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Part Two: Problems With Suzee


Lori and I knew something had to be up with this Suzee chick. Girls didn't just have gills, and Merton kept avoiding our questions about her. But Lori and I cornered him, and he confessed.

"This lady Brelma guaranteed me a girl from the future from her machine and then appeared Suzee. She said it would take an hour to fix, so I asked Suzee to pretend she's my date," Merton sighed.

"Well, we have to send her back as soon as possible Merton. Who knows what a girl from the future could do to us?" Lori informed him.

"Yeah, remember our trip back to nineteen-eighty-nine?" I reminded him.

Just as I said that, the room shook and there was this distortion thingy that appeared and disappeared in the room. Suzee definitely had to go.

"Brelma needs more time," Merton explained when things seemingly returned to normal.

Lori and I groaned. It's not like we had much choice. Of course, I make the best out of bad situations. Maybe Suzee had a hot futuristic friend she could tell all about me.

"Suzee, so, you got any hot future friends?" I asked as Lori jabbed me in the ribs.

"My friend Rosie Ianni is from Mercury. Is that hot enough for you?" Suzee replied, dripping with sarcasm. "She's also not quite fourteen yet."

A freshman. Not that I had anything against freshmen, but you have to be careful. "Anyone else?"

Suzee rolled her eyes. "I do have a best friend, Catalina from Saturn. She's sixteen-years-old," she said, more sweetly this time. A junior. Not bad, or so I thought until Suzee had to add, "She's also stuck in a parallel dimension right now."

Yeah, well, that's the breaks. This girl has a friend in the future, and she's not even in the correct dimension. Just then, another distortion thingy interrupted any future conversation we would have been having.

"Merton, I'm sorry to say it man, but we have to see if that Brelma lady is ready to send Suzee back home yet," I told him. Merton nodded sadly.

"Sure," Merton groaned as Suzee kissed him on the cheek.

"No one is ever more adorable than when they do the right thing, even if they don't want to," Suzee confessed.

The four of us went back to the place where Merton and Suzee had said that weird chick Brelma had been. Sure enough, we found Brelma, Hillary, a girl that Merton had dated in seventh grade and they hated each other (sort of) now, and a guy with long curly blonde hair and cinnamon-bun ears and in the same uniform as Suzee was wearing (without the flaps of course), looking quite confused.

"My boyfriend!" Hillary squealed, but the guy stared at her.

"My girlfriend is Elmira," he replied, confused. He looked at Brelma. "You look familiar."

Lori looked at us. "She really does," she whispered.

Suzee jumped out from where we were. "Radu!" she called out.

This guy apparently named Radu turned around. "Suzee!" he responded. "You disappeared, and we--"

I interrupted. "Brelma, you have to send them back," I ordered.

"And if I don't?"

I had to think about this. I couldn't wolf out in front of Hillary. I had a feeling Suzee and Radu had probably seen weirder, but still...

Just then, Suzee looked at my eyes and it was as if she had entered my brain. As if she knew what I had been thinking, she went to Hillary and explained to her that it might not be safe here and she had to go. When she asked why, Suzee whispered something in her ear, and Hillary ran off. I still wonder what Suzee had said, but it wasn't important.

After Hillary was out of sight, I wolfed out. Brelma was startled at first and jumped back, but then she smiled a crooked smile. "If you hurt me, I'll never send them back. And if they don't get home, time and space will rip, causing this to become an alternate dimension."

"So you're going to send us back?" Radu asked.

"That's the beauty part," Brelma answered. "I don't have to, but if you hurt me, I definitely won't. Either way, I get what I want."
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