Chapter 2

"Honey! Time for school!," came Ivy's mother's annoying voice from the laundry shoot.

Ivy grunted and tore off the covers from her body, revealing her bare legs. Another grunt and Ivy landed on her feet, making her night gown hit the floor.

"Are you up!"

Her eye twitched and she yelled down her laundry shoot, "yes!"

No answer.

But Ivy didn't care, she slammed the door expecting to hear an answer, but none came. The sun came through her large windows and rested on her bed. It was bright, too bright, Ivy thought.

Slowly, she got into the shower and proceeded to clean herself. The water was warm on her cold skin and she closed her eyes as the water went through her black hair. It made it shine, but soon it would make it smell by the special shampoo she had, Dove.

After her shower, Ivy walked down stairs and got some breakfast. "did you sleep well?," asked her mother.

"…eh…"

"That's nice," Ivy heard her mom say just as the dishes in the sink clashed. Looking up, Ivy saw her mother's eyes stare into hers. They were covered with tears and stained with black mascara.

Her mom sniffed and Ivy new better then to make a big fuss about this. It was usually her father and mother having another fight across a telephone line. Even if her father lived where know one knew, her mother always seemed to get a hold of him.

Ivy looked down at her plate again and poked her waffle, "What did he say?"

The sniffing stopped and Ivy could feel her mother's stare burn into the back of her neck. "What?" Another sniff. "Oh, just something your father said."

"What did he say?," repeated Ivy in the same tone as before.

There was silence and Ivy once again looked up at her mother. She was expressionless. Ivy stared into the expressionless eyes and waited for her answer. It never came.

Just then, Steven walked in and as he came in, their mom left through a different exit. "What's wrong with mom?," he asked looking over to Ivy who was once again staring at her waffles.

Her eyes moved to a different location, not a bit higher than her plate and said one word. But it came out as a hoarse whisper, "Nothing."

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"Hey!," yelled Liz running over to Ivy. She smiled at her with a perkiness. It made Ivy sick.

"Hi."

Liz had bright purple hair and hazel eyes. Her hair was just about down to her ears. 3 ear piercings covered each ear, all in a row.

Liz's arm linked around Ivy's and they started to walk down the hall. As they walked, Liz babbled, "Oh! Last night, I saw the Pirates of the Caribbean previews 9 times. And at least 3 of them were different. I'm so excited. Just knowing that we are going to be in Disneyland on the night it opens, Johnny De--"

Two boys at Ivy's and Liz's age, stood at a far away distance. One of them was watching the two girls walk down the hallway towards them. Slowly, they both greeted Ivy and Liz.

Alex, one of the boys, headed over to the girls with Thomas, the other young man, trailing behind him. "Hey Ivy. Did you write the script?," asked Alex.

He had dark brown hair with pale blue eyes that seemed rather odd with his tanned skin. His sidekick, Thomas, had blonde hair and bright "happy" blue eyes.

"Yeah…," Ivy drawled. Alex always thought it was funny when Ivy talked in a monotone voice. A smile spread on his face which made her smile.

"Hey Thomas!," Liz said in a deep voice. Thomas blushed as he hid behind Alex. Unlinking arms, Liz went to Thomas and linked his arm. "Come on, Thomas. Loosen up."

Ivy and Alex were in the same group for a Tech. Ed. Movie project. As were Liz and Thomas. Alex worked with the camera's as Ivy wrote the script and helped direct.

"You headin' to Tech., Thomas?," Liz again said with a bit of deep annoyance in it.

Ivy smacked her hard on the arm and she looked shocked then smirked.

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"Pssst! Hey Ivy! Pssst!," Jackie hissed to her who sat across from Ivy. It was another classmate of hers.

"What?," Ivy hissed back.

"Come here," Jackie looked from side to side and ushered her over.

"What is it?"

Jackie smirked and looked her in the eye. Jackie's eyes were blue and her hair was blonde. Long and blonde. "You know how you wanted to go back in time?"

Ivy couldn't help but laugh at Jackie's suggestion. "Yeah," laughed Ivy.

"I know how."

Ivy let out a hearty laugh but got a look from the teacher so she muffled her laughs, by covering her mouth with her hands. "Your shitting me?!"

Jackie shook her head and opened a document on the computer. It showed a 3-D model of a "time machine" "No, no. It's true. We can do it after school."

Ivy looked out of the corner of her eye, down on Jackie's blonde hair. "What date can it do?"

"18th century," she said this in a matter-of-fact tone. Her eyebrow also cocked up and she smirked.

"Let's do it. Doubt that it'll work, but why not give it a try?"

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"We need to make sure you don't have any diseases. It'll screw up your DNA system and if that happens…you know, you'll change. Are you sure you want to make this risk?," Jackie asked Ivy as she stood in the center of a wooden 3-D model that Ivy saw earlier on the computer that day. It wasn't in the school though. No. If it was in the school it would most likely be found then trashed. So it was hidden in the comfort of Jackie's basement.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Jackie went on with her explanation. Walking around the computer, pacing and wearing some glasses to give off the effect that she is a mad scientist. "You will go back to the past in whichever time you wish, but know this…5 weeks there is 1 day here. So take all the time you need to do whatever you want. If your gone for more than one day, I will go about saying you have run away with a rapist."

"Oh thanks," Ivy pursed her lips.

"Oh yes, what about your mother?"

"Oh hell. She doesn't care. She'll just think I'm staying at a friends house to blow off some steam."

"Ok, well if your DNA strand gets rearranged, note that your hair color, eye color, personality will all change," Jackie said as she patted Ivy on the shoulder.

She could tell that Ivy was bored and anxious. "Yes, yes I know," Ivy suspiciously looked at her and stated, "Those glasses make you look… scientific."

They both laughed.

"Come on, come on," Ivy urged.

Jackie smiled at her and walked back to the computer that was controlling the whole contraption, "Ok, in 5, 4, 3, 2,…1" Down went the trigger and a spark of lightning went off, giving the effect that Ivy was disenagrating.

Ivy's vision was blurred and everything turned blue, she heard the faint sound of Jackie's voice, "Off to the year 1773 in the Caribbean, she goes."

Splash!