Essay on Time Traveler: A Fictional Narrative

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Time Traveler Who would've thought time traveling was possible? I didn't, not until I found my dad's suitcase. It was a cold day in Los Angeles, my mom and I were cleaning the garage piling all of my dad's old stuff together. It would've been easier to deal with his death if he didn't passed away a year ago. No one knew about his death or anything that's why there was no news about it until now. I kept thinking to myself "man, I've only talked to him twice in my life and now he's gone forever. I wish I could just see him one more time." As i start to space out, my mom yelled "stop spacing out and help me with these boxes dude!" Panicking, "Ok, ok!" She lets out a huge sigh and pulls out a black suitcase, "Hm, I've never seen this suitcase …show more content…

"This is amazing!" I happily shouted, "let's see what this baby can do huh?" I have no idea what the glasses can do other than say my name and change the lens prescriptions to fit the wearer. Maybe it's an x-ray glasses or maybe a night-vision glasses. As I sit in my room thinking of what it could be, I caught a game case in the corner of my eye. I picked it up to see that it was a game about the American Revolution. I start to think out loud, "what if I can go to 1775 and experience the revolution myself?" *beep* Robotic voice, "1775. American Revolution. Destination Confirmed." The lens turned so bright that I had to close my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in my room but inside a barn that is stinking animal wastes. "Where am I? Ugh, it smells." I walked outside to a town filled with people dressing in french and english styled clothing. "What is this? The 1700s?" Before I could mutter a word ahold guy said"It's 1775 boy! Why don't you put on some clothes?" I looked down and saw that I was completely naked. Maybe that's why all the women and children were looking at me funny. The old man toss me a shirt, trouser, a jacket, waistcoat, a pair of boots, and a hat. I looked exactly like a colonist soldier in 1775. The old man said "That was my nephew's old soldier uniform. You can have it if you want." I thanked him and left as fast as I could. I thought to myself, "what's going

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