I ran.
"Why dad… why" I whispered. It couldn't be. No. Not today. I have to stop it.
I went back in time to stop it from happening. As he pulled out, I ran after him.
I biked
I sweated
I pedaled
I was almost up to him
WAYPOINT STREET
"oh no" I told myself
There….. The thing that started it all. Black van… Shady man…..
In the window…. I saw him… My one and only father…
I looked away. I didn't want to see him die… But it happened. Unfortunantly. I went back to present day. To the Nuclear wastecity we live in today. I saw the factories. The brown trees. The poor mutated birds. It was 2090, December 5th. That's how we say the date in the future. It is so we can know for sure the year we're in. No, we aren't living like the Jetsons. Things haven't honestly advanced much. This is where I come in.
I am Tracy. A 14 year old girl. I am trying to get the past back to the future. I have tried 32 times. Failed 32 times. I need to do something to get the past fixed. With this time machine, I could prevent the Halocaust, World wars, anything. For some reason though, I can't. It doesn't work. Nothing does these days. The people are usually scammers. I know that there is someone out there who can help me.
Somewhere.
The next day, I talked to my brother.
"Tracy, where are you all day?" John asked me
"Little, buddy, I do homework!"
"huh? No-one does that crap anymore! Who cares about good grades?"
Not me. There are better things in life than school. Today, if we want to learn something, we use our technology. Our ipads, ipods, laptops, kindles, Anything. It helps. We in real life don't need to learn about the presidents, the Romans, the Native Americans, (Indians if you call them that, but they are really Native Americans.) and, well, most things! In math, when in life will we ever need to know inequalities, or least common factors? That's why we don't need school. We learn on our own. By our mistakes. But Actually, I do go to the school in the past. There were amazing schools.
"TRACY!" Mom shouted. "Cmon, they need you now!" she said. She knew, Knew, I was dozing off. I raced to the lab. I got my gear on, and went into the chamber. They were sending me during the Halocaust. I was supposed to knock some sense into the Germans. Since, I had blonde hair and blue eyes, I was in no danger. I was to pretend I was Jewish, and to be taken to a concentration camp. I did as I was told. The guards gave me a funny look as to why my hair wasn't shaved to the scalp, and I had no numbers on my wrist, but they didn't really care. I was approaching a Jewish girl. Or I think, they all looked the same since the poor people had their heads shaved. I tapped one on the shoulder. Suddenly, when the "girl" turned around, It wasn't a girl! It was a man with brown hair, and curls. He was young, and pale. He told me to sit and watch. I appeared to have a flute in my hand. The room I was in turned brighter as I blinked.
"okay, child, please play what I do." The man said. He played his piano, or I think that's what it was. He played it elegantly, and cheerful. It was a complex song, but amazing. I loved it.
"well, snip snap! Do not keep the great Johann Sebastian Bach waiting please!" Bach said. I put the flute to my mouth and blew. Nothing came out. I blew again, and this time moved my fingers. I blew again and again, and finally made a note come out. I blew in the same way and moved my fingers again. I just out of nowhere found myself playing. It was great! When I finished, I had to take a deep breath.
"Wonderful, bravicimo! Well done, child, well done!" Johann Sebastian Bach said to me. I closed my eyes for a second and woke up in the time chamber. I saw that nothing changed.
"How did it go? Did they kill you or something?" the professor said.
"no. When I was about to speak to a lady, she turned out to be Johann Sebastian Bach. Then, I saw I was in his house, playing the flute."
"33 tries. 33 fails." He said. He gave a big sigh.
"I think we need someone else to do it…" I said
"No! You are the only one that should know about this! They will send us off to jail, or the whacky shack!" Mom said. I know it's hard to believe in time travel, but it works. It does.
Anything can.