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Abigail rested her head in her hand and yawned. The teacher's voice droned like a bunch of bees, blabbering repetitively about the Civil War... She shut her eyes. I'll just rest for a second... She told herself, and drifted off as the teacher began a lecture on Abraham Lincoln.
A few minutes later, Abigail awoke with a start, worried that the instructor had caught her dozing. She blinked against the sunlight. Wait...something was strange. Instead of the smooth plastic of her seat she felt green grass tickling the exposed legs beneath her shorts. Reaching up, she felt rough wood... a tree? How did she get outside? She noticed for the first time, voices! Men's, yelling and chanting, and growing steadliy louder.
She jumped up and hid behind the tree, hoping to discover a clue about her location. Her nails dug into the bark and her breath came in quick, nervous breaths.
A group of men walked by. They were wearing odd clothing, like Abigail had never seen before, at least not in person. They seemed familier, somehow. Dark blue coats with golden buttons and a leather belt... They walked briskly, in even, syncronyzed marching, a musket over each one of their shoulders.
Abigail realized with a gasp where she had seen their clothes before. Fumbling, she grabbed her history textbook out of her knapsack, which, she realized, she had been wearing when she fell asleep. She flipped to the page she was supposed to have read for homework... And there. A diagram, matching exactly the men's outfits—
The Union Army uniform.
Hi guys! This is a single-author story, not a RP. If you want to be in it, post your request along with your gender and a brief outline of your personality. The genre is historical fantasy. Above is a kind of introduction\beginning. Thanks!
*First Inkwell Post*
—Abigail 
submitted by Abigail S., age 11, Nose in a Book
(September 9, 2015 - 11:10 am)
(September 9, 2015 - 11:10 am)
Love it!
(October 3, 2015 - 5:18 pm)
Even the tiny amount of moonlight in the sky reflected off its surface. The shiny, silvery sheen of the huge metallic... thing stunned the girls into silence.
"What is it?" Brookeria squeaked.
Abigail recognized it. She had seen pictures in her time. The only imaginable thing it could be was—
"It's a time machine." A voice spoke. A girl stepped out from the shadows, her eyes glinting.
"A... what?" Katydid asked.
"A time machine." The girl said slowly, as if they were incredibly stupid. "You can go in it and travel backward or forward in time. It does... glitch, though. The other day it sent out a transporting ray beam. We don't know what it hit, but I went here to try to find what got... uh, zapped."
"You're crazy!" St. Owl burst out. "You're lying to us!"
Abigail shook her head. "She's not." Every head turned to look at her.
"I-I- Think I got zapped. From, um, 2015."
Katydid stared at her. "Abigail, this isn't funny. I know this girl is insane. You shouldn't make fun of her."
"I'm not!" Abigail cried.
The other girl smiled eerily. "Oh, I'm not insane. Neither is your friend here. I'm Shadow, by the way. And you've already met Joan?"
Another girl strode out from the bushes.
"You!" Katydid snarled. Danie kicked her in the shins. "Ow!" she muttered, but stopped yelling.
"Yes, I remember you." Joan mused, touching her sword. "I was pretty sure you'd come back. You looked rather foolhardy."
"Anyway," Joan continued, "I'm Joan of Arc of the fifteenth century. Our friend Shadow Dragon here, who is from 3016, by the way, is the owner of TARDIS No. 2. I'm just part of her crew."
"I'm finding this incredibly hard to believe." Booksy and Brookeria said at the same time.
"I mean," Booksy continued, "Traveling through time and space is physically impossible."
"No it's not." Shadow countered with an eye roll. "Obviously, I have done it. And Joan, and Abigail here."
"Tell us the truth." Danie said. "Are you REALLY from the future?"
Abigail nodded.
"Well, that would actually explain a lot..." Katydid mused. "You did seem a little odd."
"You really believe this nutty lot?" St. Owl snorted. "I don't get it, Katy!"
"Still are doubtful?" Joan raised her eyebrows. "Well, you'll see we're right. You will."
(October 3, 2015 - 5:43 pm)
Love it! Thanks Abigail!
(October 4, 2015 - 1:12 am)
Keep writeing! The story's great!
(October 4, 2015 - 9:40 am)
TOP TOP TOP!!!!!! Please keep going Abigail! I love this story, I don't want it to die!! Please, please, please keep going!
(October 20, 2015 - 6:44 pm)