Before you start reading this book of mine....I just want to say that I wrote this when I was ten or eleven, and didn't bother to edit it at all, so...
you will probably find that it is lacking in grammatical skills, and the plot often jumps around in a very unrealistic way (for example, the 3 main characters meet each other and promptly gain each other's friendship and trust without getting to know each other at all).
Chapter 1: The Time Machine (Part of the Time Traveler's Narrative)
It was complete. There it was in front of me, a fully-functioning (or so I hoped) time-machine that could take me to places unknown.
Now I had to prepare. Where would I go? Into the future, into the past, into another dimension... where? It didn't really matter, I told myself. Just so long as I went somewhere.
I took a pack down from a shelf, and filled it with two extra changes of clothing, and then whatever space was left was packed with food. Who knew where the machine would take me? I had to be ready for anything.
In the outer pockets I put two water bottles, a pack of mint chewing gum (yes, I know, it's strange, but I chew on gum when I'm nervous, it calms me), and then a tiny little metal case with tools inside it, including two small flashlights, screwdrivers, a small wrench, a mini-hammer, and spare nails and screws. I then slipped a small notebook and two pencils into the pack as well.
The pack was now quite full, everything I had crammed in as best as I could.
I managed to stuff a small blanket into the compartment in the back of the machine, and closed the compartment securely.
The machine was mostly a shiny, smooth black metal, with silver iron bindings. There were two black leather seats, and in front of one of them was the control panel. There was one main lever, made of smooth, white marble. There were a few smaller switches and buttons, and small screen with rolling numbers that would activate as soon as the machine was turned on.
To turn on the machine there was a silver key, which I kept clipped to my belt at all times.
I pulled on a sweater, not knowing what the temperature would be in this other world. I put another pack of mint chewing gum in my back pocket, and two boxes of matches in my other back pocket.
Okay. Now I was ready (I hoped). I climbed into the control seat, and strapped myself in. I put the key into the machine, and engine started. Lights blinked, and I pushed a flashing blue button. A glass cover slid over the machine from the back, enclosing me in a little "bubble".
There was a little keypad, and I typed a few numerals into it, which, for reasons of my own, I am keeping from my readers. I wrote these numbers down in my little notebook, returned it to my pack, and pulled the white lever.
I couldn't see anything. There weren't any real colors, just nothing. And I'm sure my eyes were closed. I couldn't open them, so I'm not sure if there was color. I couldn't think, so I suppose everything was black, since black stands for "nothing" but if you asked me, I wouldn't know. Why, I could've broken my leg during that, by banging and twisting it against the sides, but I wouldn't remember. It is really quite fascinating to me. How is it possible that I went through such-such a complicated thing, so amazing and wonderful, and-yet- I can't remember anything about it?
Anyway, I know that for sure, suddenly-at the end- there was a blinding flash of colors and-I was here.
Now don't ask me where "here" is, because I honestly don't know. I've just landed here after all. It took me a couple minutes to recover my eyesight, everything was white, then it darkened, and darkened, and then it got too dark, and then it started lightening again...it was all very confusing...I still can't see...my surroundings...can only see... the machine...cursed machine...I'm getting rather sleepy now...it must have been...the trip...going...through... time...and...space...