Myka looked up from their diary after just promising, in ink, not to hurt herself ever again. Her heart jumped in startle when seeing a dark coloured woman in a pink tweed skirt suite standing a few metres away from her, in the grass. The brunette wiped her, still pooling eyes; clearing her vision. The mystery woman's, glasses-covered, eyes gazed upon her, sitting under her tree. The woman merely bowed her head at her before turning away, slowly walking off. Myka glanced back to the book, reading over her words, like her penmanship was the thing to bring on that strange lady, herself. The girl then looked back up, but was shocked in the fact that the woman was gone. There was no physical way that she could have gone far enough that she would not be able to be seen; she had only just been standing there in a relatively large open field. There were no trees to conceal her; she had simply just disappeared into thin air.
"Okay, I feel like I should be more creeped out than I am," Myka muttered to herself after scanning about her vicinity, finding herself to be alone. "Maybe I'm just seeing things?" she questioned her own sanity.
The girl then sighed, finding herself in a trite mood. Stoically she clutched the book in her two hands before dropping her upper body to the ground. She was slightly uncomfortable due to a root digging into her back, but she did not change positions, instead she just lay there. Her mood was unrecognisable; she merely blinked her blank eyes as she gazed over the field. She then realised that three figures were approaching, they were the same three girls that she saw in the street exiting the ice cream parlour just prior that day. Her mind didn't compute that she was staring at them from on the ground, she just treated the girls as if she were watching television whilst lying on the floor at her aunt's house (the Bering family did not own a TV). It wasn't until the girls got close enough and one of them locked eyes with her for a split second, did Myka sit up and speedily open her book like she were reading; trying to look normal. Tara, Myka knew the girl's name to be, smiled at her before turning back to her friends in conversation. The trio then walked past her, down the bike path that soon went into bush.
Myka then looked back to the open book and realised that it was on that same page that she had only just written in. Picking up her pen, she rested it on the blank page opposite wanting to write, but no thoughts came out. She tapped the pen against blank paper, making speckles of ink, yet nothing came to mind. Instead she decided to read her friends following entry, flipping a page she began to read.
October 19, 1878
Dear Darling, I hope both your heart and mind fare sound today. Mother says never to ask on ones sanity for that it possesses no tact, but I think only a cold hearted clot-pole would fail to ask such an important question.
Anyhow, I did a little research in the library today on sadness. I do not want to make any offence but, Darling, I feel your heavy heart, especially when I am physically nearest our diary. I slumber with the book right beneath my pillow which makes me grow ever more curious regarding my dreams. Do you think bending time is possible? What I mean to say is; time is linear, correct? We always move forward in time, never backwards nor jump about through it. But what if something had the power to bend it on top of itself making a single point in space actuality two points in space? What if this book is that point? The point where the diary is what it was, and was what it is going to be. And as I sleep maybe I am somehow taking my mental defences down and opening my mind up to hear you.
Sorry, I just went off on a ludicrous thought train made up of fantasy fairy dust and magick lamps. What I am writing is fallacious, I know... or is it? What if someone could figure out how to manoeuvre through time as they pleased? No! No! I am now truly going mad with though. I shall dismiss this subject because I wish to tell you about my findings in the library today.
I was reading on the subject; 'sadness', and came to this term known as 'depression'. I have never heard of this condition before, have you? It is when a person is at a constant state of sadness. Well, I think you may have The Depression. Do not fret though, Darling! This one text sugessted that you should look for an activity to busy yourself with… though, I personally find that to be a little lacking. I think it is not necessarily what you are doing but who you are doing it with. Sure riding my steed alone is fun, but I am finding much greater pleasure in it with Samantha accompanying me. We have gone riding a few times together now. It is quite enjoyable. So what if you did this same thing? You do something fun that you love with another person. Maybe that would make you feel better and un-depressed… not depressed… without the depression? Well. However one is supposed to say it.
Oh heavens! I hear my mum screeching from down stairs. She must have found the rat that I caught and stowed inside her quale roster. I must go now.
Farewell my Darling and I do truly mean fare well in both body and mind.
Myka couldn't help but bite back a snicker from her friend's last remark. She really was a trouble maker, catching and stowing rats. The brunette felt loved within that last message, like she had truly found someone on her side fighting for her, who knew her better than anyone else. She smirked and put pen to paper, this time finding the words after she thought upon the theories that her friend was talking about, and how impossible it was that she knew them.
April 26, 1991
Einstein! Oh my goodness, you are preaching out Einstein theories before he was even born! How are you even possible? How are you even real? You are a genius or something! According to Einstein (the smartest acclaimed theoretical physicist ever to live) space-time is curvature, so it can bend. I mean, I also don't think that our diary is a touching point of folded time either. That is ridiculous. Paper and ink can't bend time. But seriously, I'm still blown away by your mind. Your name will certainly go down in history, I just know it! Though, I don't know your name. Not that it matters personally, but I wish that I could check for you if you are famous and what you're famous for. Unfortunately there are not many well-known women from Victorian time… your time. You are from the Victorian era. Pretty cool, eh? You are from an 'era'. That sounds so passé but like in a good suave way. Anyway, the reasoning for this lack of famous women during your time is because of the Neanderthal men that ran your day. I mean, men still kinda run my time too, but nowhere near what you are privy to knowing. So when, I mean, now, Now that your name is down in history, it could have been stolen by a man, passed off as his own. Or maybe you passed off your genius purposely through a man, because it was the only way that you could get your ideas out there and heard. Or maybe you somehow did manage to get your real name published! Oh that would be fantastic if you could do that, I mean, if you did do that.
Myka stopped writing when she heard footsteps crunching on the path. She looked up and cranked her neck backwards to see Tara emerging out from the bush, alone. The other girl had dirty-blonde hair that was cropped at her shoulders. She had a kind face unlike her two other friends who always looked a bit annoyed at life. Myka knew that their trio was formed in Sunday school at church back when they were all in grade one. Myka often wondered, if her family had ever bothered to take her and Tracy to church, that she might have made friends there too.
As the girl got closer Myka concluded that Tara would probably make a fine friend. If she would ever like the brunette enough to give her the time of day, that was. Myka thought on her Victorian's theory of finding someone to accompany her as she did some activity that she loved to do.
Tara was getting closer, but Myka was becoming more nervous with each step that she took. She didn't know how to engage people her own age. She found conversing with adults a much easier task. Myka then remembered the rat in the roaster and almost began to laugh. If her friend was crazy enough to catch a rodent then live the wrath of her mother after she found it in her cooking wear (because all mothers would be furious after that), then she, Myka, could be crazy enough to talk to a friendly face.
"Tara!" Myka blurted out awkwardly, not giving herself the chance to back down from talking to her.
The blonde responded in slight confusion, but still wore a legitimate smile, "Yes?" She stilled herself a few metres away.
"Um" The brunette sucked in her top lip going bug-eyed before saying, "Would you like to learn how to wield a sword?"
"Wheel a sword?" She scrunched her face, "Does that mean make a sword?"
Myka bit her lip but couldn't help but giggle out, "No." She then went on to explain, "It means to use a sword. Like learn the craft of swordsmanship."
Then Tara began to laugh at herself, "Oh!"
"Yeah!" Myka joined in with another little giggle.
"Stupid me," she sighed, "I really do know nothing."
"What?" Myka said in slight shock, "No way. You're not stupid. 'Wield' is just one of those obscure esoteric words that you would only hear if you were interested in hobbies revolving tools and weapons."
"Wow, you use big words."
"Sorry, I read… lots," she cocked her head in embarrassment.
"Yeah, you're like the cool kid that is like above school itself 'cause you're like smarter than all the teachers," the girl said genuinely where Myka blushed in return.
"Wow," She gasped, "I've never…erm- I mean, ah, thanks."
Tara grinned, "So, are you really gunna teach me how to use that sword?" she pointed to Myka's weapon lying in the grass.
"Well, if you like?" the brunette beamed with excitement, "I mean, this is a foil, not a sword... I mean it is a sword… kind of."
"Cool!" Tara squealed. "I'm going to be like Blind Fury!"
"Sure," the brunette nodded not knowing who she was referring to. "Okay, do you want to pick up the foil so I can teach you a few things?"
"I can't," She said.
"Oh," Myka's head dropped, "I understand if you don't want—"
"No, I mean, I can't now. I'm on my way home from dinner. I have a six o'clock curfew."
The brunette looked up, "Oh!"
"Yeah, so do you think that you could teach me another day? Like tomorrow after school or something?"
"Yeah, no of course. That would be cool," Myka nodded with a smile so big that her cheeks hurt.
"Sweet!" Tara grinned and turned around; heading off, "Bye Myka!" she called over her shoulder.
"Bye!" Myka waved. A warm tingle ran up the back of her neck in hearing the other girl call her by name. Tara knew her name and she even thought that Myka was cool too.
With a plastered smile on her face, Myka picked up the diary and wrote.
I think I just made a new friend! Wish me luck.
Your still, always and forever,
Best friend from the future
