Back Through Time

The ground gave a tremendous jolt, as if a giant had seized the earth and shaken it, as a child shakes a gift to see what it might contain. A high, infuriating whine started, quietly at first, and then louder, louder, until I thought my eardrums would burst. What was happening? Was the only thought in my head. Everything was black, as black as pitch. I was lying face down on the grass where my friends and I had been skipping. My skipping rope should have been lying underneath me, but I couldn’t feel it. The air was constantly thinning, but try as I might I couldn’t come up with a rational solution, only crazies. Like: the skipping rope wrapped itself around my neck somehow. Or: Mrs Andrews got peeved at me before recess, and now she’s strangling me. I paid no attention to any of them. I opened my eyes and found that it had all been my imagination, and I was lying where I had fallen, with my friends, Ellen and Lulu, standing over me anxiously.
“You all right, Amy?” asked Lulu. I could only groan in response. Then suddenly, miraculously, my head was perfectly clear again. I stood up and looked around. The school building were differently placed, and fewer. Then, without warning, Ellen screamed.
“What?”
“s-someone just walked through me!” she gasped. I shuddered. Suddenly something behind her caught my eye. A large calendar was hanging on a classroom wall. According to it, the year was Nineteen-hundred. Then I remembered the skipping rhyme we had been singing before. It was a song about Travelling back through time. I got up to one hundred and fifty years back before I tripped. That was the school record. So that meant that we had travelled back in time one hundred and fifty years. I mentioned this to my friends.
“so all we should need to do is say the rhyme again, except this time, say forwards instead of backwards!” exclaimed Lulu, always the brainy one of us all.
“Yeah!” We said together.

I’ll probably never remember how I managed it, but somehow I tripped halfway between one hundred and forty and one hundred and fifty, and fell five year short. Worse still, I broke the rope, and we didn’t get skipping ropes at our school until five years later.

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