My world
Hi. My name is Matt. That isn't my real name, I just like to be called that. My name is Mattilda Delasva. The year was 1891. And, although my writing might not be that good, you can still read it, right? You have to. O.k, I like to be called Matt because, it's just, my "thing". I'm tomboyish. The president was William McKinley. This year was special because this is when America regained freedom. To tell you this, I'm not from this time, I was just visiting. I'm actually born in 1988. And, right now, it's the year 2003. You see, I can travel into time whenever and wherever I want. Welcome to my world...
It all started when I was 15 and I was getting suspicious of my grandpa. I mean, he always goes up to the attic and talks to himself or something. One day, when I was outside, my grandpa suddenly slipped and fell down the stairs. I ran in and tried to save him, but, my legs were too tiny and I couldn't reach. He fell down and hit his head on the side. Blood poured out drenching the carpet. I screamed in horror as people started to come in the open door. Someone called 911 and in a flash, they arrived. Luckily, they said that I could live in here for a while.
When everyone left, I curiously ran to the attic and opened the door. It creaked unimaginably. It was cold and damp, not to mention dark! I felt the switch and turned on the light. There was just a couch, a table filled with jars of.... Potions? And, right smack in the middle, was a big thick double sized closed book. I slowly walked to it to see the title. And in the front was a picture of a circle that was lopsided. "Huh? What could that mean?" And, stupidly, I opened the book to the first page. And as I did, a cold breaking wind picked up and swooshed right past me; and, don't think I'm crazy, I thought that it went inside me. And..... it did. Then, suddenly, a light shone right on my eyes and I remembered darkness.
"Mattilda? Mattilda? Are you o.k?" asked a voice. I slowly regained consciousness and saw my friend Nick standing over me. I was in the living room sprawled on the couch. "Nick? How did I get here?" I asked. "Oh, I... carried you here. You passed out on the attic." He answered. "Oh...how did you get inside?" "The door was open, duh! I came to see if you're all right. And, by guessing that, I guess not." He said, eyeing me. "You're such a worrywart. I'm fine. I must've passed out for not sleeping to much." And although I knew that that wasn't true, I made myself belief it was. And, I fell for it, well, at least till next week...
"God, I hate this class, it's the most boringness class EVER!!!" I whispered to my friend. "I have to agree with you on this one, it's, like, the most infamous class. I mean, the teacher obviously doesn't have a sense of style." Stephanie said, eyeing the teacher. Right now I'm ignoring Stephanie and everyone else and desperately waiting for the bell. And when it rang, I rushed out in a hurry and went to the bathroom to fix my hair. When I was inside, noone else was and I just really really concentrated on going to the beach. And, suddenly, I felt like I was dissolving and the next thing I knew, I was in the stall of a bathroom I never saw before. I went out and saw that I was in the BEACH!! Now, that was the scariest and most exciting moment of my life. And, I was actually enjoying it. And when I REALY REALY thought about going home to my house, I was there. So, I slept and scheduled to think about it tom.
When I awoke the next morning, right in front of me was a person with a fireball in his hand. "It's time, for you to die." He said. And, with all his might, threw the fireball straight at me.
To be continued......
Hi. My name is Matt. That isn't my real name, I just like to be called that. My name is Mattilda Delasva. The year was 1891. And, although my writing might not be that good, you can still read it, right? You have to. O.k, I like to be called Matt because, it's just, my "thing". I'm tomboyish. The president was William McKinley. This year was special because this is when America regained freedom. To tell you this, I'm not from this time, I was just visiting. I'm actually born in 1988. And, right now, it's the year 2003. You see, I can travel into time whenever and wherever I want. Welcome to my world...
It all started when I was 15 and I was getting suspicious of my grandpa. I mean, he always goes up to the attic and talks to himself or something. One day, when I was outside, my grandpa suddenly slipped and fell down the stairs. I ran in and tried to save him, but, my legs were too tiny and I couldn't reach. He fell down and hit his head on the side. Blood poured out drenching the carpet. I screamed in horror as people started to come in the open door. Someone called 911 and in a flash, they arrived. Luckily, they said that I could live in here for a while.
When everyone left, I curiously ran to the attic and opened the door. It creaked unimaginably. It was cold and damp, not to mention dark! I felt the switch and turned on the light. There was just a couch, a table filled with jars of.... Potions? And, right smack in the middle, was a big thick double sized closed book. I slowly walked to it to see the title. And in the front was a picture of a circle that was lopsided. "Huh? What could that mean?" And, stupidly, I opened the book to the first page. And as I did, a cold breaking wind picked up and swooshed right past me; and, don't think I'm crazy, I thought that it went inside me. And..... it did. Then, suddenly, a light shone right on my eyes and I remembered darkness.
"Mattilda? Mattilda? Are you o.k?" asked a voice. I slowly regained consciousness and saw my friend Nick standing over me. I was in the living room sprawled on the couch. "Nick? How did I get here?" I asked. "Oh, I... carried you here. You passed out on the attic." He answered. "Oh...how did you get inside?" "The door was open, duh! I came to see if you're all right. And, by guessing that, I guess not." He said, eyeing me. "You're such a worrywart. I'm fine. I must've passed out for not sleeping to much." And although I knew that that wasn't true, I made myself belief it was. And, I fell for it, well, at least till next week...
"God, I hate this class, it's the most boringness class EVER!!!" I whispered to my friend. "I have to agree with you on this one, it's, like, the most infamous class. I mean, the teacher obviously doesn't have a sense of style." Stephanie said, eyeing the teacher. Right now I'm ignoring Stephanie and everyone else and desperately waiting for the bell. And when it rang, I rushed out in a hurry and went to the bathroom to fix my hair. When I was inside, noone else was and I just really really concentrated on going to the beach. And, suddenly, I felt like I was dissolving and the next thing I knew, I was in the stall of a bathroom I never saw before. I went out and saw that I was in the BEACH!! Now, that was the scariest and most exciting moment of my life. And, I was actually enjoying it. And when I REALY REALY thought about going home to my house, I was there. So, I slept and scheduled to think about it tom.
When I awoke the next morning, right in front of me was a person with a fireball in his hand. "It's time, for you to die." He said. And, with all his might, threw the fireball straight at me.
To be continued......