ONE
Thursday, May 08, 1879
"Where are we?"
I look over at Fred, who's speaking. He looks concerned.
I don't know how it happened, or where we are....
Last time I looked, we were in Jodie's room. Fred was messing with stuff, I was reading, (what?)and Jodie was paining her nails.
"Where's Joe?" asked Fred.
"Dentists."
"Again? He's always at the dentists."
"Not. My. Problem."
I couldn't help giggling at that moment.
"What?"
"Just you and Jodie."
"What about me and Jodie?"
"Jodie and I." said Jodie.
"What-ever."
"Anyone would think there was something going on between you two."
Fred grabbed the nearest thing to him and playfully whacked me round the head with it.
Big mistake.
'Cus the nearest thing to him was the Book.
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"Wherever we are, it's your fault." Jodie looks angry. "I'm not the one that just had to mess with the Book, that just had to go meddling with it and end up here."
"My God, why are you the popular girl?" Fred rolls his eyes. "You are so not likeable."
"Yes well, if it hadn't been for you...I mean, what does Joe see in you? You are totally incompetent, you eat too much..."
"At least I'm not anorexic!"
"ANOREXIC?"
"You practically eat nothing."
"Sam doesn't eat much and you're not calling him anorexic..."
"Don't you DARE bring Sam in to this!"
"Why not?"
"Cus this ain't his fault!"
"No, it's yours."
"Guys, please..." I try to stop them, but Jodie glares at me.
"What'ya gonna do? Make me take a spelling test?"
"I can't help it if I'm clever."
"I can think of someone who isn't."
"JUST SHUT UP JODIE!!!!!!!!" I yell.
Silence.
My God, I can't take this! Jodie can be such a...well I know what she can be, but I'm not saying it at age ten.
She's right though. Fred shouldn't really have whacked me with The Book.
Jodie glares at me again. Great. If looks could kill, I'd be dead as a doughnut by now. Deader. Shut up brain.
"This has nothing to do with you."
"It has everything to do with m-me..." My voice catches at the end. Brilliant.
I'mnotgoingtocry,I'mnotgoingtocry,I'mnotgoingtocry,I'mnotgoingtocry,I'mnotgoingtocry...
Damn. Looks like I am going to.
I sit down, draw my knees to my chest and bury my head in them, in an attempt to hide it.
"You OK?" asks Jodie uncertainly.
"NO! I'M NOT OK! WHY DO YOU GUYS KEEP FIGHTING LIKE THIS???!!!"
Silence.
"I m-mean, you c-can't even breath without o-one of you p-picking up on it..."
More silence. Jodie and Fred look slightly uneasy.
"C-Come on guys, a little co-operation here?"
"Ok." says Jodie stiffly. "Fine. But let me do things my way."
"Like always." mutters Fred under his breath, but thank God, Jodie doesn't hear.
"First we need to find out where we are." Fred straightens up and walks around the room.
It's a very well decorated room, burgandy wallpaper with gold spirals. Wooden floorboards, a desk (also made of wood) a matching chair...
"Guys? I think we warped in to someone's study."
"Do people even have studies anymore?" asks Fred.
"You dorkbot." Jodie rolls her eyes. "We warped, idiot. We went back in time."
I cringe at this, expecting another argument, but mercifully Fred doesn't retaliate.
"Whatever." he goes over to the door, and opens it.
Creeeeaaaaaaakkkkkkkk.
"Shh!" I whisper, in my Oh-my-God-I'm-having-a-panic-attack voice, the high-pitched one. "If anyone sees us, we're toast!"
Fred looks at me.
"Dead as a doughnut! Deader!"
"Where the hell do you get these expressions from?"
"Just...books."
"Riiiiiiiiight. Come on."
I go after Fred. Jodie follows.
We step in to a hallway. I gasp. It's huge.
Suddenly there is a bang.
I eep and cling to Fred.
A girl in a black dress emerges from one of the doors. She's wearing a frilly white apron and a matching little cap. She looks shocked to see us.
"P-pardon my asking, but what in the Lord's name are you doing here?"
"We don't know." says Fred. I cling to him tighter.
"You don't know?"
"No we don't. Sam get off me."
I obediently let go, even though I really don't want to.
"But you must have got here somehow..."
"Yes, but...ow!"
Jodie has kicked Fred.
"We, um, it was the craziest thing, uh..."
The girl looks puzzled. Join the club.
"Never mind." says Jodie.
"Well, I'm Deliliah, and you are...?"
"I'm Jodie, this is Fred, and the little one is Sam."
Little one?
"Welcome. Do you need a place to stay?"
"Kinda..."
"I can take you to the orphanage, It's not a problem..."
"No!"
That was Fred.
Delilah looks alarmed.
"Did I upset you? I'm so sorry, I..."
"It's not big deal." says Fred. "Um, how old are you?"
She curtsies. "Fifteen."
"You're fifteen and you have a job?" says Jodie, before she can stop herself.
"Yes, why?"
"N-nothing..."
I have been silent all this time. Fred looks at me.
"Are you alright?"
I nod, and cling to him again.
I don't know where we are, or where the Book is. I wanna go home.
This won't sound suprising coming from me, but I'm scared...
Ahhh. Poor Sami-chan...*hugs him* Well, see you in Rayman 4! *sweatdrop* Chapter Two sorry...heheheh...