I ran down an empty alleyway. What was happening? One second, I'm walking home from my friends, the next, I'm running away from some ugly goons! I don't even now where they came from, they just appeared out of nowhere. Oh crap, a dead end! I turned around and they were right at the end, blocking my only escape route.
One of them started walking towards me, smiling mencingly. He took a gun out from his belt loop. "Come here Meaghan." He called.
I just stared. What was I going to do? I had no wepons and I know what I DID have wouldn't help me right now. Unless... I looked at the man, who had now stopped. He raised the gun. Nope. What I did have will not help me right now. I crossed my arms over my face and shut my eyes tightly. I was going to die.
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It was warm. I opened my eyes to see a blue sky above me. Was I dead? Had that guy actually killed me and them I'd gone to heaven? I stood up and looked around. I was still in an alleyway and my brown-blonde curls were hanging in my face, wet and dirty. I pulled them back into a cheerleaders ponytail, picked up my backpack, and walked out into the street. People stared. I looked down at myself. My clothes were wrinkled and dirty. This was deffinitly NOT heaven. I started walking, to where, I didn't know. I just knew I needed to stay somewhere here in---where WAS I anyway?
I listened carefully to the civillions talking. German? I looked around for the second time. There German street signs and billboards. Well I think I'm in Germany, I thought to myself. It felt different though. Pedestrians walked and talked on their cell phones. Wait, their very OLD cell phones. I took mine out of the backpack, slim and small. Once again, people stared, but this time, at my phone, not my face.
"Where did you get that?" Asked an amazed sounding girl, only a few years older than me by the looks of it.
"Um....I have connections." Then I thought of something. "Can you tell me something?" The girl nodded. "What's the date today?"
"October tenth. Why?"
"Well its a new phone, the time and date isn't right."
"Oh. Well its October tenth, 2004, at about noon." she smiled sweetly. Wait again, 2004?!
Oh man! Had I done it again? "Thank you." I mumbled, and walked away, shoving my phone deep into my pocket. I HAD done it again. I had went back in time without knowing. I actually did this frequently. Last time this happened, I found myself in 1950. And although it had been a bummer, with little TV, it had helped me on my social studies.
Great. How long would this one last? The 1950s one lasted at least two weeks. Well, I might as well make some money to live off of here. I looked around. I could speak German no problem. But getting a job with the clothes I had on, that might be a problem.
"Hey. I got my trustfund today. I had SO much money." I heard a woman tell her friend. The trustfund. Thats it! I had a trust fund. If I could get it, then find someone to exchange it to Euros, I would be all set. I walked for about 20 minutes when I finally found a bank.
I went up to a nice looking teller and asked her if she spoke english. I figured it would be much easier for me to get my point across in my native tongue.
"Why yes I do hun, what would you like today?" On the way here I had come into some money. Someone had thought I was homeless, which I was right at this point. I had just enough to get a shirt and a skort, and enough left over to at least get something to eat if this didn't work out.
"Well you see, I just moved in with my sister and well, I need money. My mother told me I could get my trustfund out, only," I put on my sadest look, " I don't know how."
"Hmmm....Do you have your mother's bank card?"
It just so happened that I did. No. I didn't steal it. I had needed shoes so she'd given it to me. I wonder if I used it in 2004 that it would charge her in 2010....
"Well then---"
I walked out about an hour later, with lots of money. It had been canadian but the teller had changed it to Euros for me. Now food. Ooh. A McDonalds! Yum.
Well now that I have a full tummy, I can think straight. Shelter. I wonder if there was an old apartment building that would rent for a cheap price. I was a perfect liar. And master of disguise.
I needed my hair changed somehow. I had been multiple people before. I could do it again. I thought about it for a second. Red haired-green-eyed woman in her twentys named..... Courtney! There, big sister Courtney Lockheart. I could use make-up to make myself look older. I would keep my name. Meaghan Lockheart. I would get a job and so would 'Courtney'. I had it all planned out. Lets just hope it works out.