Lisa, a pioneer girl, was sitting in the old barn, feeling mad. Her mother was calling her, since she had forgotten to ring the dinner bell. She was mad because her older sister had gotten out of going to church. She was mad because she never got any attention. She wished she could live like a free person, and not have to wear frilly dresses and be prim-and-proper until she found a rich farmer to marry and have 7 children and be ordinary. She wanted to become a speaker or doctor, though that was a man’s job. She didn’t want to sit around cooking cornbread all day! Lisa wanted to write a book, but never had the time. There was never any time.
There never was. Lisa was just plain bored. She was only 10, but wanted to do something right away. “Lisa, where are you!” Her mother screamed.
Finally, Lisa decided she had had enough. She was not going down again to eat the same old salt pork and the same old corn. She was tired. If only God could somehow hear her, and replace her withsome snotty girl who could do all the things she wanted and deserved a break. But she was done, and no one could change her mind. Quietly, Lisa grabbed Maple, a young gray horse with a scrawny white mane. Then she took off the church dress she was wearing to use as a saddle, and stayed in her scratchy petticoats. Pulling herself onto the white frills, she kicked the horse and took off across the field. “Yee Ho!” cried Lisa as she rode wildly across the green plains. “What is going on?” Lisa’s mother, Mrs .White looked out the window. “She’s running away!” “On a Sunday of all things!” She called through the house. Lisa’s dad, Dr. Burns, was at work, and her 2 sisters out late for hay picking, so there was almost no point in shouting unless her mother wanted Lisa to hear. Oh Dear. Thought Lisa. Her horse was now running in wild loopityloops, and she kept kicking it, thinking that would slow it down, but really just made it speed up. Finally she found how to turn Maple and was heading head-first towards the hay-picking grounds. The air swishing past her face, Lisa sped through, passing her sisters, both heads bent. Lisa had been excited before, but now that everything had seemed to fade into long grassy plains, she was not so thrilled. The horse had also slowed to a steady trot, and Lisa was so tired that she rested her head on his mane and, lulled by the thumping of hooves, fell half-asleep. She couldn’t fall fully asleep because she was worried. She had the urge to turn around, but knew that it would just leave as desolate as she was now; alone and by herself in everything she did. But then, who knew what could happen to her? There could be tornadoes, thunderstorms of any sort. At home, at least she knew she was safer from these things. And yet, as she thought about this, she knew also that she had had what she needed to know what it was like to be who she was. It was time for her to move on. And that was what she was trying to do, and for her situation, it was the best she could do.
Chapter 2. The car.
Lisa woke up 4 hours later. Her horse had stopped of his own accord, and as she looked around, she found herself next to a vibrantly colored carriage with the sign ;
Gypsy Potions of America!
She decided to go in at once. After all, she felt like she hadn’t seen any human life for years! Besides 2 rabbits and some flies and other insects, no company had bothered to show itself. patting her horse and making sure he stayed munching grass, Lisa approached the carriage.
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She soon found a creaky little door, and cautiously opened it, revealing a small room with many bottles holding differently colored liquids. amidst the clutter sat a native american boy of about Lisa’s age. He was asleep on a tiny mat. “Hello?” Lisa walked up to the boy. he didn’t seem to hear her because all he did was roll to the side. Lisa frowned and went to look at some of the strange potions in bottles on the moth-eaten table. As she examined each one in turn, she found one that looked very interesting. It was the only one with a label. The label read: Future drink. Inside held a thick blue substance. “Ewe!” Lisa exclaimed. This seemed to wake him because The boy sat up, using his arm for support and rubbed his eyes. “What?” he turned to Lisa and immediately umped up. “Put that down!” he cried witha thick accent, making Lisa quickly do what he said. “Who are you?” “Why are you trespassing?” he glared at her. “No…um..” Lisa faltered. ‘Well?” He walked towards the potions. “Could I buy this potion?” Lisa pointed to the deep blue bottle with the label. “That?” “Take it.” “None of these things even work.” “I just found the carriage and used it for shelter.” “Did you try?” “Try?” “There’s no use in trying anymore.” “When ever I try nothing happens. “I Guess I was just born unlucky.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” Lisa said. “But may I try anyway?” “Be my guest.” the boy shrugged. “But don’t blame me if nothing happens.” “What happens if it works?” Lisa asked. “You and whatever shelter and things in it with you get swept into the future.” he answered. “OK.” Lisa nervously picked up the bottle. “1,2,3.” she said to herself. Then,she drank the whole thing.
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“Oh Dear.” Lisa tumbled to the side as the ground began to shake. The boy also seemed to be very shaken. “What?” he
cried as the caravan seemed to move,the place surrounding them going by in a blur. “Oh dear!” Lisa clasped her hands with pleasure as she was thrown to the side. “It worked!” She smiled. “It’s probably a tornado.” The boy surmised pessimistically. “Then how come I can still see outside?” Lisa pointed to the open door,where bothof them gasped. The caravan had stopped, and they were in a busy street. Strange differently colored metal things passed. Inside them were women and girls wearing tiny petticoats, with no dresses on! “Her ankles are showing!” Lisa pointed to a lady wearing shorts. The men were also very strangely dressed. Then, Lisa looked down at what she was wearing. Something was wrong. “I look like them!” first surprise,then embarrassment and the relief crossed her face. The boy also noticed his clothing. “So, um…what is your name?”Lisa asked. “It’s Catahecassa, but you can call me cat.” “What about you?” he asked. “Lisa.” Lisa answered. ” I guess this is the future.” Lisa made a face. “I think it’s better.”Cat commented. “You see those people over there?” “They’re part Indian.” And they’re not fighting.” he stated, watching them walk with two caucasian men in trousers and cotton shirts. “Yes, it is better.” Lisa sighed and sat back down. “‘Cause all the children like me can be reading or learning. “And look!” “That lady looks as if she was at a job!” “Maybe she was,” Cat yawned and also sat back down. “I was thinking.”Don’t we look sort of strange,sitting in a gypsy caravan that’s seling potions?” he stood up again. “Maybe we should check.” Lisa stayed sitting. “You check. “It was your idea.” “Fine.” Cat leaned out the door. “Wow.” He came back in, closing the door behind him. ”Well…”Lisa prodded. “We are in one of those metal things.” he told her. As soon as he said this,the whole inside of the caravan changed. There was a strange wheel at the front, and there were 4 seats,one in front of the wheel. Beside the wheel there was a lever of some sort, and beside that there was a little knob with a button that said on. “Wow.” Lisa rubbed her hands. She knew how to read, it was just that one-room schoolhouses were not very entertaining. “This must turn it on.” Lisa pressed the button. Suddenly, a loud song filled the room. Cat immediatly covered his ears. Lisa did too, but then turned the knob. Things were starting to come together. The next song was something about “Cotton eyed Joe” but it was a familiar style so she kept it on. “Now.” Lisa smiled. We’ll figure out how the wheel works.” “Ugh.” Cat looked distrustingly at the contraption. “C’mon!” Lisa started pressing and fiddling with all of the gadgets. Finally she found a little key, and pulled it out. Nothing happened. “Maybe I need to turn the key.” Lisa pushed the key back in. and then turned it. Suddenly there was a loud vrooming noise and the machine jerked forward,then stayed back, and made a soft vrooming noise. “There!” Lisa placed her hands on the wheel. And this is what moves it. Like the well.” She tried turning it but nothing happened. “Hmmmmm,” Lisa said to herself. Her feet dangled below her. Then, she felt for a pedal. There were two. First, she pushed the right one with her foot. The car went flying into the next one. Crash. “Yikes.” Lisa used the other lever and the car stopped. Then she tried everything to back up. Finally, she used a microphone-shaped lever and did so, where she went crashing into the car behind. “I think I’m getting the hang of this.” Lisa yelled over the roar of the engine as the car sped forewardagain. “Sure.” Cat was looking worriedly out the window as two strange cowboys approached. They rode horses, but instead of hats and boots and other cowboy outfits, they were in blue blouses with badges and tight , black , dressy , jeans.
Chapter 3.Police.
” What is going on here?” A round plump one said. He jumped off of his horse and pushed his round face through the window, which Lisa had opened by accident in her escapade. “What?” Lisa asked. She wasn’t very proper but she knew it was not polite to barge in on other people’s affairs. She frowned. Then, a younger man came up to the window.He was the sort who tried to look charming but wasn’t. “OH Derron, don’t make such a fuss, they’re children! He pushed Derron out of the way and stuck his face in the window. “What is it?” Lisa asked, avoiding looking disgusted at their rudeness. “What is it? She asks what is it? She is 5 years old! She is ramming into cars! She’s driving! I must file a report at this moment! Derron shoved his partener to the ground. “Actually, I am 10 years old. and this is Cat. HE is-” “I don’t care!” Derron calmed himself down, and then continued. “The point is-” Derron broke of to find some chewing gum in his pocket. “The point is, that children, do not drive cars.” He blew a large bubble and leaned against the window. “Cars?” Cat walked up to the window. ” What are they?” He asked. “WHAT? Now he’s telling me he doesn’t know what a car is. Now weren’t those things invented like,like…-Bert you tell me-” He turned to the other man. “100 years ago?” Bert suggested lazily. “Exactly. 100 years. Now they’re either dumb, weird, or…or…both.” Derron turned back to the window. Now we’ll have to take them to-to…Mrs. Burdox.” He blew another bubble. “Yes. Mrs Burdox.” He then opened the door, and the two ungentlemanly gentleman, as Lisa thought, stepped inside.
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Derron drove smoothly to the huge white mansion on 57th street. He then opened the car door and shoved Lisa and CAt outside, where they were pushed again, straight into Mrs. Burdox’s rhododendrons. “Oh dear!” A voice, which to Lisa, sounded quite like her mother’s tea kettle, sounded from the window 3 floors above. A woman, middle-aged, stood there in shock. “Why, those where the rhododendrons my sister planted 2 and a half years ago!” Mrs Burdox cried. They’re even more special than the ones Mr. Jamestown planted before he left America for England on June 30th, 1982! Why they are 18 years old now, and still growing beautifully. Too bad Maria’s won’t survive any longer.” She pretended to cry, dabbing a tissue to her eyes, before glaring down at the troop of visitors, waiting to be let in. “Now, Mr Rochester, what is the problem?” She stared hard at Bert, while putting her tissue away. ” Well, uh, Mrs. Burdox, while we were on duty, we uh, we saw these two children,uh, about Lydia’s age, well they were,uh, using unauthorized possession of a vehicle. “We thought, since your, uh husband is a, uh, judge, well you could call him and ask what should be done with them.” ” Oh, well, uh…” Mrs Burdox stumbled for words. “He’ll be home around 8:00. I’ll talk to him then. Why don’t you all stay for some, uh, early dinner?” Mrs. Burdox then glared at the children.” And we’ll make good use of them.” She decided. ” You may go to Lydia’s room. She’s been sulking all day.” Mrs Burdox then turned from the window, and made her way to the door. “Bert will show you to it.” She called over her shoulder.
Chapter 4. Lydia.
Lisa had not the slightest idea what had just gone on. All she knew was that Mrs. Burdox was a very snooty woman with a sulky daughter that she wanted Lisa and Cat to cheer up. Otherwise, the entire conversation had made no sense at all. Wasn’t dinner the middle-of-the- day meal? Then how come, at six-oh-clock, it was early? And why on earth were they being brought there? Lisa had guessed that the two men were sheriffs. But how had she or Cat broken the law?
Lisa sighed as she was escorted into the house beside Cat. One more question still rang in her mind ; how far foreward in time was she?
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Lydia’s room was about as big as Lisa’s whole house, including the barn. Crimson curtains hung from the walls, while there were 10 windows, surrounding Lisa, and giving them a look out of millions of huge buildings, at least twice as wide and high as Lisa’s log cabin. Besides that, there was a huge bed, with a see-through canopy. The bedspread was a rosy pink, with purple butterflies embroidered on it. Atop the bed, with her head in her hands, sat a girl of about Lisa’s age, with long blonde hair. She wore a silk party dress,and a headband, which had fallen down. “Hello?” Lisa tidied her own brown hair while Cat looked at the blonde girl in disgust. “She’s just spoiled. We should leave her alone.” He muttered. “I am not spoiled! I hate everyone who says I am. They all think I am, but I am not. You are those people. Now leave.” Lydia looked up. “Oh dear.” She said as she straightened her dress and got off of the bed, opening the silk curtains. As she did so, one of them fell down. She groaned, picked it up, and threw it onto the bed, as if it had happened many times before. “You look like DV’s.” She sighed, pretending to look sorry. “Deevees?” Cat asked, confused. ” Are they, uh…like vegetables or something?” He frowned. “No, Derron victims. OH My gosh. You are!” She rolled her blue eyes, obviously feeling better. “Um…” Lisa faltered. “He’s always arresting people.” She rolled her eyes again. “He’s my uncle. Berty-boy is my, like, boyfriend!” She giggled. “You guys, are like,dorks!” Lydia smiled. “Uh…” Lisa frowned. What was a dork? She looked up, confused. The name did not seem like a nice one. Cat, on the other hand, was busy frowning of dislike. “Um…I think we’ve cheered her up now…” He backed away. “Ohmigosh! No!” Lydia rolled her eyes for the third time. “I am sooo ready for a makeover. Come and see my bathroom!” She walked off through the doorway on the other side of the room. Lisa shrugged, following, while Cat crossed his arms. “Please Cat? You don’t want to go to jail do you?” Lisa pleaded. “No, but-” “Then at least …show some respect.” Lisa had heard her mother say that many times before, but wasn’t quite sure this was the right time to say it. “Just come.” She sighed grudgingly, and stalked into the enormous bathroom.
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“Here!” Lydia handed Lisa a huge tube of a thick, purple liquid. ” Nail polish!” She got up from the stool she was sitting on. “Um…” Lisa opened the bottle. “Uhg. You don’t know what nail polish is?” She rolled her whirlpool eyes and stood up. “Let’s go to the salon.” She led them deeper into the bathroom, where they came to 3 doors in the back. “Those two have the washing machine and the dryer.” She pointed to the two on the left. “This goes to the salon.” She threw the door open. Inside, there was a white corridor with a small door at the end. “Don’t close it behind you!” Lydia yelled. But it was too late. The door closed behind them, and they were left in complete darkness. “Gosh! Now we’re locked out! And I can’t even see my toenails!” Lydia pouted. “I have no idea where this corridor leads to, but I guess I opened the wrong one.
“I have to go to the end of the corridor for the alarm bell, but I can’t see anything!” She crossed her arms. “People?” Lydia cried, finally. “I’m Cat.” Cat said quietly from 2 feet away. “I’m Lisa.” Lisa called from the doorway. “Okay.” Lydia stumbled, arms out, to where Lisa was standing. “Doorway!” She gasped, feeling for the doorknob. “Yes.” She mumbled to herself. “Cat?” She called. ”What.” The tone was disgusted. “Can you come over here?” She asked. “OK…” Cat blundered forward,arms outstretched. Soon, he reached the door as well. “Now go to the opposite end and press the alarm.” She ordered. “And I am helping you because..,” Cat grumbled. “You are a nice, helpful person,” Lydia said with sarcastic sweetness. “Please.” Lisa muttered. “I’ll do it.” She began to stumble across the hall , crashing often into the old pots and bottles from the kitchen. Soon, she reached the other end. “Where is it?” She called. “The left side!” Lydia began to stumble after her, dragging Cat behind her accidentally. “Hey!” Cat yelled. Lydia ignored him. “Left!” She tripped over Cat’s leg. Lisa felt along the side wall. Soon, she felt a wooden knob. “Found it!” Lisa pulled the knob.
A wooden door whacked her on the head. “AHHH!” Lisa yelled. “What is it?” Lydia rushed up to where Lisa was,along with Cat. “That wooden thing knocked me on the head!” Lisa pointed straight ahead of her. “What?” Lydia felt along the wall. Soon, her hand fell through am empty doorway. “This must go back to the main living room.” Lydia pulled the others into the narrow corridor. “This is not my type of day,” Lisa grumbled, as she imagined what she could have done with nice ,smart girls,who actually knew half of what they said.
But then, she thought, Mary and Eliza would just be talking about the newest petticoats or other things like that. At least, Lydia wasn’t like them. “What?” Lydia yelled. “What is it?” Lisa walked up to where she had heard Lydia’s voice. “Well, first of all, I can’t see anything, second, I can’t know where we’re going, and third,I can be utterly lost and-and sure to-to-to perish!” “Of course we aren’t.” Cat muttered. “Now shut up.” Lydia said in a high-pitched voice. She crashed through the doorway, Cat and Lisa following. “Uh…Lisa…find me the light switch. “Light switch?” The only switch Lisa had ever heard of was the one Pa used on her when she knocked over his rifle in the doorway. Was a light switch one that made sparks? Lisa’s eyes grew wide. “Don’t just stand there!” Lydia fumbled into the wall. “Search for it!” So Lisa and Cat began searching for something they had never seen before, while Lydia grumbled along the left side, searching for the couch. This expedition was not going well, when Lydia finally felt something along the wall. “FOUND IT!” She yelled unexpectedly, causing Lisa to fall onto Cat. They both skidded past Lydia and crashed toward the north wall. Suddenly, Lisa found her legs dangling in mid-air. “AHHH!” She cried. “I-I can’t touch the ground. Suddenly, she slipped, Cat tumbling with her, they plummeted through the hole. “Guys?” Lydia grudgingly groped over to where they had been. “AHHH!” Lydia screeched, and she, too slipped through the mysterious hole.
Chapter 5. Huh?
Lisa squeezed her eyes shut as she fell, saying her bedtime prayers over and over, even though they felt as meaningless as the reason her mother didn’t work in the gardens on Sundays. “Lisa!” Lisa could hear Cat’s voice, quavering, over the rushing …wind? Lisa opened her eyes suddenly, and almost wanted to close them again. Cat, a few yards away, was looking towards the ground. Holding her breath, Lisa did the same. Below her, only 100 feet away, was a hill. It was green, and there was a cherry tree on the very top. “WHAT?” Lisa looked above her, to see Lydia staring at something a little ways beyond the tree. There was a blue pond, with a sheep. The sheep was sleepily munching the grass next to the pond. And, slightly beyond the sheep, was Maple. “Maple!”Lisa cried. She had entirely forgotten about the old white horse.”Who’s Maple?” Lydia asked. “That old white pony over by the sheep.” Lisa began to run down the grassy hill. “MAPLE!” She passed the sheep, and jumped onto Maple’s back. The dress/saddle was gone, but Lisa didn’t care. “What a nice reunion.” Cat trudged down the hill. “But I don’t see how you don’t notice anything else.” “Yea.” Lydia rolled her eyes. “Like my lipstick is sooo ruined.” She stood up. “So…” Cat turned around.”What is going on? How did we just…fall from your house?”
“Maybe we should ask someone.” Lydia replied. “Look! There’s a hut over there!” Cat said. He walked lopsidedly through the grass toward the stone hut. “Lisa!” Lydia called over,wiping over her lipstick. “Follow Cat!” Lisa whistled over her shoulder, and began to trudge up the hill, Maple following. “COMING!”
Chapter 6. Mr. Something
“Hello? UM…HELLOOOOO.” Lydia impatiently rapped on the door. “Come in.” A gravelly voice sounded from behind the door. Lydia barged in and flipped her hair. “So. First of all, we’re stuck here and all I want to do is like go back to my mom’s house and, like we are so NOT happy whatsoever, and then like there’s like, SHEEP or something be that lake and I want a drink but what if there’s maneur?! Lastly…where are you?!!” Lydia gulped. “Uh, could you repeat that? I’m in the bathroom.” Lydia growled under her breath. Lisa stepped closer. “Maybe I should take over.” “Uh, no.” “Uh, YES.” Lisa hurled herself into the middle of the room. “Sir?” “What is it now?” He flushed the toilet and flung the door open. “Er..well..” Lisa stumbled for words. “ I told you you couldn’t say a darn thing.” Lydia pushed her aside. “Well, basically we fell through my basement door into this clearing and we saw a sheep and her horse from the 1800′s and your hut.” “That’s nice.” The man yawned. As you see, though, I am a very old man. I must take a nap. Find something to read.” “WHAT?” Lydia said. “We came all this way,and it was not on purpose. Is there any way we can go back? Let’s find someone else,” She told Lisa and Cat. “UGH,” Cat grumbled. “We haven’t even had time sit down and discuss what we’re supposed to do, and now you want to go around asking strangers random questions?” “Stop grumbling,” Lisa told him. “We have to do something! Right, Lydia?” Lydia twisted her smudged lips. “I think we ought to discuss what’s going on,” She said finally. “Cat, Lisa. Let’s leave this dump and go over to that picnic table.” Sighing, Lisa nodded her frizzy-haired head, and pulled Cat along. “Now,” Lisa began as they settled into the table. “Who wants-” She was cut off as Cat leapt away from the table and somersaulted across the lawn. “Are you okay?” She asked. “There’s red ants on the table!” He puffed. “Sure there are.” Lisa rolled her eyes and rested her head on the table. “OMG!” Lydia wacked Lisa on the head. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Lisa roared, running away from Lydia. Suddenly, the table changed. The chestnut wood faded into a bright green substance, and white light began to swirl around it. “What’s this?” Cat stepped forward, looking wary. “I don’t know,” Lisa said in a mysterious voice. Suddenly, Cat disappeared. “CAT!” Lisa jumped into the force of green and white, disappearing as well. “Uh…guys?” Lydia asked in a feeble voice. She stumbled forward too, and dissolved into the green light. After being pulled in, Lydia found that she was in a pitch black world. She could feel wind rushing through her. And then everything stopped. Lydia blinked, her eyes adjusting to the bright light. She was standing in a ballroom, all around her people danced. Suddenly, she spotted two people standing outside the crowd. One was wearing a silky black tuxedo and his hair was slicked from his forhead. The other one wore a shimmering white tight gown with one long silk white glove. “LISA! CAT!” Lydia ran to them, but tripped over her lengthy pink dress and ruby red high heels before she could get anywhere. A few couples turned to stare as they slow danced. Not thinking at all about where she was(everything else had already been crazy) she called out again. Turning, Lisa looked utterly confused. “Oh! Lydia!” She smiled and ran up to her friend, who was clumsily picking herself up off the floor. Lisa wore a beehive hairdo, red lipstick, and pink blush. She held a white clutch purse. “Where ARE we?” Lydia asked as she examined her coiled curly blonde hair in a nearby mirror. “I’ve been looking around, and I’m guessing we’re farther back in time than your place, but farther forward in time than OUR home.” Cat replied. Brushing herself off, Lydia looked about. Rushing to a nearby window(this time careful of her balance) she looked outside. “OMG I studied this era!” She smiled.I know all about the time. It’s between 1920 and 1930 I’m sure.” “Why don’t we just ask someone?” Cat looked about. “Then we would be revealed,” Lydia whispered urgently. “How can we be revealed when we don’t even know what-” Lisa began. “SHUSH! People are staring,” Lydia yelled. A man began to walk over. “RUN!” Lydia wove through the crowd, Lisa beside her. Cat jumped tables, crashing into wine glasses. Purple liquid spilled everywhere. At once, they all dove out the grand door, into a dark street. An old fashioned car slid silently along it. Before anyone could do anything, angry party people raced out the door, looking for Lydia and her friends.
Cat fled down an alley way, eyes wide in terror. “This has got to be a dream!” Lydia muttered, flying towards a trash can. “Get inside!” Lisa yelled. “WHAT?” “Get into the can!” Lisa dove headfirst into another one. “Ergh, it smells!” Lisa said in a muffled voice. Sighing in defeat, Lydia crouched in the can and closed the lid. “What’s that?” “SHHHHHH!” A few seconds later, they heard loud footsteps racing down the street. “Where’d they go?” A voice yelled. “Oh, who cares. The police’ll get them.” Lydia made a scared face against the wood of the barrel. She felt relief flow through her when the footsteps echoed away.
Chapter 7
Lisa groaned and opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep, because orange glimmers of sunlight were already filtering through the sides of the trash can. Her beehive hairdo was a mess, and she felt as if she had rubbed molasses all over her face. Lydia and Cat were still snoring, there chests rising and falling together. Lisa jabbed Lydia in the arm and kicked Cat in the shins before stretching herself. “I have absolutely no idea what’s going on.” Lisa tore at the sides of the trash can, trying to stand up, but Cat was lying on her legs and Lydia’s head was on her shoulders.
“I wanna go back to sleep,” Lydia mumbled, twisting her neck around to get adjusted to her surroundings. “So do I,” Cat said in a distressed voice.
“GET UP!” Lisa shrieked, tearing off her high heels and looking at her red feet over Cat’s body. Cat sat up suddenly, bonking her in the head with his sharp chin.
“EHUHHUHHHHHSSSSS,” He groaned, falling back on top of Lydia and waking her up, too.
“Get off of me you freak!” Lydia punched Cat in the neck from the back and pushed him at Lisa.
“Stop, you guys,” Lisa said angrily. She wore an annoyed and dazed expression, and her clear brown eyes shifted back and forth. “Why don’t we just get out of the freaking barrel and see where we are now?” Lydia said in modern talk.
Lisa frowned at her confused. Lydia scuffled about on the floor of the barrel and finally managed to stand up. The stench of trash that she had gotten used to drifted away into the air, and now she was aware of how revolting she smelled. Immediately Lydia attempted to step out of the trash can, which resulted in it tipping over and her tripping to the ground in a thud. Lydia was about to stand up again when the barrel began to move.
“You’re just going to trip again you know,” Cat said dryly and Lydia pulled herself off her bottom.
“You don’t understand,” Lydia said, pinching her nose. “It smelled SO much better up there…”
“Are you calling me smelly?” Cat asked. His dark-almost black eyes narrowed and he smacked Lydia in an angry huff. “First you act all spoiled, then you call me smelly. Now you-”
“Ohmygosh, Cat, shut up and listen to me!” Lydia shrieked. “I know you smell, but I’m-”
“Sorry, but I will not be insulted once again.” Cat yelled in return. He stomped the bottom of the trashcan.
“Yeah, well I won’t-be accused anymore.” Lydia smacked the bottom of the barrel as well. It began to roll down the hill.
