"Holy—Lea Hewis? From Chester High School?" Bono said at the same time as I burst out, "Bono Majent? From the year 2005?"

"Holy hell, it is you!" we both said at the same time.

"How the hell did you end up here?" he asked me.

"I don't know. I was dreaming a weird dream…and then I woke up to a blonde girl telling me to get up and go get breakfast! And she thinks I'm crazy, because I don't know the customs and stuff. I never pay attention in history class," I answered honestly. A voice said to me, Is this Lea? Lea Hewis? The girl who claimed that she could never talk to guys she liked? Even cute guys? And now she's stuck in the past with Bono, her crush-to-end-all-crushes? In 1895? Pinch me, I'm in heaven. Or Hell. I mean, 1895!

"Damn, that makes two of us. For the not-paying-attention-in-history-class thing," he said, shaking his head. "I pay attention to US History, but not World History." He made a face."Of course, it's lucky that both of us are here, right? Maybe we have a better chance of getting home now."

"Yeah," I sighed wistfully. "Home..."

We both looked silently out at the lake. A thought occurred to me. "Where are you living, anyway? Is there, like, a guy's school around here?"

He shook his head. "I'm living out in the woods with some gypsies," he told me. "Wish I spoke the language," he added with a wry smile.

"If it's Hindi, I can help you. If it's French, then you're asking the wrong girl." I told him about what had happened with the French class that morning.

He looked surprised. "I can help you with French."

"Really? Are you—thank you so so much. That would be a huge help." I realized that I was gushing, but I couldn't help myself. How am I actually talking to the guy I like? And how are we both here? I shook my head. Not questions to be asked now.

I heard a voice call out, "LIBERTY! WHERE ARE YOU?"

I sighed. "They're calling me. Apparently, my name here is Liberty Bell." Bono cracked up. "What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Have you ever paid attention in history?"

"No. Why?"

He laughed some more. "Because then you'd know that the Liberty Bell is something in American history."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course my name would have to be something corny like that."

"LIBERTY!" The voice was getting closer now.

"I'd—I'd better go," said Bono uncomfortably.

"Why? You're my friend." As soon as I said the words I regretted them, feeling my face turn red.

"Well...if we get caught out here, you'll be shunned from society. Just because you were hanging out with me, the bad gypsy."

"I don't understand. Why the hell—"

"Neither do I, Lea. It almost happened to some guy named Ithal. Go. I'll see you later. I hope."

"Yeah, me too," I said as I ran off in the direction of the voice.

"There you are," said Gemma upon spotting me.

"Yeah, I was...exploring the pond." What a stupid excuse.

She raised her eyebrows. "Uh-huh."

"It's the truth!"

"I never said that it wasn't."

I sighed. "So, where are we off to now?"

"Dinner, then prayers, then free time until ten. Then we go to bed."

"Prayers? I—" I was just about to say I don't believe in God, but then I remembered that this era had all sorts of insane rules and customs.

"You what?"

"Nothing, nothing." I closed my eyes and sighed. "I'm just not used to this." And you have no idea how true that is.

"I know how it is."

This surprised me. "You do?"

"Yeah. I was new here in August."

"Oh."

"And Fee—Felicity—is nice. You just have to give her time."

"She thinks I'm insane."

"She's just mad because—" Gemma cut herself off and got a far-off look in her eyes.

"Because what?"

"Because...nothing, it's nothing."

"It's something. Look, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'd like to know."

"If Felicity wants you to know, then you will know."

Prayers was so damn boring. I almost fell asleep, seriously.

Free time was a little better, but barely. I rooted through my/Liberty's trunk for a journal, a letter, a book—something that could give me a hint as to who Liberty Bell was.

I finally found a book that was titled "My Events" and brought it down to the room where we would be having "free time."

4 September 1895
My mother bought me (Liberty Anne Bell) (but not Libby, seeing as I'm not allowed to be called Libby anymore) this thing to use as a calendar for social events for my 16th birthday last month. She thinks that I should be able to keep track of things now that I'm 16 and almost a grown woman. Yeah, right. If I'm so grown, then why am I currently living in India? Nothing happens here. At least stuff happened in America. At least people spoke the language. And at least there were guys that were marriable...

18 September 1895
I can not believe this.
My parents died last night.
They were killed by a fire in one of the stalls at the market. All it took was a spark.
I'm going to go live in England. "Be careful what you wish for," my Aunt June used to tell me, but I never listened. I wished to get out of India, but I didn't want it to go this way.
I'm going to go live with my brother and his wife. They live just outside London. And I'll probably be sent to boarding school, just so that I'm 'out of the way."
I still can't believe it.

3 October 1895
I leave on a boat tomorrow for England. The journey should take a couple of weeks, and then I'm probably going to go to School. I wonder where I'll be attending...

6 November 1895
I just got here, to the school. It's called Spence Academy. And apparently, the girl whose spot I'm taking died last month. I accidentally overheard Samuel (my brother) telling Mary (his wife) that last night. The girls will hate me, probably because I'll be a constant reminder of whoever died.
Why are there such things as death in this world? Why can't everything be like the Dreamworld? I wish things could be different.

I put down the book. There were no entries after that, because today was the 7th. Wow, I thought. To go through all that...now I know why Felicity hates me so much. Damn.

I sat there, analyzing it and trying to figure more out about the history of Liberty Anne Bell.

I hadn't figured out much more by the time we were all sent to bed. The part that confused me the most was "the Dreamworld." What was the Dreamworld, and what did she mean by "Why can't everything be like the Dreamworld?"

I fell asleep still pondering that question, Bono, why Bono was here too, why I was here, where here was, what the point of corsets was, Bono, Liberty Anne Bell, "the Dreamworld," the stupid customs of this time, Bono, sleep...

But even in my sleep, I couldn't figure things out.

And there's chapter three! Hope you like it! Thanks for reading, and constructive critisism wanted if you can spare a moment!

Does anyone know when the next book is coming out, by the way?

And thank you to all of my lovely reviewers! I really didn't expect to get that many! Thanks, really! (Really!) (Really really!) (Really really really!) (Okay, this is getting dumb now...anyways...)