Chapter 25

For some reason I still can not find the teen pictures of them aging up. Anyone lets countine on.

My mother has gotten a washing machine and is now doing laundry all the time.

I have been practicing sculpting and my mom has been inventing. All her attempts have failed really.

I have been trying really hard in school, Violet, not so much she would rather being drawing the latest fashion than do the homework. She rants on that she will be a fashion designer one day.

My dad has been getting rediculious tattoos that look like a four year old did.

I was cutting a hedge when my father yelled up the stairs "Come on Kylie! We are going on vacation to twinbrook!" I put my hedge clippers down and headed down the stairs.

Why did I get the feeling that this wasn't going to be the best vacation ever.
When we got there after a 15 hour flight, we walked into the house that we rented and it was the cheapest house possible, one bed, one bathroom, a broken washermachine, a kitchen that I was sure I saw a mouse in, and it was built on a swamp.

I told my dad that I was going down to the consignment shop and grabbed my purse and headed out.
When I got there no one was there but I saw some stairs, I looked around and headed up the stairs.
There was all sorts of stuff there, a time machine, a broken simbot, some hedges, some stone statues and a mirror. What took my intrest was the time machine.

I walked over to the time machine and punched in some random number in the future.

The door opened and I looked inside. I saw nothing.

I looked around, I still saw no one so I jumped in.

I saw a book written by someone that I knew and I countined to look around and I say some  sercurity and they started to shout at me so I headed back in time back to the time to when I had left. I had stepped out and I saw this man sitting in a chair.

 "Don't be alarmed." he said.
I backed up into the time machine.
"I need you to come with me."
"Why?" I said still not moving from the saftey of the time machine.
"It will save your family if you come with me."

"From what?" I  asked.
"From their own death."
I looked at him one last time. Should I go with him?