Time tripperA Story by SaraThe professor smiles starkly at me though the glass putting his thumb up, I glare back but nod to show that I was ready. I swallow and glower at him when he turns away. Five grand, free tuition plus living expenses, I should’ve taken that first deal. It was too late now, not after all that has happened. I want to cry, but I won’t not in front of them. No sane person would do this willingly, if I had the choice I would rather fight a rabid bear. I really would. A technician wearing a lab coat pulls a lever half way down and entered a pass code and looks at the professor for direction. I think the Tec guy’s related to the Professor or maybe he's being blackmailed. From what I’ve seen so far from the Dr., I’d bet the second of the two. Either way he never looked me in the eye, and I notice the scar under his chin. I shiver. The professor walks over and enters the initiation code and through his special goggles gives me one final glance over his shoulder and then finally presses enter. The lab is suddenly bathed in blinding white light, but then I realize I'm not in the lab any anymore. I was outside splayed out on the grass. I try to stand but stagger and then trip. Falling over I vomit onto the side of the road. My vision blurs and I fall out of consciousness as the sun begins to set. The bright orange colours burn into my eyes. What felt like only moments later the sound of hooves and gruff sound of men talking wakes me. I fell myself being lifted, roughly off the ground and again I lose all sense of time. I vaguely remember a dark beard, gloved hands and a creaky old wagon. I remember thinking the cuckoo professor was right, the b*****d had realy sent me back in time. © 2013 SaraReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 25, 2012 Last Updated on February 2, 2013 AuthorSaraToronto, CanadaAboutMy name is Sara, all you really need to know about me is that I love a good story. It doesn't matter what shape, length or style. The story is what I live for. I'll read any story, novel or book. .. more..Writing
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