Chapter 1

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This is the story of my life. And how I got to where I am now.


One very average day, I was fangirling over Queen. This morning I felt a little sick, but I had to go to school. So, I figured if it gets worse I'll just go to the nurse. On my way to school people were being idiots. That's not a big shocker though. Most the time they are along with everyone saying "This is 2017 you can't say that every year is the same." At least... I think that's what they're saying.  I wish that I could go back in time and live with Queen. Living the dream, but alas I can't.


*A couple hours later*                                                                                                                                                            I had gone to the nurse and got sent home. "Yay me!", I thought. Well, since I'm 18 I can check myself out of school.  I got in my car and decided to listen to Queen.  On the way home I felt a little bit more nauseous, so once I got home I layed down in my bed and took a nap.


I don't know what time it started, but I started to have this dream.... It started off a little weird. It started with waking up in my bed. I got up thinking that everything was going to be the same, but when I looked around I noticed this is not my house. Well, it is. It's just not the same. The wallpaper had this paper look to it and it had flowers on it. There was a jewelry box on the dresser with a bunch of weird looking make up stuff. I got up and looked around. The bed was pink and fluffy. I cringed at the color and made a disgusted face. "Geez, I hate the color pink," I thought to myself. I looked around a little longer before walking out of "my" room. As I looked at the rest of the house something caused me to stop. A woman with shoulder length, straight bands, and blonde hair. She has blue eyes and a narrow jaw. I almost recognized her immediately, Mary Austin. She screamed and threatened to call the police on me. So I took the liberty to show myself out.

I looked around and I knew that I was not in 2017 anymore. Everyone was giving me weird looks because of how I was dressed. It looked like it was about 1969. There was a tall building,  It was an off white color that looked kinda familiar. There were some windows, but they were rusty with a silver frame. The building was under construction obviously. There was a sign that said " England's Finest Hotels. Coming 1970" 

I decided that it was time for me to get new clothes. So I had about $50 on me. That should get me a long way, I hope. I walked around and found this shop, it looked groovy. So I walked in and saw a Ramones shirt. It was black and white with the logo on it, "Yay" I thought. So I got that and a pair of dark blue jean bell bottoms. I figured that the brown boots that I had on was good enough.  I got the outfit with a lot of money left over. After I bought the outfit I changed and put my clothes into the bag that I got. I left the brown building and decided to take a walk. 

While on my walk I thought "I must still be dreaming. I wonder if this is real?" So I pinched myself and quickly realized that I was not dreaming. I started to freak out and of course all of a sudden I saw white flakes. "Oh poop, it is snowing" I said.  I continued walking looking for a place to stay. When I found an old abandoned factory type building, I decided to stay there.  When I put my stuff down I saw an envelope with my name on it. It looked aged as if it has been on my person for a while. I decided that I should open the mysterious envelope. It said 

                 Abbey,

      You have been brought here to save one of your idols. You will meet this person soon. If you            do not save him then you shall face the consequences.    

"Well that was creepy" I thought.  So I looked around and saw some sticks and thought "I don't want to freeze might as well start a fire". When I started it a newspaper flew into where I was staying. Tomorrow was January 1st, "Queen should be getting famous soon"I  thought.  All of the stress about that really made me tired. After that I just fell right on asleep.




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