The Time Traveler's

The Time Traveler's
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The next day at sunrise, they take the time to learn the things that must be done to reach the State of Time and devise a strategy to thwart D'Anger's plans.


James and Connor are training, and Bryce and Kenedy are training their Karate, which has not been practiced in the past year. Emely and Kimberly read the book that Emely had lent her Grandfather.


"You know what?" Kimberly asked not to distract him from the book.


Emely looked up and muttered, "What?" Ask.


"I think it's cool and creepy at the same time, I'm afraid to meet ugly people like in the Library again." He said while shivering in horror.


Furthermore, there was no more talking, only the sound of the bell filled the silence.


"Geely!" he felt someone calling him through the mind, ah yes he remembered he could telepathically with Connor.


"What?" The reply.


"Can you accompany me to the shores of the lake for a moment?" Ask.


"okay." Answer Emely.


Then he got up from the chair, "Where are you going?" Ask Kimberly to look at Emely.


He pointed to the shores of the Lake and immediately left Kimberly and the book he had read.


Emely was a little nervous because of the words Connor said yesterday before they left the place.


"How's it?" Connor asked, Emely doesn't understand.


"Partly?" Ask again, "Ah, good," she replied.


Then the two sat on the shore of the Lake, Emely watching the surroundings. The birds chirp in the morning, he could hear the sound of a stream not far from there.


Unlike Connor, he stared at the lake water and flashed memories of his mother. When he eats sushi with his mother, when he is sick his mother is always by his side and when he cries his mother's shoulder is a backrest.


"Do you know my mind?" Ask Emely.


Connor looked at him, "Hm, it could have been. But it's harder than telepathy." Evidently.


So we can't read each other's minds, can we? Inner Emely.


Kimberly shouted at the two people who were sitting at the edge of the Lake for breakfast, they got up and headed home.


"Based on two kasmaran, is it not hungry to sit there alone from here?" Kimberly Lips.


"Just talk for a second, come on." I drank a glass of water because I was thirsty.


"Why is he so badass?" Connor asked telepathically.


Emely chuckled and looked at the person next to her, Connor, "Just know, eh?" The reply.


Connor rolled both his eyes lazily. It was so funny, Emely thought.


"Ekhem, everyone please pay attention to me." James raised his voice.


"We will continue the journey later in the day, make sure to bring enough supplies and do not over-forsir your energy, okay?" His speech was covered with a wrinkled forehead and a pretty serious funny face.


They all ate Mr.'s pancakes. Lieberher, yes he does cook. When Emely was little he always made pancakes for her at breakfast.


Wanting he to spit out all his head, he thought too much about things that are not important and that he should not think about but he did both. Indeed, that human being is really strange.


Unlike Connor, his heart was racing, his head was swirling and his stomach was like thousands of elephants had just come out of the Zoo. Everything cannot be interpreted and does not have to be interpreted. Sometimes so and as it is.


Mr. Lieberher looked at them from the door and thought about what was going to happen and prayed to Emely.


Protect Emely, Lord, and all her friends. May they thwart D'Anger's plans, God bless you always. His inner.


Breakfast was done, they resumed their activities except Connor. He looked at the empty plate in front of him.


It's not easy, it's all hard. I can't but I have to, without Mom, this doesn't feel like much but Mom says every moment of my life means something.


I sometimes feel like I'm stuck, lost in daydreams, claustrophobic clutches, fulfilling their desires and not the ones I want.


Weight to receive, all burdens to be shouldered, a mask to cover everything, all this lies. His inner.


Emely watched Connor for a moment and continued reading the book. Better be later, I don't want to mess up. His inner.


But Emely could not focus, his mind everywhere. Seeing Connor as soon as he became astonished, he also fidgeted at his parents. He was afraid, maybe more than afraid.


Now he is trapped in a space of time that brings him back where he was a child, as he leaves for school escorted by his mother. Wheat porridge made by his mother, perfumed his house at that time. All her little friends, her 6th birthday party, and Bryce, who had been her first love since childhood, now either Emely's feelings might change.


Speaking of which with the feeling he saw in his mind when he first met Connor and he who was thin and turned out to be good to him was a miracle.


"Knock!" Kimberly cried impatiently.


Emely was shocked and patted Kimberly's arm, "So I called you not to say." Resenting.


Emely rubbed her face, "Okay, I'm sorry I was just thinking about something earlier." He looked around and Connor was nowhere to be seen.


"Main knock knock just yuk," Kimberly asked, "Come on." Reply Emely.


"Knock's knock!" Kimberly.


"Who's there?" Ask Emely.


"Will here," she replied, "Will who?" Ask Emely.


"Will you marry me?" Then the two of them laughed together, and all of Emely's thoughts just popped off like a balloon being flown.


Connor, who was sitting on the shore of the lake, felt lonely, still thinking about unimportant things.


What am I? Why can't I be understood by myself? Why is everything so hard to interpret? His inner.


He hugged his leg, "Come on." Sayapnga.


He closed his eyes, gusts of wind and air were soothing, the sound of squirrels jumping from tree to tree, streams of rivers. All of that managed to reduce his uneasiness and raging thoughts.


It's hard to forget all those times, maybe never. I was at the bottom of my life, full of stress and depression and knowing that I was moving to a new city was hard for me to start a new one. Now I'm ready to start, take the challenge and accept the risks.


Making a new history that might mean something to me, no matter what it's going to be bad or. I made something that meant something to me.


And what had happened before was like diving into a very deep ocean and instead of me returning to the land I was getting to the bottom, now I'm going to go back to where I am.[]