Backwards Thinking by Jeanette Miller (easy novels to read .txt) 📖

you see me properly?” said a man standing over me. “Who the heck are you people?!” I said. The 2 people standing next to me turned around and started talking to each other. I could hear little things like, “she seems fine now.” or “I would think that she would be used to it, that whole thing.” But I was to tired to be bothered to listen in anymore. “ Please, please, please let me be dreaming again!”
I opened my eyes but they were both staring at me.
“I’m sorry, do I have something on my face or is my face just that funny to you?” I sarcastically asked them.
“Oh excuse our ruddiness. I’ll introduce myself first.” said the older looking man. He had grey hairs here and there, spotted all around in his hair. He had glasses handing on a string around his neck. “My name is Mr. Hemming. And this,” the old lady standing behind him walked up to the side of my bed. “This is Mrs. Maison. You will be staying at her house for a while.” He took his stethoscope and checked my heart beat.
I was still half a sleep so I wasn’t tuning in to what was happening. I was fully awake though a few seconds though and when I realized what was going on I shouted, “What the hell?!”
Both Mr. Hemming and Mrs. Maison took a step back when they heard me scream at them.
“Now calm down miss. You’re all right. We are here to help you. Please your not well enough yet to get up and walk around yet.” Mr. Hemming tried to calm me down.
“Like hell I’m getting up and walking straight out of this mad house. Get lost freaks! And what the hell is with your clothes and this room. It’s like something from a history book. Really, who are you trying to fool here?” I screamed again. I stormed out of the room just to run into Mr. Harlington.
“Oh great, it’s you.” I sarcastically told him while walking off as fast as I could. He grabbed my arm and I shouted, “Let go of me. You really are a freaking perverted teacher aren’t you? Where the heck am I? Take me home now!”
“That’s not going to happen Adrienne.” He answered coldly.
“Oh look who learned my name. Now I’ll forget that I ever saw you if you take me back now.” He started to laughed and just walked off. “Mr. Hemming I’ve found her. She’s downstairs.” He called up the stairs.
“Why the heck would you tell that weirdo where I am?!” I ran out the front door but a cold wind hit me. I closed it quickly because I had only been wearing a t-shirt and jeans, because at my house it was boiling hot. The heat was terrible. But here the wind was blowing like crazy and it looked like it was going to rain. I just stared; eyes open wide, looking through the window. This wasn’t my home. This wasn’t even Inglewood. There were rows of old looking houses instead of stacked up apartments. There were carriages running on cobble stone streets instead of cars on cement. I ran around looking through every window that was downstairs, it was all the same. I stumbled around backwards and feel on the wooden chair the Mr. Hemming quickly shoved under me so I didn’t fall to the ground.
“We were going to explain this slowly but I guess you’ve found out yourself. This is the year 1852; we are in Bristol, London. In England.” He told me.
“Okay, I don’t know what you’ve done here. But well done, I almost believed you for a second there.” I started to clap and nod my head.
Mr. Hemming turned to the old lady who had just arrived down the stairs. They both started mumbling to each other, Mr. Harlington joined in on their conversation too. After talking for a while they all turned to look at me.
“Enough with the staring already! So, if this is real, why am I here? But keep this in mind that I need more proof to believe you. This is probably some hidden camera show. Where are all the camera’s hidden then? I can’t see any so they must be hidden very well.” I refused to believe what they were saying. Mrs. Maison walked up towards me and looked me up and down, as if she was inspecting me.
“Can I help you?” I asked,
“Your tall and have light skin.” was all she said. “and so what?” I replied. “Black hair and black eyes, they reflect your heart no?”
“And if they do? I have a black heart. As black as it gets, so I’d advise you not to get on my bad side.” I sneered at this crazy old lady who was really starting to creep me out.
“Learn some manners before you pick a fight with me young one.” Mrs. Maison’s voice sounded angry.
“Whatever old lady.” was all I could say to get her bone chilling voice out of my head. “Now you will be staying at my house for a while so I’ll have plenty of time to teach you.” “What the hell. I’m not going to some creepy old house where you’ll probably keep me locked under some stairs and only feed me water and mouldy bread.” Mrs. Maison slapped me right round the face. She looked like she could kill me.
“Okay, okay, no need to get all angry. I’m coming.” I put my hand over my cheek, it stung a lot. I think I was to surprised that someone actually had slapped me, back in Inglewood everyone would stay away from me. I was what they called an outcaste of society. Imprint

Publication Date: 09-21-2011

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