Kataleen's Revenge

Written by Katelyn Shear
AKA
Kataleen the Kreative


I pounded my fist into my open palm as I thought of the perfect revenge. Only problem was that none of my ideas were . . . what's the word? . . . horrible enough.
     "What to do, what to do?" I pondered out loud, my fist hitting my palm again.
     "What to do about what?" Beekee said, coming into my room in the lair. I quickly jumped off of my bed, unsure what to say.
     "Um, well, I was just wondering what to do about my Time Machine-slash-Pen thing."
     "What about it?" Beekee's face paled. "You didn't break it, did you?" I tried to resist the urge to faceplam.
     "No, I--"
     Linzee flounced into the room. "Break what? The time machine?" Concern was etched on her face.
     Apparently they had decided to have a meeting in my room, for Jahsmun walked through the door, her eyes wide. "She broke the time machine? Baby sister, how could you? I told you our baby sister couldn't keep anything without breaking it!"
      I couldn't help but headdesk. "I promise I did not break the time machine! I was just wondering where to go next with it!"
     All three girls looked at me. I wasn't sure if the way they stared at me was good or bad.
     I need not have wondered. I found out soon enough.
     "Where is it? I want to see it!"
     "I don't think I believe you!"
     "Baby sisters break everything! How can we trust you with this kind of stuff?"
     My head started to pound in the All-Too-Familiar rhythm. I gave each of the girls my most intimidating stare, and I suddenly got a brilliant idea for my revenge. "Okay, grills, I'll let you see the pen. Give me a second."
     I quickly set the date and location, mentally patting myself on the back for my genius-ness. "Okay, here you go!" I passed the pen to them, and tried to hide my smile. All of them leaned together, inspecting the pen carefully.
     Becki turned the pen over and read the date. "May 4th, 1864? What--" Suddenly, the girls begn to look transparent, which I found utterly fascinating.
     Jasmine gave a yelp. "May 4th is the Battle of the Wilderness! Civil War time!"
     Lindsey began to scream. "It's dark!"
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"I can't see!!!!!"
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"Where are we?"
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I laughed as they disappeared, and decided that this was definately horrible enough. After all, I am the oldest of my siblings, so I am never called "baby sister". And no one is going to start. I laughed once more. I could not wait until they came back, ranting and raving. Good thing I hid the cricket bat earlier.
     "Hey, Peter, 'ole boy. How are you doing? Why don't we try that Loop-de-Loop?"


                                                                               To be continued. . . . . . . .