I am walking home from school after a shit day.
Getting teased by people is not a good thing.
Everything I do seem to be funny.
Anyway, I should introduce myself.
My name is Annie Gates, I am 16 years old.
I go to a horrible school which is filled with pricks.
It's my last year of school, so I will endure it.
Even though I am fed up as it is.
Why can't life be easy?
As I entered my house, I could smell something burning.
I went to the kitchen and there standing was my older brother.
"Marcus, why are you cooking? I shouted.
My brother smiled.
"I am cooking for my girlfriend, obviously"
What a dumbass.
"Well, if you want to kill her with your cooking, that's you choice" I stated.
Marcus frowned.
"I am training as it is, anyway how school was" he asked.
Crap.
He is changing the subject on purpose.
My family including my brother doesn't know that I get bullied at school.
I don't want to make a fuss.
I forced a smile on my face.
"School was awesome as usual"
I hope he can't tell I am fibbing.
Even though my brother is older than me by two years he is very protective of me.
"I see" he said.
Marcus was engrossed by his cooking he wasn't paying attention how I looked.
This is a good thing.
Mum and Dad are still at work so I won't be expecting them home till night time.
I was about to make food when Marcus nudged me.
"Mum made food for when you come home, it's in the fridge"
"Oh" I said.
It was evening as I said when my parents came home.
My dad just collapsed on the sofa dramatically.
He always does that when he comes home.
The first thing my mum did was that she went in the kitchen.
As always
"Marcus, I hope you didn't make a mess" Mum asked.
My brother who was busily playing on his console just grunted.
"It's fine mum, Annie helped me to tidy up anyway, so it's all good"
It was not all good.
My brother practically begged me to help him.
I couldn't say no, as it was my brother at the end of the day.
After we ate dinner I said I was going to bed.
I have school tomorrow which will be hell.
The Next Day
I was running as fast as I can.
He was chasing me and if I slow down he will catch up to me.
My day ended with this boy called Oliver who always teases me.
Most of the time, he always chases me after school.
I hate him so much.
"Annie, slowdowns will ya, I want to give you a kiss" he shouted.
What a block head.
There is no way in hell that I'm letting a jerk kiss me.
He's joking I bet.
I need to find a hiding place.
I can't go home just yet, because Oliver will know where I live.
This is frustrating.
As I keep on running I saw something sparkly.
What was that?
I ducked down under a bush and waited for Oliver to run passed.
When he did that, I quickly got up and ran up to the sparkly thing.
What is it?
It looks like a hole.
I put my head in the hole and all of a sudden I was sucked in.
"AHHHHHHHHHH"
What is going on?
What is happening to me?
Am I going to die?
The questions kept coming in my head.
I shut my eyes tightly.
Please be a dream, I thought.
But I knew this was not a dream.
I felt myself on the ground.
I opened my eyes.
Where the hell am I?
I looked around and I could see the people.
There were wearing oddly dresses and suits.
I thought quickly.
Maybe this was some sort of joke.
Maybe a camera crew will come up and say you just been pranked by the prank patrol.
Who was I kidding?
This is reality.
I did not notice that there was a newspaper next to me.
I picked it up.
Now let's search for that date.
I scanned at the newspaper.
My heart stopped.
The date says 7th of April 1889.
What the heck?
I was back in time.
This seriously can't be happening.
I was in the Victorian era.
This was when Queen Victoria is still reigning.
I love History but to be actually here seem like a dream.
Hmm
Maybe I should check if I am still dreaming.
I looked if anyone was staring at me.
But they wasn't
I was in a good hiding place which people haven't noticed me.
This was the time to check if I wasn't crazy.
I slapped my face hard.
"Ouch" I muttered.
I quickly checked my surroundings.
I was still here.
This is defiantly not a dream.
I got up from where I was sitting and walked around for a bit.
The first thing I noticed that people was staring at me.
I gathered that, I was wearing pants and women from this era neither does not wear pants.
Shit.
What could I do?
I never noticed that a carriage was coming my way.
I heard people screaming at me.
But it was too late.
I was knocked down by the force.
I was gone instant.