“I was thinking about going back to the Stamp Act because I want to tell all the English colonist that the
act will not even last a year and get repealed. It would cause less protest and drama. Wait, I don’t even know
you, and you want to go about 500 years in the past with a girl you just met?”
“Yah, why not? My names Dylan. What’s yours?”
“Elizabeth”
“I like it. So are we going or what?”
I can’t believe this guy? We just met a minute ago, and he wants to go time traveling with me.
“Alright” I agreed
“Meet me here tomorrow at 2:30. Here’s my number. Bye Elizabeth.”
He gave me his number, and I left.
Yah right that guy thinks I’m going to meet him at 2:30 tomorrow. In his dreams. What if he turns out to
be a total jerk, why would I want to be stuck in a time machine with a person like that? On the other hand, he
might also be really nice, and fun to hang out with. Whatever, I haven’t even gotten permission to go on the first
place.
When I wal ked back home I grabbed the houses keys from my purse, unlocked the front door, and
stepped inside. “Hey guys I’m home.”
“Hey sweetie, where were you?” asked my mom.
“I was at that time machine rent place. I was thinking of going back in time to learn more about history.
What do you think?” I said.
“And why would you do that? Have you seen all stories on the news about the time machine accidents?”
“Mom I’ll be fine.”
My dad walks in. “Hey Elizabeth what’s up?”
“Liz was thinking about renting a time machine and going back in time,” said mom.
“Well I think that’s a great idea!” my dad said.