Thanks for all the reviews my awesome readers! I'm chomping on some Irish scones I just made from a recipe I got while I was over there and soaking up the fact that my school is cancelled for a few days due to ice. Ahhhhhh….love it. So that means I'll have time to write!
So here's the next chapter!
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Breakfast was eaten quickly the next morning and I sensed everyone's eyes on me as I took my time with the eggs on my plate. I looked around at the eager faces and decided I should probably not torture them with anticipation anymore. I cleared my throat and asked for Leroy to be brought in to help me tell my story.
We went to the sitting room and we all got comfortable until Leroy came tromping in, his big feet tracking mud on the floor. Shoot, I would have to clean that…
"Oh do tell us about…2010?" Lucy said, trying to remember if the date was correct.
"Yes, 2010," I began, trying to think about what to tell them without thinking about actually telling them actual occurrences of the future. Not that some of it would matter to them because we lived in totally different countries. "Well life is VERY different in my time than it was back in yours. Girls wear pants and have boyish haircuts, not ALL of them but it's acceptable, people are extremely overweight, TV has reruns and shows you've never heard of, cars are faster and louder and bigger, we have computers…"
"What are those?" Peter's interest was piqued.
"Computers?" I asked, Peter nodded. "Well they're…kind of like a TV, they have a screen where pictures show up…and uh, you can store information on them and use the internet to look up any kind of information you want…"
"Internet?" Susan's eyebrows raised.
"ANY information?" Edmund asked, looking shocked. "So you could know all the military secrets of your enemies? How does anyone win wars if they know what the other people are doing?"
"I may have been over exaggerating when I said EVERYTHING…" I tried to figure out how to explain such foreign concepts. "But you can Google random stuff and it'll tell you about it."
"What's a 'Google'?" Lucy asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
I groaned slightly and ran my hand over my face. Leroy's tail was wagging and I could tell he wanted to laugh.
"It's a…thing you use on a computer to ask a question and it will tell you an answer," I tried not to use any unfamiliar lingo.
"Oh…ok that makes sense!" Lucy smiled.
"The computer is actually a very good way to keep in contact with people who are far away from you, even in other countries. We have Facebook…email…Twitter….MySpace…"
"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Peter held up his hands, looking overwhelmed.
"Oh right," I blushed, gosh this was harder than I thought…"Um, email is like…sending a letter from one computer to another…"
"That sounds practical," Susan said, "How long does it take?"
"About 10 seconds…" I replied, seeing the shock on Susan's face. "Um, Twitter is a place you can write to saying what you're doing at any given time of the day."
"Well…why would anyone care?" Edmund asked.
"I don't know, some people might, I guess…" I looked at Leroy for some help.
"They also have this thing they call Facebook," he said in his deep doggy voice, "They spend hours and hours sitting there looking at the computer screen, hoping someone will say something about something. And they play all kinds of silly games on it."
"It's not silly, Leroy," I replied, "It's a great way to keep up with what's going on around you."
"That's what eyes and ears are for," Edmund interjected with a grin.
"Ok, I admit…it's a HUGE waste of time…" I said, trying to get back on track. "We ALSO have cellular phones. They're phones that you can take anywhere without a cord or anything."
"That sounds terrible," said Peter, looking disgusted. "You mean you have a phone all the time so you can never get away from people who are trying to call you?"
"Well…when you put it THAT way it sounds terrible…"
"Oh do let her go on," Lucy said, annoyed at the frequent pauses in the conversation.
"Our music is different too," I said, thinking of how much I missed my favorite bands, "We have rock and roll, rap, techno…"
"What does all that even mean?" Susan snapped, getting annoyed.
"Well…rock and roll is like electrics guitars and heavy drum solos and loud singing…" I tried to demonstrate with an air guitar and a bad attempt at making the sound to go along with it.
They all just laughed and said I looked ridiculous, and I had to agree.
"Rap, well…rap is like talking in rhythm," I continued.
"Sounds boring…" Edmund mumbled. I glared at him.
"It's not my favorite," I admitted, "It's kind of annoying. We also have…"
"Nakoda," Peter raised a hand to silence me, he looked weary. "I really think that my mind can't handle your generation. I honestly hope I don't live to see your time."
The others all murmured agreements and stood to leave, looking absolutely confused. Except for Susan, who looked almost eager. I didn't like that look.
"Your time sounds crazy," Lucy giggled as we filed out of the sitting room, "I don't know how you would keep sane!"
"Sometimes I wonder how we do too…" I admitted. "I always wished I could have lived back in your time. Back when music was fun, everyone knew how to dance, tv shows were funny, and people were mainly decent."
"It was a good time, wasn't it?" Edmund said with a smile, "Too bad we missed it."
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Little do they know, right? Little does Peter know he WON'T live to see that time. Little does Susan know she WILL. Oh man…that's depressing.
Anywho….you know what to do :D
