“Sorry sweetie but we can’t let you go alone.”
“I won’t be going alone” I can’t believe I’m saying this. “I’m going with my friend Dylan.”
“Now who’s this Dylan? We never met him before.”
“Mom I’ll be fine trust me.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go. Only because you aren’t going alone.”
I left to go upstairs so I can call Dylan to tell him the good news.
“Hey” he answered.
“Hi”
“What did your parents say about us going in a time machine?”
“They didn’t like the idea at first but when I told her I was going with someone she agreed.”
“That’s great! So I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, bye.” and I hung up.
I woke up. It’s finally the day I get to go to 1665! I’m so excited, what do I take? I don’t want to stand
out. I will make an old fashioned looking dress, and where that this afternoon when I meet Dylan. He will think
I look strange, but it doesn’t matter.
I walked into the shop with my big flowing dress and yelled “Hey let’s go!” “All right all ready!” replied
Dylan. When I saw him he was wearing normal clothes like the ones he wore yesterday. “Are you seriously going to wear this?” I asked. “Um what are you talking about?” I ignored him, opened the door to the time machine, walked in with Dylan, and put in March 15,1765. The day the Stamp Act was passed. We were shaking
inside the machine for a minute, but it stopped and we felt a landing.
When we got out and all we saw were horses, carriages, and dirt roads. It seemed like I fitted in, but ev-
eryone kept staring at Dylan. I wouldn’t blame them; he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. After that, I walk over
to one of the people and asked them where George Grenville is.