I wrenched my brush through my hair, muttering about my crazy uncle's new invention. "What stupid hair-comber?!" I muttered, stuffing my mobile into my shoulder-bag and slinging the bag over my chest. My Uncle Albert was always inventing new things and they were crazy. Today we were going to have Sunday lunch with him.
At the metal table, I was getting stuffed with salad. My Uncle Alert's (let's just miss out the 'b' in Albert alright?) feeding invention was stuffing me without stopping. I banged my fist on the off button and pushed the machine away. "I'm full. Going to go explore!" I exclaimed, trying to sound upbeat. I slipped upstairs and wailed regrettably about agreeing to Sunday lunch. That was when I saw it...
There were some bricks that were pushed out of an open wall! Of course, being the most curious person on earth, I crept in. Under a dusty, purple cloth, was a time-travelling machine! Running my fingers over the detailed patterns, I gasped. My hand pressed the 'ON' button uncontrollably and sped it's way across the years. I was so curious about why my dad left my me to my mum that I pressed year 1999, the year before I was born. I shuffled into the space and...
Shouting and slamming filled the dull, smelly flat and a lady with red eyes walked in. I hesitated, not knowing whether she could see me or not. She walked right past me and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yes, it's Mrs Javina. ......Uh huh, so I have to check my baby today? Do I want to tell my husband? No no, it's fine. Thanks, bye.". I screamed with shock, my dad upset my mum so much and didn't notice her tummy? I stormed out the flat, half expecting her to follow and ask what I thought I was doing but I half didn't. I tucked myself into a burger that I nicked from McDonalds and thought how much I disliked my dad. Then, I realised how tiring time-travelling had been and fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up to the sound of a sorrowful voice, almost begging and pleading; suddenly, I recognised it as my mum's voice! I stared at her puffy eyes and runny mascara and I felt a pang of guilt for the times I shouted at her. "Stop! She has a baby! She has me! Stop shouting!" I shouted, desperate to be heard, I wanted to help her get over it. Then, I realised I could! I ran all the way to my Uncle's house and knocked on the glass door. No one came. I sneaked into the open window and saw a handsome young man fiddling with the time machine. I pressed 'ON' and pressed 2013, glad my Uncle had already made that year. As soon as I stepped in, I obviously became visible since my Uncle stared at me then shouted something. Too late because I was beginning to feel my energy being drawn out of me again...
I was standing outside the room again and the wall was still open. It felt like I had been there for ages! I shut the wall and hurried downstairs, worried they'd have called the police but everything was the way it was when I went upstairs. They were chatting about architecture and I felt my head spin when I heard the word 'area' and 'perimeter'. I kept my balance and asked my mum if we could go home. She sighed, finished a mouthful, then waved goodbye to Uncle Alert. Silent, she ushered me into the car.
On the way home, I mentioned my dad. She started crying but we managed it safely back home. I kept talking to her about him and eventually, she spilt it out. She phoned a counsellor and she said she felt better after telling it to someone. Since then, I never miss out the 'b' from Albert; I always help my mum and go along with her plans; I study harder and get A+ to fill my mum with pride. It was the work of that machine. Where should I go next time?...
