Tonight was the wackiest adventure of my entire life.
It started with Luke innocently asking me if I would accompany him on his trip to bring Christie back to Hull. I said yes.
I should have said no.
We started our drive around 7:00 PM March 8th, 2009.
I mention the year because the trip we were about to take was through time.
We traveled along Route 59 for about 20 minutes. I had never heard of a Route 59 around these parts before, so I asked Luke where we were exactly; he stayed quiet. I began to get nervous. A thick blackness blanketed the sky. There were no streetlights, no stars-- no moon. There were no other cars on this route. It was one way. There were no trees in sight. A dense fog rolled in. It was impossible to see anything even an inch in front of my face. I started shouting to Luke that he should slow down. "Slow down," I shouted, "We'll crash! Luke!" I screamed until I was hoarse, but could not hear my own voice. The fog had seeped into the car. I could not see my own hands. I felt reality slipping away from me. I don't know if I passed out because I was terrified, or if I had drowned in the dense fog.
I woke up after what seemed like five minutes. The clock said it was 8:30. I had lost an hour and a half. Luke and Christie stood above me when everything came back into focus. Christie was laughing loudly. Luke slapped me in the face. "Get up, "He said, "We're here." Luke told me we were in Hull. Behind us was a giant fence. Ahead of us was a lush, green wonderland. The sun was shining. This was my first sign.
Looming above the town were a giant pair of glasses. They made a complete 360 every couple of seconds, as if they were scanning the town.
Christie grabbed my arm. "You hungry?"
"I-I guess so?" My voice was hoarse. I assumed it was from the screaming earlier. They took me to a local restaurant. It was called Starz. They told me it was a diner. We sat in a booth. It was a strangely themed diner. The theme seemed to be cheetah cubs? The waitress, who wore a familiar pair of glasses brought us our menus. "My name is Leena. Boh-God." My eyes bulged. Did our waitress just say boh-god? Luke and Christie both responded with a casual "Boh-God."
"I'll be your waitress tonight, so uh...if you uhhh, need me or anything-- I'll be here." She sauntered away, and sat on stool staring at us. Her eyes made me uneasy. I looked down at the menu. The options were limitted: Ellios, Chicken Nuggest and French Fries and Cheese Raviollis. I looked up at Luke and he said nothing.
We ate in silence.
We left for our first landmark: Luke's house.
What stood before us was not a house. What stood before us was a monument. A monument of a tall, slender man with an eye-patch. His face was familiar to me, yet somehow distant. I looked to Luke and looked back at the statue. He nudged me forward. I took a few steps toward the monument. I saw in the man's hand an enormous staff. Nestled in the staff's head was a massive dark crystal, pulsing with energy. I took a few more steps and read the inscription written on the monument's base:
"Speak softly and carry a big stick."
It was then I realized I was no longer in my own time.
My nose began to bleed, and my headed pounded. The last thing I heard was Christie laughing loudly.
I woke up again in Luke's car. We were on Route 3 North. We were in Boston. It was 10:30. He turned to me and smiled. We drove in silence.
It started with Luke innocently asking me if I would accompany him on his trip to bring Christie back to Hull. I said yes.
I should have said no.
We started our drive around 7:00 PM March 8th, 2009.
I mention the year because the trip we were about to take was through time.
We traveled along Route 59 for about 20 minutes. I had never heard of a Route 59 around these parts before, so I asked Luke where we were exactly; he stayed quiet. I began to get nervous. A thick blackness blanketed the sky. There were no streetlights, no stars-- no moon. There were no other cars on this route. It was one way. There were no trees in sight. A dense fog rolled in. It was impossible to see anything even an inch in front of my face. I started shouting to Luke that he should slow down. "Slow down," I shouted, "We'll crash! Luke!" I screamed until I was hoarse, but could not hear my own voice. The fog had seeped into the car. I could not see my own hands. I felt reality slipping away from me. I don't know if I passed out because I was terrified, or if I had drowned in the dense fog.
I woke up after what seemed like five minutes. The clock said it was 8:30. I had lost an hour and a half. Luke and Christie stood above me when everything came back into focus. Christie was laughing loudly. Luke slapped me in the face. "Get up, "He said, "We're here." Luke told me we were in Hull. Behind us was a giant fence. Ahead of us was a lush, green wonderland. The sun was shining. This was my first sign.
Looming above the town were a giant pair of glasses. They made a complete 360 every couple of seconds, as if they were scanning the town.
Christie grabbed my arm. "You hungry?"
"I-I guess so?" My voice was hoarse. I assumed it was from the screaming earlier. They took me to a local restaurant. It was called Starz. They told me it was a diner. We sat in a booth. It was a strangely themed diner. The theme seemed to be cheetah cubs? The waitress, who wore a familiar pair of glasses brought us our menus. "My name is Leena. Boh-God." My eyes bulged. Did our waitress just say boh-god? Luke and Christie both responded with a casual "Boh-God."
"I'll be your waitress tonight, so uh...if you uhhh, need me or anything-- I'll be here." She sauntered away, and sat on stool staring at us. Her eyes made me uneasy. I looked down at the menu. The options were limitted: Ellios, Chicken Nuggest and French Fries and Cheese Raviollis. I looked up at Luke and he said nothing.
We ate in silence.
We left for our first landmark: Luke's house.
What stood before us was not a house. What stood before us was a monument. A monument of a tall, slender man with an eye-patch. His face was familiar to me, yet somehow distant. I looked to Luke and looked back at the statue. He nudged me forward. I took a few steps toward the monument. I saw in the man's hand an enormous staff. Nestled in the staff's head was a massive dark crystal, pulsing with energy. I took a few more steps and read the inscription written on the monument's base:
"Speak softly and carry a big stick."
It was then I realized I was no longer in my own time.
My nose began to bleed, and my headed pounded. The last thing I heard was Christie laughing loudly.
I woke up again in Luke's car. We were on Route 3 North. We were in Boston. It was 10:30. He turned to me and smiled. We drove in silence.
hmmmm.
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