Past, Future, and Present

Fall, 1999
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The blood red sun hid behind the dancing trees. The gathering darkness swallowed the earth with all its light included. The day had ended, but for some it had just begun. The owls starting hooting, the bats started roaming, and the two children continued to laugh with glee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie and Seth were in the yard, opening the packaging to the brand new NFL PWN-2000 football. They opened it together; in unison. Angie ripped, Seth cut, Angie sliced, Seth tugged. The shiny, slippery football slipped loosely out of the used-to-be packaging into Seth’s lap. They smiled their brilliant smiles and began to play. Angie tossed, Seth caught; Seth threw, Angie lunged. “I caught it!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Then out of nowhere, a swirling portal opened up and consumed the two.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ground touched underfoot after about five seconds. Angie’s knees buckled and she crumbled to the floor. People around her and Seth rushed to their aid. The sky grew greyer and darker. Everything was a blur…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Angie awoke, she was on a warm, fuzzy blanket, still clutching the football. Seth was over her as pale as the moon and looked very worried. He looked relieved when she spoke his name, “Seth? What happened?” She already knew the answer, but asked anyways.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth replied, “I don’t know. I asked someone for the date and place. It’s November 22, 1963 and we’re in Dallas, Texas.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie just stared into space with her mouth open. “But,” she said after a few moments, “Isn’t that the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated?” Her voice broke. She turned as she heard trumpets sound and a car rolling slowly passed. Angie’s marine blue eyes widened and fell on the face the President. He looked so happy; not knowing that he was about to become a corpse.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie and Seth yelled and waved frantically. Kennedy finally turned, but only smiled broader and waved back. Angie could feel Seth’s frustration in waves. Then the horrible moment happened. BOOM! Angie heard Seth yelp and say, “Oh my God! Kennedy!” Kennedy slumped on the side of the Silver Carola. Sticky blood slid down the side of his head and the car. The crowds lining the streets screamed in horror and fled the scene. Only few stayed to see if Kennedy was alright. Angie picked up the football and ran with Seth to the President’s side, but the scene changed. They were once again in the multi-colored swirl. The next thing Angie knew, she was standing in front of a small building.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie’s head swiveled around; up, down, right, and left. Seth was on the floor, breathing slowly. His hazel eyes were open, but they was out of focus. Angie looked helplessly around for some help, but it never came. She saw that they were right in front of the Lorraine Motel. A colorful poster about twelve inches wide and long was hung by the red double doors of the motel. It said: “See Martin Luther King Jr.!” She remembered…this was the day…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She grabbed Seth by the arms and dragged him to a nearby wall where she let him rest and lay the football by him. She quietly spoke into his ear, “Seth, please be all right. Calm down, if you can hear me. I’ll be right back!” She hugged him and sprinted into the motel. She ran up the staircase to the sixth floor where Martin was talking to his colleague.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She tried to stay as calm as possible but couldn’t hide it from her trembling voice, “Hello, Martin! Um, please come with me!” Martin looked confused but reluctantly followed. She led him out of the old motel to a nearby store. “Martin, please! Run! You have no idea what will happen to you if you don’t! Please! Run and drive to an airport. Then fly somewhere away from here! You’re in grave danger!” She was pleading now. Her hot, clear tears ran down her pink cheeks onto the black pavement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martin looked so frightened. “How,” he said in a think, deep voice, “could this be?” What will happen? May I ask for your name?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She didn’t have much time to answer, “My name is Angie T. Green. It’s going to happen! Please just do as I-”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Swirling, swirling, and swirling all around her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie was looking over a huge city. The cold, dusty wind blew into her face and sent chills down her spine. She turned, “Seth!” Angie kissed Seth on the cheek and said, “You’re okay!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth’s large, hazel eyes said both, “Why wouldn’t I be?” and “Wha, waa, what the?” Angie was startled by the sound of a plane. VROOOM…! Seth dropped the NFL football. The huge metal bird flew by overhead towards two towers that looked so much alike! Only one was a little lower than the other. The plane flew too close to the towers and crashed into one of them. The rising smoke filled the air and made Angie choke. Seth was coughing with two hands clutching his stomach.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After another silent minute filled with coughing, another plane roared passed towards the two twin towers. Now she knew that the first plane crash wasn’t an accident. Angie cried, “Seth! Why are they doing this?!” Seth just shook his head. Angie felt so helpless, more helpless than the time when, on the Discovery Channel, she watched a bird plummeting to its death one million feet below.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth poked her continuously and harder each time. “Oww! What?” Seth pointed his index finger at the two towers. The two towers were collapsing. The building had shattered into a billion pieces. Death filled the air. The pain and suffering was so overwhelming, that Angie felt it in her own heart; the sorrow and agony. She was sure Seth felt it, too because his determined face softened and he put his hands to his face. Something told her that was September 11 in the future. It might have been the newspaper floating by, or it might have just been the date. 9/11. Then Seth picked up the football.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PLOP. Angie and Seth were once again in the tiny backyard in full darkness. The football lay on its side nearby, but it was never redeemed from the damp grass in the backyard in Brooklyn. The two called the government and asked to talk to the President.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One Year Later...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie and Seth were watching television. George W. Bush and Martin Luther King Jr. were informing everyone, “We have studied the intelligent Aztecs, Mayans, the Chinese, and other Native Americans. We have found records; timelines, in fact. They have all predicted that something dreadful and eerie will happen on this exact day, but next year. It doesn’t say where, but we have a pretty good idea thanks to Angie T. Green and Seth Mike. They went into the future and saw the whole incident. On September 10, everyone will evacuate out of the two twin towers and the streets below and near to prevent casualties.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martin said, “They had went to the past and warned me. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be standing here today, seeing my dream become a reality. Thanks so much-”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
September 11, 2001
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“At 8:46 A.M., the first plane crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center. Then at 9:02 A.M., the second plane collided with the south tower. The two towers collapsed to the streets below, and stayed there, exactly as Seth and I had seen. But we weren’t able to see the Pentagon form that hill. A third plane flew into the Pentagon at 9:37 A.M. in Washington, D.C. Many, many lives were lost.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"R.I.P. All who had died bravely on 9/11."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Seth and I had saved thousands of lives by informing the public, but we couldn’t save the other thousand. We were declared one of the greatest heroes in American history on January 1, 2002. The football was placed in a museum in New York City, so it could be admired. Everything went back to normal after that. Until the past was changed again when the football was stolen.”
-Our Travels of the Past and Future, by Angie T. Green

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ＴＨＥ　ＥＮＤ

Editor's Note: I tried to write in historical fiction, but as you can see, it didn't turn out too great. But my language arts teacher, Mrs. Passoth, thought so. She said I should write stories and sequals to the t.v. show Heros