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I didn't know how I had ended up there, but there I was. It appeared to be a local fare. Everywhere I turned were various food and entertainment stalls and groups of kids and teens walking around. What surprised me was that everyone wore vintage, 1950's school uniforms. At least, it looked like a uniform. It could've been their casual clothing, for all I knew.
I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I turned around to see a girl near my age, with dirty blonde hair in a bob and soft brown eyes. She wore a black Alice band, red cardigan and a black skirt. I didn't know who she was, but I ended up grinning, like her presence brought a sense of trust, "Sarah." The name quickly left my tongue; a brief greeting for an old friend. These thoughts kept occurring to me, yet I did not know where it came from. This girl was a stranger – how could we have possibly been friends?
She then grabbed my hand, "Come on, Sammy, we've got work to do." I allowed myself to be pulled off by her, the excitement in my chest quickly over-powering my confused thoughts. I was not Sammy; my name is Acacia. However, I didn't pull the girl named Sarah aside to address my bafflement. I gently tugged on her cardigan, the soft fabric tickling my fingers.
She turned around to face me slowly. Only then did I notice how doll-like her face was. It had a sense of maturity, yet childishness, too, "What's the matter, Sammy?"
I rubbed my arm, "Sarah, what year is it?" I had a dozen more questions, but I decided to stick with ones that wouldn't fully give away that she must've mistaken me for someone else. Because, quite honestly, I didn't want be stripped of her company.
She laughed; a laugh that was light and sounded like music, "Oh, Samantha, you're hilarious. Come along now, you don't want to miss this."
This didn't help with my confusion at all, but I allowed her to continue moving me through the crowd. My heart started racing in anticipation. My mind kept telling me to get the heck out of there, because I clearly didn't belong, but my body was telling me otherwise. Against my mind's will, we reached what seemed like a darkened alley. The discovery was strange, seeing we were at some sort of festival, but I didn't push the question.
Sarah held both my hands in hers. I could practically feel the liveliness radiating off her, "Samantha, you will not believe what I just discovered."
"Does it have something to do with your dimensional theory?" The words came so easily, so effortlessly. Yet I couldn't grasp where the source of it was coming from.
Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushed red, "Yes, yes! I found a loophole."
I tilted my head, "You mean a loophole between dimensions?" Oh, my God. This is insane. Was this whole experience even real? It sure as heck felt real.
"I'm not too sure what it is for, but it is just as the book described it." I nodded. The book; an ancient scripture was given to Sarah by a strange man. She'd spent a year decoding the writing and discovered it was a book about parallel universes and dimensional travelling. "And it's right here, by the carnival."
My heart swelled. I couldn't believe the circumstances. I pulled on the blazer I didn't know I was wearing. "But, if you do go there, you'll come back, right?" I certainly hoped she did. I don't know what I would've done without my best friend whom I secretly had a crush on.