Time Travel-Part 1

The wind was howling as Tom took a stroll down the eerily silent streets of New York. Tom shivered in his hoodie. Usually, there were always people around him in his busy city, but there wasn't a single person in sight. Probably the cold weather, Tom thought as he continued to walk around his community. Suddenly, just as Tom was about to cross the street, a car’s headlights raced toward him. A long zapping sound echoed through the streets of New York, while Tom disappeared.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a place he had never seen before. Panic filled his mind. What had happened to him? Most of all how could he get back to his house? Walking out of the cluster of bushes he found himself in, he looked at his surroundings. All there was to see was a log cabin, overlooking some sort of valley. I must be really far away from home, he thought as he continued to survey the area.

“Hey!” A voice yelled from behind him. Startled, Tom turned around to see a girl around his age running towards him. When she got close enough to him, she gave Tom a glare that he never seen in his life.

“Who are you? You’re not supposed to be here,” she asked.

“Uh, who are you?” Tom asked back, trying to have the same forceful tone as the girl.

“Stop trying to act tough and tell me who you are.”

“Fine, I’m Tom, from New York. And I don’t know how I got here. I just got hit by a car and now I’m here.” Tom said.

“What’s a car? And New York? Then you must have traveled far,” the girl said. Tom would’ve laughed out loud if it weren't for the girl’s serious and threatening demeanor.

“Do you live in the 18th century?” Tom jokingly said.

“Well of course. What other century would we be in right now? It’s 1776,” the girl replied.

“1776?? This joke has gone too far,” Tom said.

“It’s no joke. Why would I be joking about what time it is? And tell me what a car is,” the girl replied.

“Fine then, an answer for an answer. A car is something that you sit in to move from place to place. What’s your name?” Tom said, still thinking the whole 1776 thing was a joke.

“Annie. And cars do not exist yet.” Annie said. “You’re still not supposed to be here. Dad is about to come home, and when he finds out someone trespassed, he’ll be mad for sure.”

As if on cue, the sound of horses whining appeared and a booming voice shouted, “Annie. I’m home!”

“There’s Dad, you better get out of here,” she whispered to Tom. “Coming, Dad!” She yelled back. Tom, instead of hiding like Annie suggested, followed Annie into the little cabin. What’s the worst he can do? Call the police? Tom thought as he walked into the cabin. Just as he took his first step into the cabin, Annie’s dad cried out. And fainted.