Kristine had always had a big imagination. Always thinking of a different world or time frame. She hated where she lived: in the big city where everything was always so noisy and it smelt of gas, stinky restaurants and where crime was dealt with every day. But all that changed one weekend when Kristine visited her grandmother's house. Kristine grumbled as she slowly got out of the car; her long, curly brown hair whipped around her face as the wind blew. "Mom, do I really have to stay the weekend here? I mean, can't I just stay home alone by myself? I'm old enough to watch myself-fourteen!"
Her mother sighed and smiled somewhat. "Well unless if you would like to take a road trip with me and your father all the way to your cousins, need I remind you the trouble you caused there, then no you don't have to stay."
Kristine rolled her big brown eye's. "Alright, you win."

As Kristine and her mother walked up to the large house, she couldn't help but think that staying here could prove to be fun. Within seconds after her mom rang the bell the door slowly opened. There Kristine saw an old woman at the door. Her hair was all white and she leaned on a cane. she had a shawl over her shoulders and wore a blue dress. "Oh hello! So glad you could make it! Please, come in." The old lady opened the door the rest of the way to let them in.
Kristine entered her home, she was left in awe. The place was filled with such amazing things. Old things back from the war times, like paintings, little figures and even a place to keep old fashion swords.
"I'm afraid I can't stay long," began her mother. "We have a long way ahead of us."
"That's fine. I don't want to keep you waiting anyway." Said the old woman. Kristine watched as her mom left. "Make yourself at home, dear." said the old woman. "Your room is right upstairs to your left. You can put your things there."

Kristine slowly walked up the stairs and they creaked every time she took a step. When She made it back downstairs she found the old woman in the dining room setting down what looked like tea with lemon.
"Hope you like tea," she said.
"Yeah. Thanks." Kristine sat down and took a sip. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Are you my grandmother?"
The old woman laughed. "Yes. I am your great grandmother. Hundred ten years old. Been through both wars. You could say I have had quite the life. That's also why I have so many old things lying around."
Kristine was shocked. "My GREAT grandmother? You serious?"
The old woman smiled. "Yes, it's true and you can call me Anna-or Granny."
Kristine got a huge smile on her face. "Could you tell me about the wars. I just love history!"
Anna smiled. "Alright."
Kristine sat there in amazement as she listened to her great grandmother's stories. She didn't even notice that she had drunk all of her tea until Anna said something about.
"Want more tea?"
She looked down and then back at Anna. "No thanks. I'm fine."
"Well let me show you around the house then." And again Kathleen was amazed at the things she had. Finally, they stopped their little tour in the living room.
"The only room off limits is the attic. I forbid you to go up there."
"Why? What's up there?"
"It's just things I don't want anyone to mess with is all. Come now I have more things to show you."
But Kristine couldn't help keep her mind on the attic. Now she was really curious as to what was up there.

Before long the first day there had almost gone by. It was about ten and Anna was already fast to sleep, but Kristine could not. She was too excited about everything. Like the huge library and the great big yard in the back with all those trees. It was totally a place, Kathleen would love to get lost in. But her mind the fixated on the attic. What WAS up there anyway? Maybe some dead bodies? Nah! Kathleen laughed to herself at the thought of it. She then closed her eye's trying to get some sleep. Kathleen woke up later that night. The clock read two thirty. She rubbed her eye's. Suddenly she heard someone whispering her name. "Hello?" she whispered back. No reply. She then shook it off. It was after all an old house. But then she heard name whispered again. She sat up this time looking around. All she saw was the nightstand a dresser a shut-in closet and some blankets were thrown over a love seat. Still, nothing and no one else was there so she laid back down and moments later she heard her name being whispered again.
This time she got up and listened closely. Nothing. She slowly walked over to the shut-in closet and forced it open. I big whiff of air blew through her hair. She felt a chill. But this excited her and made her want to go on. She looked all around the close and found nothing, just then she heard her name being whispered again so she looked up and there she saw the attic door. A grin appeared from across her lips. She couldn't help herself but go up there.

When she did get up into the attic she made sure not to make too much noise. Kathleen saw many many boxes and even more old war stuff. But something from off in the corner caught her blue eye's. Dresses. Old fashion dresses. But not just dresses from the early nineteen hundreds. Dresses from all different times. She grabbed the first one she could get her hands on and tried it on. It was a simple white dress with fillies on it and a big bow that was tied in the back. She then looked through a box of old shoes and she found some to match the dress she was wearing. Kathleen moved about ever so gently on the wooden floors, trying not to wake her great grandmother. She then stood in front of a huge mirror and looked herself up and down. She looked pretty good. The light from the moon made it even better. She did a little twirl but then lost her balance a little and ran into a few boxes. She cursed. It was a few seconds before she moved again. As she took a step back her heal stepped on something. It was a book. But not just any book. It was a diary. It was a simple white covered diary with laces on it and on the cover, it had the name 'Susan' on it. And as most people would do with an old diary she opened it and began to read.

The time was placed in seventeen-seventy-six and so on a few years more. But then she came to a blank page. Strange, she thought. And then something even more strange started to happen. Words began to appear. Kathleen's eye's got big as the words spelled out "What is your name?"
Kathleen quietly replied. "...Kristine..." The words then vanished and more came in to take its place.
"Hello, Kristine." it read.
"...Hello?" She couldn't believe she was actually talking to a book.
Those words then vanished. "Ever wanted to go to someplace else? maybe even a different time?"
"...Yeah...sure..."
"Then look closely at this diary and you will." She did as the book read and suddenly she could feel herself being dragged in. Within seconds she saw events happen right before her eye's. of men dying in battle and then to children laughing and singing, but then all that stopped for a few moments and Kathleen stared hard at the face before her. A face of a young boy about her age. His wavy brown hair and green eye's made her very attracted to him. Who was he? Just then that all changed and she was looking down at the boy now who laying in the arms of a man. His father perhaps? And then she saw a house go up in flames and a young man in a blue coat being taken away by men in red coats. This one had curly blonde hair and blue eye's. He seemed scared and confused but then she saw the face of the other boy. He pale and his eyes were slowly shutting, and then someone yelled out the name "Thomas!"

Suddenly, Kristine couldn't breathe and she felt cold and in seconds she came popping up out of a well gasping for air. As she flopped on to the ground she took a few deep breaths. After she caught her breath she looked up at the clear blue sky with trees standing high above her. She felt safe. Then she heard some laughing of young kids coming her way so she stood up, waiting for them to come. When they did they stopped dead in their tracks and then they both ran back the way they had come. Was she scary looking to them? But then she heard more voices.
"What is it, girls?"
Kristine then held her breath for she was looking at to very familiar faces she had just seen. The blonde one took a few steps towards her. "Hello there. My name is Gabriel. And you are?"
Kristine took a breath. "Kristine," she told them.
"Well, miss Kristine, you seem to have stumbled upon our farm. Are you lost? Because you looked like it."
Kristine shrugged. "You could say that again, yeah."
Gabriel gave her a warm smile. It wasn't until the other boy stepped forward. "And my name is, Thomas. It sure is a pleasure to meet you, miss Kristine." Those startling green eye's caught her attention right away. These were the two boys she saw just before she came here. "Here, take my jacket." The boy named, Thomas gladly handed over his jacket for her to put over her shoulders. "We need to tell father. Maybe we can help her find her way back home." Gabriel nodded, so did the two little girls.

As they brought her to they're home she saw a black woman sweeping the front steps. "Abigail. Call to my father," said Gabriel.
It wasn't long until Kathleen was sitting in the living room of their home and then a man came walking and took a seat. "So this is her? It's a pleasure to meet you." he greeted you with a warm smile. "So tell me, boys, just what happened?"
"Well, the little ones were playing outside like usual and then they saw her all wet as she had fallen into the well. That's where Gab and I come in."
"She said she was lost so we thought if we bring her to you-you might be able to help her out." finished Gabriel.
Their father then turned to her. "So where do you live?"
She was about to answer but then the thought of telling them the truth would probably only freak them out. "I don't remember," she told them.
"You don't remember?" She shook her head. "Well then you can are more than welcomed to stay here with us until you do remember," he then turned to his boys. "I expect the utmost respect from you two the most. We must always treat a guest with respect."

Good thing she had on that dress, otherwise they probably would have been scared of her for real. Wearing clothes from another time would just be weird to them. Later on, as the day went by it was getting close to supper time and she could smell the wonderful food cooking. A bell then rang.

"This way, Kristine." Thomas came up from behind her and gently grabbed her hand, leading her to the kitchen. "After you," he said, opening the door. Kristine then saw all the great food that was placed out in front of her. It all looked so good. So after saying the prayer before meal everyone dug in. Kristine was a little slow at first but then got used to the idea of eating there with them.
"So how old are you?" asked one of the younger brothers.
"I'm fourteen."
"Really? So am I." Thomas turned to look at her with a big smile on his face. He made her blush a tiny bit. After eating, the servant, Abigail showed her to her room. It was small but it would do. As she left her be, Kristine flopped on the bed. It squeaked a little, but that was okay with her. This was all so strange to her. Was she really back in seventeen-hundreds? Or was it all just some weird dream? She then closed her eye's wondering what life would throw at her next.

I hope you liked it ^^ Going over it again makes me laugh...my writing is not nearly as good as it is now. But still...please review! ^.~
Update 2019: I'm going through my story again and fixing as many mistakes as I possibly can. Please bare with me.