“’Where are we going!?!’ I yelled.
“Jeez Alex, just the future.’”
Hi. I’m Alex Kennedy. I’m not much. Just a tall kid with red hair. I live in Aspen. I’m not that interesting. Well, except for one time. I traveled through time a few times. But I’m not going to tell you about it. What’s that? You’ll give me a dollar if I do? Okay. You’ve got a deal.
So one summer day, I was riding a unicycle over a tree branch to cross the roaring fork river (it’s called a dare), and the whole neighborhood was watching (that was bad, because most of them were jerks.) I’d like to say I made it, but I can not tell a lie (please don’t tell me George Washington had copyright on that.) I fell into the river, and got laughed at by every kid in the neighborhood. My best friend, Jay Bird (who looks a bit like one — like a jay bird. Keep up.) helped me up, and kicked the biggest one in the backside (he’s brave that way), and the kid staggered off. People cleared out a lot quicker after that.
“Are you okay?” he asked me. Jay’s also tall and also redheaded, but with freckles.
“I’m fine,” I answered. I started picking myself off the ground, but I stopped.
“Alex? What’s wrong?” Jay asked me.
“Metal,” I muttered. I have found some rusted iron, buried under mud.
Jay and I brushed the mud off the surface. “Weird,” he muttered. “It looks like a control panel.”
I leaned forward, and pressed a button. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
The floor opened up beneath us and we fell. I try not to remember screaming my head off. We landed on our butts. We scrambled up to our feet.
“What the heck…?” I murmured. Since we were under the river, water was pouring down the hatch, soaking us. (Yes, even more than before.)
As the water poured in, I realized what we were standing on. It was one of those storm drain things.
“Look!” Jay was pointing to another control panel. We both ran toward it.
I pulled a lever, and the hatch creaked, and closed. The water stopped pouring in, and the remaining water entered the storm drain. There was silence.
Then Jay spoke. “W-what’s this?” he said, as two white iron doors opened.
We stepped inside. It looked kind of like an elevator, with white iron walls, and velvet cushioned booths. On one of the walls there were open and close buttons, like a modern day elevator. But there was a screen like an iPad. There were three bars on the screen. One said “Year,” one said “Date,” and one said “Place.” It was a touch screen, I could tell. Underneath there was green button, it said “Go”, and underneath that, a button said “Back to Present.”
“Jay,” I said. “I think that this is a time machine.”
His response was not what I thought it would be. “Cool, where should we go? This is so cool!”
I said something real intelligent, like “Ummm…”
But Jay didn’t listen. He filled in the boxes. And hit go.
“Oh gods, Jay,” I moaned. “What did you do?” The walls glowed with power, and the room shook.
“That was pretty tempting,” he said.
“Where are we going!?!” I yelled.
“Jeez Alex, just the future.”
“When, exactly?” I snapped.
“Hey, just 2096. I just want to check it out, you know?”
“Fine,” I answer. “But this had better be quick.” I should’ve known. With Jay, nothing is quick.
It was amazing. The air was clear, the pollution was gone, and there was technology everywhere! In the place of wheels, vehicles had hoverthings, in place of bus drivers, there were droids, and everything seemed so much… better. After an hour exploring, Jay and I went home. The only thought in my head was: the parents are going to kill us.
And they yelled. And they screamed. But miraculously, I did not die. Well sort of.
“How could you just run off like that!? We called the police!!!” my mom yelled. “Where have you been? You know better than this!!!”
My eardrums felt like exploding!
The next day, Jay and I told our parents that we were going hiking, and to call us when we had to come back. Instead, we explored through time. Jay and I visited (and messed around at) the following: building of the pyramids (we turned the blueprints upside-down), the case of Jack the Ripper (who was actually Joseph Barnett), the great fire of London (we put it out), the discovering of America (we kicked Columbus off the boat), and the Napoleonic wars (while working for Napoleon, we aimed the cannon wrong, and set his knickers alight — and slightly bruised). That was fun….
But it didn’t last long. Jay had this “great” (terrible) idea to visit our parents when they were young…We went to his parents’ first date. I tried stopping Jay, but he ran into that diner, and ran up to his parents, and said, “Hey Dad! Hey Mom!” The couple yelped and ran each to their own home. Suddenly, Jay doubled over, wincing.
“Are you ok —” that was all I could get to before — crack! He vanished. I realized what he’d done. He’d altered time so his parents didn’t marry. And since they weren’t married, he couldn’t exist. Suddenly, I forgot Jay.
Who was this “Jay” guy? But a nagging voice in my head said that there was a “Jay.” At first I didn’t listen to it, but all my memories of him came back. So I ran to the time machine. For the date, I put in five minutes ago. There was Jay, running to the diner. I ran, and caught him sweating.
“Stop!” I wheezed.
“If you visit your parents, you do not exist, go back to the time machine.” Jay looked at me, and did something unexpected. He obeyed.
“Thanks!” he called back as he ran to his time machine.
“Bye!” I call out after him. But he was gone.
At least not for good.