“Can’t Turn Back Time”
Yvonne
Seven days ago, my family was planning to move. But now, seven days in the future, we’re not. I don’t get it. And now at school, nobody will talk to me. I don’t get it. All I know is that seven days ago, the cutest little puppy walked through the door. He leaped up onto the couch, lay down, and started rolling all over the couch. I had just got home from school, and I was the only one home. That meant I still had a chance to get the puppy out of the house before anyone else found out. But first I really had to go to the bathroom.
When I got back, the dog was gone. He wasn’t on the couch. Not in the kitchen. Not in the basement, and not in the toilet. Where did he go? Then, I remembered. Dogs can climb stairs, too. Oh no. The dog must be upstairs! I bolted up the stairs and started frantically checking the rooms. The dog was so little! How could I ever find a puppy the size of two tennis balls in my gigantic house?! Finally, I was down to one more room…my room. Then, sitting there, looking straight at me was him. The white dog’s, brilliant blue eyes seemed to say, “Let’s go.” Then, he winked, and just like that, we’re seven days in the future.
Traveling through time makes you really hungry. At first I didn’t know I was in the future, but I did know I was really hungry. I went to the fridge and saw that the calendar had been marked that it was next week.
“It must be a prank from Tommy,” I thought out loud.
“What about me?” Tommy asked.
“Oh, hi, Tommy! I was saying—Wait. Aren’t you supposed to be at soccer practice?”
“No, of course not. My soccer season ended last week. But anyway, you should hurry up, or you’ll be late for school.”
“Yeah, Emily,” Mom said, just as she appeared at the door. “The clock is ticking.”
“Wha? But?” I stammered. “I just got home? The puppy? Wha?”
“Go, Emily!” yelled Mom as she shoved me out the door. I had no choice but to go to school and figure out whether this was all a big prank, or I actually time traveled.
Now, at school, my best friend Carly called to me. “Hey, Emily! What are you doing here? You’ve been gone for the past week and told everyone that you moved to Colorado.”
Even thought I wasn’t 20 minutes early (like usual), I was still five minutes early. That was enough time to tell the class about my crazy encounter with the dog. Carly had an embarrassed look on her face. “What?” I asked. “What’s wrong, Carly?”
Carly pulled me outside the room and into the hallway. “Sorry, Emily. It’s just that everyone kind of thought you were a liar because you said you were moving from New York all the way to Colorado for your dad’s work. And now you just confirmed that you’re a liar. And you didn’t help yourself at all with that fake time traveling dog story. I was always your friend because I knew I could trust you and thought I knew you’d never tell a lie. But now I don’t know if I can trust you. I’m sorry, but until you stop all this lying, I don’t want to talk to you.”
I just don’t think sorry makes up for anything she just said. Now, not only is Carly not talking to me, the whole school won’t talk to me.
So now I’m stuck at school, getting dirty looks, and being that one lonely girls who sits by herself at lunch. Now, the only thing I can do is think how I can convince Carly that I’m not lying and just sit here and wish I could turn back time. But that’s impossible. You can’t turn back time.