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"Lauren, you pig! You went back to the past and forgot to take us along! How could you be cruel?" Alice Sargon chased her friend around the playground. It was recess time and the three pranksters of Green View Elementary were hanging out. Ann-Marie Moriarty was sitting on a bench eating her sandwich while Alice was getting revenge on Lauren Moran. It was another peaceful day filled with hot boys, lessons, and of course, pranks on the teachers.
"So what do you think of the time machine?" Ann-Marie asked Lauren. Alice had finally gave up on catching Lauren and rested on the swing. "It was good, especially when it reduced my age when I arrived back in this time. However, I think that we should shut it down. There might be a few side-effects." Lauren replied. Lauren had recently been to the Victorian Age and had met hers and Alice's great-great grandfathers. She had recorded the cases the two of them worked on which were not published and put them into scripts. Alice had quietly taken the scripts from Lauren and had posted it on the net under the name of "The Typist". The stories were a success with requests for more stories. Their popularity was gaining.
Soon Recess was over and they rushed back to class. Ann-Marie was a natural scholar and did not need to study. Alice and Lauren knew the content by heart and were very fast in answering questions. Near the end of the lesson, the teacher had decided to divide them into groups of three. The three of them were to read on Victorian fashion and write an essay on it. Ann-Marie, Alice and Lauren decided to stay at Alice's private apartment to discuss. Finally, school was dismissed and the trio walked to Alice's apartment.
Ann-Marie visited the net while Lauren read the encyclopedias. Based on their information, Alice wrote the essay. They were about to go to bed when there was a sudden flash. Alice spun round to see a boy dressed in Victorian clothes.
Holmes's point of view
It was about seven o' clock in the evening. Watson and I had just returned from our last case. My Boswell was about go to bed when he suddenly stopped. "Holmes, do you remember Lauren Moran?" He asked me. I nodded. That rambunctious young girl was hard to forget. "Well…"He started to say but was soon cut off by a loud clang at the bell. There was a patter of footsteps and soon, an old man had stepped in. Before we could say anything, he took out a large hammer. He hit Watson with it and faced me. The next thing I knew, there was a flash of blue light.
When the light finally cleared, I saw three girls facing me. One of them was Lauren Moran. The others were unfamiliar to me. Lauren looked shocked and startled. Then she opened her mouth and asked, "Mr. Holmes, what are you doing in this century?