Living The Past
My Westward Expansion Story
My Westward Expansion Story
Introduction
“Come on! Don’t be a slowpoke!” Amy yelled as she raced ahead of the rest of us.
“I’m gonna make it ahead of you, losers!” Nikky practically screamed as she bolted faster.
I started to run faster too, though my limbs were already exhausted from our race.
I screamed, “Not if I have anything to say about that!!” Ahead of me I could see trees whipping all around us, threatening to knock us off balance. Soon our secret hideout came into view, and I sped up faster. As I ran I saw -one by one- my friends fall into a ditch surrounding our hideout. Suddenly, I felt myself fall, and tumble down the ditch which I had also apparently forgot to leap across.
“Oh my god....” I heard Nikky say. When I opened my eyes, I only saw one thing, a giant prairie with old-fashioned wagons traveling across. Then as I looked at my friends, we all realized we were wearing....
“Dresses???” Amy exclaimed. “Are we wearing dresses???”
“I HATE dresses!” Nikky was practically crying, looking aghast at the simple homespun frock. She was always the tomboy of our group.
I stood up, wiping dirt off my skirt. “Now don’t worry about this, well find someway to get back. But how did we get here?” I started walking toward the nearest wagon, ignoring the answers my friends gave me.
“Well, maybe we- were being... pranked! Maybe it’s the boys we beat up today after school!”
“Nikky, those boys would rather watch ‘Barney’ than try to get revenge. No, I think that we fell into a space-time vortex and got transported somewhere, and the only way to get back would to fulfill a certain quest to get out of he-”
“Oy! Wha’ a buncha liddle ladies doin’ here in the middle o’ here?”
In front of me was a large man with a flimsy cowboy-type hat, a dirty shirt, pants, and boots, and holding a large shotgun. He was followed by two more men in similar garb, and a little boy with a sling shot. “Youse don’t belong wit any of our train. How’d you get ‘ere?” said the second man.
“Oh, I’m sorry, were just a bit lost.” I said, then making a motion to my friends to keep quiet. They nodded in response. They looked quite afraid.
“Lost? You’re lost?” the first man said incredulously, then after a pause, he started laughing. Laughing. “Missy, if youse was lost, youse musta been a bird and flew here. Were so far ‘way from the near’st fort that you wouldn’t survive to get here!”
Mystified Nikky asked, “What do you mean ‘fort’. Where are we?”
“You be in da West!” said the little boy. “Issa biiiiiiiiig place!” As he said that he stretched his arms as big as possible.
“The- the west?” I asked. I had heard about the westward expansion but... “When is it?”
The third man crossed his arms and frowned at me. “Wha’ you mean ‘when is it?’ It’s May 2nd, 1852!”
Chapter I
“1852!! Bu- How- What the.... 1852?!?!” I practically yelled. How could we be in 1852? Last I knew, we were in 2009! In the corner of my eye I saw Amy’s jaw drop and Nikky look very pale and wobbly. “Whoa, Amy, get over here!” I ran to Nikky as she started to fall, catching her in the nick of time. “Here, hold her while I go talk to them and see if we can tag along. I have the feeling that we’re gonna be here for a long time.” I whispered to her while shifting Nikky’s limp body to Amy’s waiting arms. I got up and walked over to the leader of the group that watched us. “Excuse us, but we are quite lost, believe it or not,” I glared. “So we were wondering if we could join your train. We just need a roof over our heads; we won’t be any trouble at all, honest!”
“Well, hmmm... I’d have to ask th’ cap’n, but I’m sure three spunky gals wont hurt. Let’s go. I’ll introduce you to ‘im. I’ll help the lil’ one.” He started to walk toward Nikky, but I intervened.
“No, no, I can carry her.” Amy started to give her to me while the men stared at me, almost laughing at me, waiting to see a girl carry another. As I swung her over my shoulder with ease, the laughter stopped. I started to stride on to the train of wagons, passing the men, still staring. I looked behind me. “Well, are we going or not?”
♦
We walked into the wagon train, now camped into a circle. We walked passed little children playing with each other, women setting up dinner, and men building fires and brining back meat from successful hunts, all staring at Amy, me, and Nikky slung over my shoulder, unconscious . “Awful like the Native Americans,” I thought.
We walked till we saw a tall man looking at maps mumbling with another man, and pointing to various spots. As we approached I caught a bit of what he was saying. “...Then we’ll cross over the South Pass, then head a touch south, near Sacramento...” He saw us approaching and started to roll up the map. “Oh, hello Mr. Maurbury, Mr. Hender, Mr. Sinlar, and little Joni. And who do we have here? Two girls? Oh, I’m sorry, three!” he said as he saw Nikky.
I stretched out my free hand toward him. “My name is Kyrii. This is Amy,” I motioned towards her as she shook his hand, “And this is Nikky. She fainted from shock when she found out when we were. He- I mean Mr. Sinlar said that we could stay with your train.”
“Of course you can stay. Oh, and my name is Lorenzo Jonas. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I can show you a place where you can sleep and take care of your friend. Please follow me.” He walked toward a group of wagons that was clearly a family.
As we walked, Amy nudged me and whispered “Did you hear what he said his name was? Lorenzo Jonas. He could be the ancestor to the Jonas Brothers!!!” Of course she has to mention them.
“Amy, you know I don’t care. And frankly, we just need to find a way to revive Nikky and get out of here! Now come on. She’s getting a bit heavy.” We entered the tiny group of wagons, but stood there uneasily.
Mr. Jonas motioned us to come in closer. “Come on, missies, don’t stand there gawking. You can set little Nikky here.” He motioned to a little wicker chair. I put Nikky in it gently in it. He put two other wicker chairs next to the one Nikky was in. “Here, seat yourselves and I’ll go get my missus.” He walked around a wagon and disappeared from sight.
I sighed and lay back in my chair and closed my eyes. “Well, this is certainly a pickle we’re in. Its 1852, Nikky is knocked out, and we have no way of getting back to 2009. Joy.”
“Hey, Kyrii, look!” I opened my eyes and I saw Amy pull out an old weathered book. “I found it in my pocket. It says ‘Guide for Time Travelers’!” She flipped to the first page of the book as I leaned in closer to try and see.
“It’s literally a guide! Let me see!” I took the book and read aloud the introduction. “‘You and your companions have been chosen to be the first group to time travel to this group of time periods. You are in what is called ‘The Westward expansion.’ It is what we call our new way of learning about history. After you have lived through a period of history, you will be transported to a new period of time. Please enjoy the trip.’ ”
“So we’re forced to be here?” Amy asked. “Cant we, like, leave when we want to?”
“Doesn’t look like it.” I answered. I started to fan Nikky’s face with the book. “Guess we just have to focus on surviving this.” As I talked, Mr. Jonas came with a woman carrying a bowl of water with a towel.
The woman came and sat with us, drawing up an idle stool, to sit in front of Nikky. “Here, I’ll help you with her; you go and get some food.” She said.
“This is my wife, Susannah Jonas.” Mr. Jonas said, then whispering to us. “Word of advice, call her Susannah, she doesn’t like being called Mrs. Jonas. Here, follow me and we’ll get you some grub.” He walked away to a large bonfire in the middle of the large wagon circle. We followed noticing for the first time that it was sunset, and our stomachs were like dogs; growling and rumbling for some food. As we sat next to Mr. Jonas, we received a bowl with a thin meat soup. We also received a chunk of bread to go with it. We ate with relish.
When we were done Mr. Jonas showed us to the area of the wagon where we could sleep. When we got there, Nikky was finally awake. “Hey, looks like I missed out on all the fun, eh?”
“Yup, pretty much. Kyrii had to carry you,” said Amy. “And, boy do we have a bunch of stuff to tell you!” Both of us then proceeded to tell Nikky all we knew.
“So we have to stay here until we complete a period of history. Then we get transported to another place randomly, and live more history. Basically we are living a history book.” Nikky repeated. She scratched her head as she gazed down at the rustic guide.
“Yup, and it looks like many people have done this before, ‘cause there’s a bunch of stains, and some suspicious red spots in areas where it guides you about “how to dodge violent flying things”. Amy replied. She looked at that one section, fingering some of the drying red liquid. “And it’s still fresh!”
“We should get some sleep though; we don’t want to upset our hosts. Mr. Hender looks a bit annoyed that we’re using all the lamp oil.” I murmured sleepily as I glanced at the man trying to hide from the lamp light. I reached up and turned off the light. “Night. See you in the morning.”
Amy lay down and closed her eyes. “Night.”
“Night” Nikky mumbled.
“Don’t let th’ buggies bite!” Mr. Hender said.
Nikky started to giggle, but stopped mid laugh when a small crunch was heard. “Ow! Something bit me!”
♦
A few days after found us walking alongside our new wagon, which we had found abandoned, with some supplies in it. We loved having our own wagon, and being independent from any help that the men thought we needed. Now they just stared at us in wonder as we sang together our favorite song, “Gives You Hell” by the All American Rejects.
“Oy, can youse not sing such a naughty song? Or how ‘bout not singin’ at all,” yelled out a man from the back. “The liddle ones don’t need your babbling about that goin’ all around in their ears!”
“Aww, man! I love that song!” Amy complained, while adjusting a harness on one of our oxen.
I sighed. “Amy, everyone from 2009 loves that song. But we don’t want to be kicked out.” I sighed again as I looked out on the endless grasslands. “Wait a second. What’s over there?” I pointed toward a small cluster of people on horsed heading toward us, full gallop. Suddenly an arrow sped toward us. I ducked down, narrowly missing the shaft.
“Get down,” I heard Mr. Jonas scream. I saw a bunch of men get their weapons as all the women and children get into the middle of the circle that the wagons were forming. I grabbed my gun and joined the other men. Amy and Nikky followed, with their shotguns too.
The men looked strangely at us as we positioned ourselves to shoot, but only for a second, because a hailstorm of arrows pelted our circle. We shot at the Indians but it did nothing to scare them. A few were killed but they still attacked us. All of a sudden, Amy pulled Nikky and me to the center. “Hey, remember when we learned how to make mini bombs in chemistry?” she asked us.
I looked quizzically at her. “Yeah, and at the same time we made one to blow up the acid shower. Why?”
“Well, the Indians aren’t afraid of the guns,” She grinned. “We need something with a boom to get rid of them.”
“Ohh... I get it!” Nikky exclaimed. She unloaded her gun and put the gunpowder back in the pouch. “Let’s go blow up some people!”
A few minuets later, we had about a dozen of the little mini bombs stacked in a pile. I lit one and threw it at the nearest Indian. The bomb exploded near him, which caused his horse to buck up and throw him off. He screeched and picked himself up. He looked at the charred grass and screamed and ran away. We threw more and eventually scared away all of them.
When they were gone, the men cheered, yelling at them to “go back to your mothers!” and other insults. Then they crowded us, thanking us and giving us praise for our ingenuity.
♦
Three weeks later, Mr. Jonas came and walked with us. “Well Miss Kyrii, looks like you could really hold your own out here. First you lead a wagon; all three of you, then you kill a buffalo, and then drive away some raiding Indians. How’d you do it?”
“Well... really it was Amy, but we learned in chemistry class how to create a mini bomb and we had the ingredients, so we whipped up a few and threw ‘em near the Indians. It was very simple, really.”
Mr. Jonas shook his head. “How you come up with all this 2009 stuff just blows my mind. Well, now were in the Oregon territory. Were almost at the end of our journey.” He said as he checked the map he carried with him.
Suddenly a loud noise behind us that sounded, to me, like a mix between a train and a cow being run over the train. That only meant one thing, an ox was hurt. “Guys come on,” Nikky yelled as she ran toward the injured animal. We followed, concerned and we slowly sped up to the last wagon. As we ran swiftly, and the long train of wagons became a blur beside us, we fell, and it was almost as if everything melted away. It was a blur of purple until we landed inside an old missionary, bustling with people carrying weapons and supplies back and forth.
A middle aged man in deerskin came to us with an annoyed face. “Hey, we have enough women here, so why are you here?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, but we’re a bit lost, could you tell us when and where we are?” Amy said.
“We’d really appreciate it!” Nikky piped up.
“Where? Well, you’re in the missionary Alamo.” As he said that, we looked at each other worriedly. “For when, you should know that. It’s February 21, 1836.”
Our eyes widened as we realized when we had landed. “Oh my god, were part of the Alamo!” Amy said.
I whispered, fearing what I was saying. “We could die!”
Chapter II
As we stared, I took a look at our situation. We were in new but similar clothes, we were about to enter one of the most famous and deadly battles in history, and we couldn’t leave. I stood up and addressed the man in deerskin. “Well, um, sir, could we possibly find new clothes and someone to fill us up on what we’re sent to participate in?”
The man blinked and looked a bit jarred. “All right, I’ll help you. What kind of clothes would you like?”
Nikky immediately piped up. “Men’s clothes please! I hate dresses.” She sneered at the dress that she wore.
The man didn’t look too shocked. “Alright then. By the way, my name is Davy Crockett.”
Amy blinked. “Davy Crockett. You mean the Davy Crockett??? With your gun “Betsy”????”
Now Davy did look shocked. “How do you know my gun’s name??”
“You’re in my history boo-” I swiftly covered Amy’s mouth, to make her stop talking.
“Oh sorry, she kind of hit her head in the fall, don’t mind her! Ha-ha...” I quickly said as she squirmed underneath my hand. “Shut up, you’re going to freak him out!” I hissed.
“Let go of me! Ok, I won’t say anything. Just don’t suffocate me!” she said as she pushed away from me.
“Can we get our clothes now, Mr. Crockett??” Nikky said as he watched us fight.
“Yes... of course...” he said slowly as he walked toward the inside of the mission. “Follow me.”
♦
We lounged under the shade of the mission wall while the men cleaned their guns and we listened to a man called William Travis. He was apparently the leader of this small army.
“Well, we got the President of Mexico to come thwart our revolt. He’s called Santa Anna. We got Sam Houston to lead our army and we got other people stationed in Goliad. We’ve even got some tejanos in our army. It’s great that they agree with our beliefs.”
“What’s that?” Nikky asked.
“That we shouldn’t be with Mexico,” answered Davy Crockett.
“Ah. Ok, now I understand.” Nikky murmured.
Abruptly a boom rocked the mission. People rushed around to get to their places for the battle. “Oh no! It’s February 23! We’ve got to get out of here!” I screamed, trying to be heard over the booms of cannons heading toward the Alamo. A cannonball hit the ground near us, sending us flying. I ducked as a piece of shrapnel headed towards me. Amy was not so lucky. A piece of shrapnel hit her arm, causing a large gash to go across her. I saw Nikky run, dodging more flying rocks, till she reached Amy. I followed, grabbing a dagger next to me.
I cut off a piece of fabric from my pant leg and wrapped it around her arm. When I finished, Nikky grabbed Amy and me and we started running, ducking and recoiling from the pieces of rock and metal that threatened to slice through one of us. As we ran, we saw a flood of Mexican soldiers flood the mission. We watched in horror as we saw the soldiers brutally kill the people we had begun to know. And there was Davy Crockett, shooting at all the soldiers until he ran out of ammo. He then grabbed his gun by the muzzle and swung it around as a club, bashing in the heads of any soldiers that came near. He saw us while resting for a moment. He yelled at us, “Get out of here! There’s a hole by the water pump! Get in there and hide till they’re gone!” I hesitated, looking back at him, but he screamed at us more. “Get outta here! Now!” He screamed as he nearly took a man’s head off. We ran then, trying to find the mentioned hole. Soon we found it; a small hole that might hide us. She made us get in first, looked around to see if anyone saw us, and then jumped in too.
Again I saw a flash of purple, and we flew through the air till we crashed into a trench. As we recovered from the turmoil in the Alamo and our landing, we saw some men nearby raising a flag of a bear. I asked if one of them could update me in the War with Mexico, because, it was around that time that they had the Bear Flag Revolt.
I learned about the slaughter at Goliad, the battle of San Jacinto, how Texas became the Lone Star Republic, and how they now want to be part of the U.S.
“Well, at least we escaped the Alamo, but now were in the end of the Mexican War.” I said as we walked away from the cheering men.
“Ok, but right now, all I care about is the fact that my arm is sliced open. It’s not very fun.” Amy said with a grimace.
“We’ll get you to a doctor, don’t worry. But for now, let me see that....” I undid her crude bandage and took a look. “It’s not that deep, so you won’t have to worry. You’re lucky though. Any deeper, and you might have bled out.”
Nikky glared at me. “How do you know all this?”
“I took a first aid training summer camp.” I said while closing the wound in the best way possible, and then wrapping it tightly with some bandages I had gotten from the men.
“Oh” she said.
“Now Amy, you need to keep this sling I’m putting on you. Once it is healed you can take it off.” I instructed while slipping the sling’s strap around her arm. “Ok, let’s go.” I stood up and took a step, then falling again into the time vortex.
“Aww, come on!” I heard Amy yell behind me.
We landed in a river, where a bunch of men in jeans were putting pans into the river’s mud.
“Ew!! Nikky, stop splashing me!” Amy yelled at her while shielding her injured arm, which had thankfully not hit the water.
“I’m not splashing you! It’s that dude with the pan over there!” Nikky yelled as she pointed to a rugged man who seemed to be quite angry.
“‘Ey, yew liddle maggots, yew made me spill all the gold I coulda gotten wit that panful!” the man yelled, splashing even more water on us. “Go! Get outta ‘ere while yew still ‘ave limbs!”
We all climbed out, trying not to be hit by the water the angry man was splashing at us. “Alright, alright, we’re out of the way! Can you at least tell us when and where we are?” I pleaded.
“Yew stupid liddle things, go ask other idjits!” he screeched at us. He started to run towards us but we ran faster, almost running into a pole.
A woman carrying a basket came towards us. She looked at us pitifully and said, “You poor little things, you shouldn’t have upset him, Mr. Garrison, he has quite a temper. Won’t you come in to my cabin? I can give you food and dry clothes.” She motioned back the way came.
“We’d love it! But could you first tell us where we are?” Nikky inquired.
“Oh you poor dears, you’re lost! Oh, you are in the mining camp River Run. One of the worst ones, if I say so myself.” She said huffily
“And the date please?” I asked.
“It is the 5th of June, 1849, if I remember correctly.”
“Thank you so much ma’am” said Amy.
“Hmmm...” murmured Nikky. “The Gold Rush, eh? I like the sound of that! Let’s be forty-niners!”
“The football team?” Amy asked.
I laughed. “No, no, Amy, its when all the people wanted to get gold in California. It means she wants to get rich!”
Chapter III
The woman looked at us curiously as we talked. “Ladies, would you like to come now?” she said quickly. I guess that she was a bit unnerved by our talk.
“Oh yes please.” I replied. The lady turned, walking towards the end of the town. We followed, looking around at the town that seemed to come out of a western movie. We passed a saloon, where there seemed to be a fight going on in it. We hurried then, almost running, till we reached a homely cabin, and entered.
The woman had us sit in some chairs while she rushed to go get some men’s clothes for us. “You just sit there while get some of my sons’ and husband’s clothes. Some are about your size.” A few minuets later she came out, jeans, blouses, and some towels, enough for all three of us. We changed and we dried our hair, then relaxing in the chairs as the lady introduced herself. “My name is Mirabelle Delanson. I came here about 2 months ago with my husband and my two sons, Jack and Denis. So far we haven’t found a lot of gold, but my cooking and sewing skills have helped us earn some money.
“Would you believe that only a year ago Mr. John Sutter and Mr. James Marshall found the first gold here? Now this place is overcrowded with men hoping to make a fortune! This place actually used to be a missionary, but now it’s been over run with miners.” It seemed she was the type to gossip. I stifled a giggle at her antics.
Amy nibbled at a biscuit that Mrs. Delanson had given her. “What happened to all the missionaries who used to live here?”
“Oh, the poor souls, they had to either work here or move somewhere else! Most of them went to the Los Angeles mission,” she frowned as she gave us more food.
“Now who do we have here? I thought you were supposed to be here alone, Mother.” A large man with a scraggly beard entered with two boys, each carrying a bag.
“Oh Peter, these are some poor girls I helped. They were lost, so I gave them some clean clothes and food.”
I stood up and introduced myself. Amy and Nikky soon followed suit. The boys, I noticed, were much younger than us, but still gazed and stared with amazement at us wearing boy’s clothes and my dagger. The man looked at us suspiciously. “How come a bunch of girls are wearing boy clothes and are carrying weapons? Don’t you know your place? You should be wearing dresses,” he said, looking at us, up and down. Then he turned to his wife. “Mary, go get them some proper clothes. Find that trunk of your dresses and give them to them.’
Nikky started to look outraged. “I’m sorry, sir, but I am NOT wearing any stupid dress.” She walked up to him and poked him. “And there is nothing you can do to make me wear one!” she folded her arms and looked up in his face, silently daring him to make her.
“Well, aren’t you the spunky one. Fine, you may wear the pants, all three of you. But don’t expect anyone else to like it.” He walked over to the table with the biscuits, grabbed one, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The bigger of the boys walked over to Amy. “Um... hi, miss. What happened with your arm?” he asked while almost touching the slightly bloody bandage.
She chuckled and softly pushed away his hand. “I had my arm cut badly by some flying rock, because a cannonball landed next to me.” She said, as if it happens to everyone.
The boy’s eyes widened and he took a few steps back from her. “Wow miss, you must be very perilous!” He ran to his brother and they started to whisper and talk between themselves, always looking at us.
I walked over to Mrs. Delanson and asked, “Where could we possibly stay for the night? This is a small place, and we wouldn’t want to intrude.”
Mrs. Delanson was about to say something but Mr. Delanson interrupted her. “You’ll stay here, and that’s final. We have enough room for you to sleep in here, and enough blankets too. Now, you get ready for bed, ‘cause I assume that you want to go gold panning with us tomorrow.”
Nikky grinned. “You assume right, Mr. Delanson.” She replied as she walked over to where he was gathering homespun blankets and quilts. She took some and helped lay them down for us to sleep on.
As we snuggled into the warm fabric, Mrs. Delanson turned off the lamps. “Night, girls. See you bright and early!” she said as she walked out of the room.
♦
When noon came around on the next day, I had only collected a small amount of gold dust. Amy had to sit out of the panning because of her arm, but she looked after our stuff. Nikki was a bit luckier. She had found a small nugget, about the size of her fingernail, and was worth $50. We continued to pan under the sweltering June heat.
I sat down on the shore, wiping some sweat off my forehead. When I looked up though, I saw that same grumpy man from yesterday. He looked quite ugly, for his face was scrunched up in some angry emotion.
“OY! Youse is in me spot!” he spat, as I got up. “Youse is gonna swipe all me gold!”
As I stood up, I realized that he was much shorter than me. I glared at him. “I don’t believe that there is a saved spot here. It is much as mine as yours. So back off.” I poked him as I said that.
He got quite angry then and shoved me into the water. I got up slowly, glaring from underneath my upset hair. Swiftly I threw a punch toward his face, but he dodged it and tried an uppercut punch on me. I grabbed it with my free hand, twisted it, and made him turn around. With my other hand I grabbed his other arm, and then proceeded to kick him hard on his butt while letting go of his arms, causing him to stumble and fall into a nearby trough. He lifted his head, spluttering, with his face red with rage. He charged toward me, and when he was almost upon me, I neatly side stepped him, and then kicked him face forward into the river. I then leaped upon him, drawing out my dagger. I sat on him, and grabbed his hair, forcing his head up. I placed the edge of the dagger to his throat.
I whispered right next to his ear, “If you ever, ever, come near me or my friends, you have my word, I will kill you.” I got up, forcing him to stand. I let go of him and pointed the dagger at him. “Go. Now. And don’t come back.” I said calmly, my face icy to his scared face. In a split second, he was running across the river, and into the surrounding woods.
Then all was silence. I looked around at the shocked faces who had witnessed the fight. Then a single cheer erupted, followed by a huge roar of approval, as men and my friends came and cheered me from getting rid of such a huge bully. In the confusion, I dropped my dagger. Happily, I hugged my friends and we laughed.
When the crowd had subsided, I picked up my dagger. I accidentally grabbed a large rock with it. When I looked at it, it was covered in mud. I washed it off in the river, and to my surprise, it was the largest gold nugget I had seen in my life. I screamed for joy, running to my friends to show them.
When they saw it, they screamed too, and we started to run to the Delansons to show them. But after a few paces, I fell and hit the ground.
When I opened my eyes, I was on my back, staring up to the treetops from the ditch surrounding our hide out. I looked next to me and Amy and Nikky were staring at me. Then my eyes were caught by the fact that Amy’s arm was completely healed.
I then looked at my hands to see if the gold was still there. It was. So was my dagger. Amy still had the guide book! But besides that, it was almost as if we had never left.
“Well, that was quite the adventure.” I laughed. Then two bodies attacked me because of my stupid joke.
“Adventure my butt. I was injured!” Amy yelled as she gave me a noogie.
After our fun, I got up and dusted off my jeans. “So what do you want to do now?”
Nikky glared at the book Amy was holding. “Find the person who sent us on this.”
“I like that plan.” said Amy with an evil grin.
“Ditto” I said, resting my hand on my dagger’s hilt. We climbed out of the ditch to go find that person.
“They are sooo dead!
Epilogue
“So here we are, in front of you, and now we want an explanation.” Nikky said, pointing at you. You just sit there, in your leather chair, sitting back with your hands pressed together at the fingertips. You have refused to talk. All you tell us is that it is a new method to have kids learn history.
“I don’t care if you refuse to tell us anything. We are going to find out somehow or another.” Amy yells at you while pointing at you. “I almost died because of this ‘learning method’.”
You reply by saying that by entering this facility, you have already learned too much. You also comment on how Amy was right when she thought we got there by space-time vortex and we had a certain quest to fulfill. Quite correct, you say.
“I don’t care if she is correct. Why do you keep saying things that have no relevance?” I yell. You don’t say anything. “Fine,” I say. “Then you can tell everything to our lawyer. See you in court!” You look shocked. I motion to Amy and Nikky to follow me. I walk out, grinning. Time for payback.
