Someone to proclaim their love for you, huh?" Phil said, taking his books out of his locker, and closing it, with a knowing smirk on his face.
Keely rolled her eyes. "I meant, hypothetically…"
"Sure," Phil said sarcastically.
Keely sighed. "Look, there's Via. I have to go to talk to her about our science project. I'll see you in English, okay?"
"Fine. Later Keels," Phil smiled. He watched as she jogged down the corridor, and being talking to Via. "Proclaim their love for her, huh?" he whispered, and then walked down the corridor, wondering.
Okay, yes, I am doing a sequel to Unbelievable, but it will be coming later. I want to write this first. Is that okay?
Well, I don't care what you say, because that's what I'm doing…
Hope you like…