Tower Christian School Trumpeteer Never Ending Story
Episode 20 - May 2010
Continued by Katherine Elder
But, it was too late...
Madison and I were spinning, spinning, spinning. It felt like hours, but it was probably only a few seconds. Then, suddenly, my face met something that I was hoping to avoid ever meeting. It was the ground at what appeared to be a park.
I rolled onto my back, spitting out the dirt and grass that had entered my mouth. It sounded as though Madison wasn’t doing any better. I heard her muttering something about that teaching her never to get distracted by a shiny object again.
I stood up and helped Madison up. I looked around more and I recognized it as the park that was about five blocks away from our house, or at least what would eventually be our house.
I saw a kid who looked about my age wearing all black sitting under a tree writing in a book. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place why. As I was watching, a girl wearing all pink walked over and grabbed the book from his hands and said something to him as she started looking through the pages. When he stood up, the girl was still a few inches taller than him. And what was up with his pants? They had huge bell bottoms! Madison and I looked at each other and then started walking toward them. As we got closer, we could hear what they were saying.
“You look like someone spilled pink paint on you!” the boy told her.
“Why are you wearing all black?” she shot back.
“I like to pretend I’m a Ninja because Ninja’s are cool, like my new Apple II computer,” he replied.
He started showing her his “ninja moves,” but the girl just had a very bored look on her face. He pulled a bubblegum card package out of his pocket to show how a ninja would throw something, but a German Shepherd snuck up and grabbed the card, bubblegum and all, and ate it.
“Hey, dog! Is he yours? Get him to bring it back!”
“It’s gone now. He swallowed it already.”
“That could have been a Walter Payton card!”
“If you want to see cool, what do you think of these sunglasses? I made them myself.” She held out a pair of sunglasses with one blue and one aqua green lens.
“Yeah, whatever Paddy May!”
“Well, fine Andy Ken!”
At that point, the boy and girl walked off in separate directions. Madison and I looked at each other and I suddenly remembered something. “Andy Ken and Paddy May. Their last names were Moon and Smith then, but that’s the story mom and dad just told us about the first time they talked to each other! That explains a lot of what I was dreaming about!”
“It explains how messed up your head is, Luke!”
“Let’s get back to the time machine and try to get back to our cruise,” I said.
But little did we know…