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Roxanne walked into the basement, bored and looking for something to do. Her parents were out of town and now was her chance to sneak into the restricted basement where her Father made inventions.
She made her way to one of the tables and leaned over it to look at the tools.They were just ordinary tools, nothing cool or futuristic.
Her Dad was such a fake! She walked over to another table and was surprised to see weird tools she had never seen before. She gaped at them for a moment.
She turned and walked to the very end of the basement. She stopped and looked around at all the junk on the floor and lined up against the wall.
Roxanne's eyes landed on a telephone booth. She rolled her eyes and thought, 'Is my dad the only dad who keeps a telephone booth in his basement?
She walked to the booth and slid open the door. She slipped inside and sat down while closing the door. Roxanne looked in front of her and knew that this was no ordinary phone booth.
Instead of there being a phone there was some sort of machine. And there was some sort of timer.
It read: 1972.
Roxanne leaned to the side and rested her elbow on a little counter that was sticking out of the side.
But as soon as her elbow hit it, Roxanne felt something weird in her stomach.
The room seemed to be turning different colors and it seemed be turning rather fast.
Roxanne flew from side to side in the cramped phone booth. She held on with all her might, until finally she landed on her butt in the back of a van.
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Roxanne walked into the basement, bored and looking for something to do. Her parents were out of town and now was her chance to sneak into the restricted basement where her Father made inventions.
She made her way to one of the tables and leaned over it to look at the tools.They were just ordinary tools, nothing cool or futuristic.
Her Dad was such a fake! She walked over to another table and was surprised to see weird tools she had never seen before. She gaped at them for a moment.
She turned and walked to the very end of the basement. She stopped and looked around at all the junk on the floor and lined up against the wall.
Roxanne's eyes landed on a telephone booth. She rolled her eyes and thought, 'Is my dad the only dad who keeps a telephone booth in his basement?
She walked to the booth and slid open the door. She slipped inside and sat down while closing the door. Roxanne looked in front of her and knew that this was no ordinary phone booth.
Instead of there being a phone there was some sort of machine. And there was some sort of timer.
It read: 1972.
Roxanne leaned to the side and rested her elbow on a little counter that was sticking out of the side.
But as soon as her elbow hit it, Roxanne felt something weird in her stomach.
The room seemed to be turning different colors and it seemed be turning rather fast.
Roxanne flew from side to side in the cramped phone booth. She held on with all her might, until finally she landed on her butt in the back of a van.
Please review. More to come.