Abby Diamond’s Timeless Adventures Part 1

“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.”
Albert Einstein

by Kristie Smith-Armand, M.Ed, CTVI

Chapter One- “Not Without Your Daughter”

Hi! Welcome to more adventures with me, Yours Truly, Girl Detective, etc., etc., etc., the one and only- Abby Diamond.

It was at the end of the summer, and it was almost time for me to go back to school. Not that I minded school; I actually loved seeing my friends and being on a schedule. However, what I do not like is waking up with the roosters after sleeping my life away all summer, but like it or not, school was on its way. Ahhh, good times!

My mom and Grandmother Elizabeth were going traveling a few hours away to Salado to shop, hang out, shop, shop, shop, so I was not going to let them get away without taking me. I heard them talking about going to Salado in the kitchen one day when I was passing through with a handful of chips.

“Mom, let’s go down to Salado and go to our favorite shop that has the different rooms filled with home décor,” my mom said enthusiastically to my Grandmother Elizabeth.

If you remember, my Grandmother Elizabeth is my mom’s mother, and she is blind like me. I inherited her eye condition, and we are true soul mates in more than just one way.

“Caroline, what a great idea!” Grandmother Elizabeth squealed sounding more like a seventh grader than an old lady. She is old in years, but not in anything else. I want to be just like her when I’m her age.

“When are we leaving?” I asked as I walked through the kitchen. Silence.

“I said when are WE leaving?” I repeated.

“Well, Abby,” my mom began slowly. “I was thinking that Grandmother Elizabeth and I would go, and you could have ‘the gang’ over and help your father watch Chip.”

“Nope!” I said emphatically.

“Here she goes with her stubborn streak, Mother,” my mom said as though I was not standing right next to her.

“Hello! I am right here,” I said.

“Okay, Abby. Mom is it okay if your Siamese twin goes with us?” I ignored the snide remark and kept my smart mouth closed because I wanted to go to the sleepy little town of Salado.

“Why, certainly, Caroline. We wouldn’t have nearly as much fun without our crazy girl,” Grandmother Elizabeth laughed.

“Weeeeee! Yaaahooo!” I yelled. “I’ve saved up money from doing chores and my birthday, so when are we leaving ladies?”

“Tomorrow soon enough for you?” Mom laughed. “I’m packing now,” I said and meant it. I ran up the stairs knocking Chippy down on the way up, apologized and kept running to my overnight bag.

I called Alison as soon as I got up to my room. Alison and I put Andrea and Neils on the call, so that we could have our daily gossip session.

“Hey Guys! I’m going to Salado with the old ladies and shop. I told them I was bringing my birthday money, but Grandmother Elizabeth never lets me pay for anything. Gosh, I love that woman.”

“You are crazy!” teased Andrea. “Where are you staying?”

“A really cool bed and breakfast right beside the shops. We stayed there once and it is an old mansion with creepy old steps, an air condition unit and squeaky floors. I loved it!” I beamed.

“Abby, are you going to use your fired-up imagination and pretend there are ghosts or something like that?” Alison laughed.

“Mmmmaaaayyybeeee,” I teased.

“Abby, why do you want to go with them?” Neils questioned. “I mean, your mom and Grandmother Elizabeth are really cool and fun, but wouldn’t you rather stay here with us?”

“Well, yes and no. You, see, Neils, if I stay here and hang out with y’all when Mom’s gone, guess who becomes numero uno babysitter? You don’t think my dad is going to play with Chippy all day, do you?” I said. “Plus, I am going shopping all day every day for two days!”

“Oh, yes. The ‘s’ word,” teased Andrea.

We talked on the phone for another forty-five minutes, and Alison told us about Jaxson and his new girlfriend, Penny.

“Penny?” Neils questioned. “Is it a girl or a coin?” We laughed and laughed and really laughed when Alison continued to tell us about Penny.

“My Aunt Blake’s dog is named Penny,” I laughed. “She’s perfect for Jaxson and is as tough as he is.”

"Who the girl or the dog?” I teased.

"Abby, you are really bad sometimes. I am talking about the girl of course. She was nice when I met her at the park the other day,” Alison continued, “but I would not want to mess with her. She has that look like she might take you down quickly if you looked at her the wrong way, and she corrects Jaxson’s English all the time. I heard her say, “Jaxson, stop sounding like an idiot. There ‘ain’t’ no such word as ‘aint’.” Jaxson just stands there like a goofus and grins. I think he’s in love,” Alison stated.

That was ‘TMI’ for me. You know, too much information, so I got off the phone and began to pack.

Chapter Two- “Salado, Texas”

Even though we were only going to be gone for two days, I packed enough clothes to last for five days. I took my smaller purse, so that I could carry all the bags I wanted, wore my hair up in a high ponytail, shorts, t-shirt and flip-flips, so that I would stay as cool as possible out in the Texas summer heat.

When we arrived in Salado after our two- hour drive, I was famished, so we went straight to my favorite place to eat in Salado, “The Tea Room”. It is decorated with beautiful hats and clothes that the owner lets Grandmother Elizabeth and me feel of every time we go there. I love how they serve you these cheese crackers that are homemade and actually made from Rice Krispy cereal.

“Yum,” I said aloud after I began eating my chicken salad sandwich, cold sweet tea and chips.

“You said it,” Grandmother Elizabeth and mom echoed.

After we ate, we toured the shop and Mom looked while we touched all of the cool things. Mom simply walks in front of us and we trail each other like elephants holding on to each other’s tails. We laughed hard because Mom said we were getting the stares, and I loved it. I love for people to stare at me. I know it sounds weird, but one day I want to be a famous writer or actress, I will be prepared for the day when I will be a superstar.

We walked from shop-to-shop and were having the best time ever. I didn’t buy much, but I was having so much fun feeling, smelling and touching everything in sight. I bumped into the cutest little three-year-old named, Peyton.

“Are you blind?” she asked me innocently.

“Yes, my grandmother and I are both blind. We cannot see, but we learn other ways.”

“I like you. You pretty,” Peyton said to me. After she said that I liked her, too.

“Thank you,” I said. “I can’t see you, but I know you are pretty because you are so sweet,” I said to her.

“Bye, bye,” Peyton said when her mother took her small hand. “Tell Abby bye,” Peyton’s mother said to me sweetly.

After we walked to a few more shops, my mom told Grandmother Elizabeth and me about a cool old bookstore on the corner, so we stopped in to take a look.

“It smells like old junk in here,” I snorted.

“That’s good ‘ol junk, Abby,” my grandmother teased.

I could feel and smell old books all over the place, but I was really fascinated by an old phone that I felt sitting on a table by itself.

“Is this a phone?” I questioned.

“Oh, yes, Abby,” my mother began. “It’s a phone like the ones I had growing up. Let me have your finger, and I’ll show you how to dial on a phone.”

My finger began swinging around on the old dial while I laughed.

“Wow. This is so cool. What color is it?” I asked.

“It’s a black one just like the one I had growing up,” Mom said.

“Mother, look at the phone that Abby found. It looks just like the one that we had.”

“Oh, Caroline. I can feel of the old dials, and it brings back so many happy memories. I can still remember our number. It was 391-0840,” Grandmother Elizabeth said.

While my mom and grandmother began looking around in another room, and I began to dial the phone number for kicks. My finger dialed to the right 391-0840 while it made an skkkk-skkkkk-skkkkk-skkkk sound.

Imagine my surprise when I heard a small voice from the other end of the telephone say, “Hello”.

Chapter Three- “Timeless Voices”

“Hello?” I questioned. “Who is this?” I was stunned. One reason was that the phone I was holding was not connected, the second reason was the phone number I dialed had not been in service for over thirty years.

“Hi. My name is Caroline. Who is this?” The voice on the other end said.

I listened for my mom and grandmother, and I could hear them engaged in a long conversation with the store- owner.

“My name is Abby. My mother’s name is Caroline. How old are you?” I asked confused

“I am eleven. I like the name Abby,” the voice on the other side said. “Hold on, Abby. I need to help my mom. She’s blind and needs help finding a spice. Hold on.” I gasped and waited.

“Okay. I’m back. My mother was born blind, but I have perfect eyesight, so far. My mom does not let not seeing get in her way though,” Caroline laughed.

“Caroline. My grandmother is blind, too. Her name is Elizabeth,” I whispered.

“That’s weird. That’s my mother’s name,” Caroline stated, and then the phone went dead.

“Abby, who are you talking to?” my mom asked as soon as I hung up the phone.

“Nobody, Mom. I was pretending to talk to someone from the past,” I choked and hoped I sounded authentic.

“Mom,” I continued. “Can I buy this phone?”

“Abby, you don’t want that old dusty thing, do you?” Mom questioned.

“Yes, I really do. It is just like the phone you use to have, and I think it would look so cool in my room,” I pleaded.

“Well, okay. If that’s what you want,” Mom added.

Honestly, I was a little afraid of the phone, but I could not resist and could hardly wait to be alone with the phone again. The rest of the afternoon we shopped until all of the little shops were closed down. I was looking around in one little shop and could not get my mind off of the conversation I had with a girl my age named Caroline.

That night my mom, grandmother and I went outside to sit by the pool. The two grown-ups were so engaged in talking about Katy’s masters program, Chip, and Brennan that they were totally ignoring me, which was fine with me. I took the dusty old spooky phone and went inside of the hotel room.

“Hey Mom. I’m going inside and watching television and play with my new old phone.”

“Okay, Abby. Just keep the sliding glass door open a little.” I agreed, ran to my bag, pulled out the old phone and began to dial 391-0840.

“Hello,” a small voice answered.

“Caroline? It’s me, Abby,” I said.

“Hello Abby. Abby, I have to confess something. I know you are from the future. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.” I was too stunned to speak.

“Come on, Abby. How else could a phone from the past without chords ring a true number? You have dialed the past and you are talking to someone who is living in 1971. I’m eleven-years-old and I live with my mom who is blind.”

“Caroline, I have even more shocking news. I believe, too, that I am calling from the future, and I also believe that you are my mother.”

Just then my mother and Grandmother Elizabeth walked into the room, and Caroline hung up the phone.

“Abby, I could hear you talking to someone and thought for sure you were on your cell phone. I love how you still use your imagination even though you are in middle school.”

“She’s a writer, Caroline,” Grandmother Elizabeth said.

“Why, thank you, Ladies. Let’s hope one day I can use my imagination and write award -winning novels,” I teased.

“Well, let’s go eat at that wonderful barbecue place with the incredible pies,” my mom said.

“Say no more,” I yelled. I was pretending to be lighthearted and silly but was confused about what was really going on with the antique phone.

We ate dinner, went back to the hotel and fell asleep. Mom and I were in one bed and Grandmother Elizabeth was in the other. I wanted to tamper more with the phone but sleep overtook me, and I woke up the next morning ready to solve more of this mystery.

Chapter Four-“1971”

I could not wait to get home and actually be alone with my new old telephone, but Mom and Grandmother Elizabeth made us stop at the Czech bakery. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it is delicious, and I scoffed down two sandwiches before anyone could blink.

“Good thing you do not have a weight problem,” Mom and Grandmother Elizabeth chuckled. When we finally made it home, Chip ran up to me and begged me to play a new game that he and the neighborhood boys and my dad loved to play.

“Um, okay, Chippy. I’ll play with you this afternoon if you give me time to myself for a while. Okay?” I asked.

“Okay, Abby,” Chip said cheerfully. I finally made it into my room, shut the door, turned on music, so no one would think I was nuts talking into a very old phone and talking to a girl named Caroline from the past.

I picked up the dusty old phone and dialed 391-0840, and she answered.

“Abby, is this you?” Caroline asked.

“Yes, Caroline. It’s me. What is going on?” I questioned.

“Well, Abby, how do I break this to you? I believe that I am your mother, Caroline, but I am still a little girl in the past. For some reason, the phone is connecting us across time. I don’t understand it, but I can’t wait to find out all about my daughter, Abby,” Caroline said.

“Caroline. You will marry an awesome man named Jacob who is my dad. You will have an older daughter, older than me, named Katy and then you will have a younger son, Chip, in your early forties.”

“Oh, my gosh! Am I happy and how do I make my living? Am I a nurse, movie star, novelist?” she asked with anticipation.

“Well, you are a mom and a school teacher and are great at both jobs. We live in a really big house now, but at one time we were without much money. However, we have always been a happy family,” I stated.

“How did we make our money?” Caroline asked.

“Dad is going to work for your mother’s husband, Harry St. Claire.”

“Harry St. Claire? He hasn’t shown up, yet. My father has passed away, so I hope He’s nice,” Caroline cried.

“He’s very nice and very, very rich, so trust me, you’ll do fine. Caroline, what are you watching? I hear a fuzzy TV in the background?”

“I’m watching a great television show that is new. It is called The Brady Bunch, and it has three girls and three boys that are a new family since each of their parents just got married,” Caroline said.

“Wow! I know that show,” I grinned.

“Abby, I hear my mom coming, but I have a quick question. Is the public library still on Main Street?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?” I wanted to know.

“Meet me in the biography section tomorrow after school. I’ll be the younger, younger version of myself. Hahaha,” Caroline laughed and then abruptly hung up.

I was so ansy waiting on the three o’clock bell to sound. I could not believe what was happening. I was really going to meet my mother when she was my age after school. My friend Laura leaned over and asked, “What’s going on, Abby? You have a huge grin stretched across your face.” Laura had beautiful dark hair, brown eyes and porcelain skin. Laura and I became friends this year while we both struggled through understanding our Spanish teacher.

Laura looked over at me and said something that totally took me by surprise, “Abby, did you know that my mom and your mom went to elementary and middle school together back in the day?”

“No way!” I said. “That is so cool!” I said excitedly.

“Yeah, I saw a picture of the two of them rolling down a huge hill and then landing in a pile of clovers. My mom, Lisa, said they were looking for three-leaf clovers but didn’t find any, so why are you grinning?” she asked. I said nothing for a minute and then whispered, “I hope one day I can tell you.”

My life has always been so cool but not like it was going to be after school. After Mrs. Groggs, aka, Senorita Groggs, finally stopped speaking, I was racing to the door.

“Watch out, Speed Racer,” laughed Neils. “Neils, I have a secret to tell you and the gang, and y’all better not think I’m nuts,” I laughed.

“Think? We already know you’re crazy.” Neils teased.

“See you later, Friend. Neils, tell everyone to meet at the new restaurant tomorrow after school, and I will fill everyone in,” and then I raced out the door.

Chapter Five- “Time Passages”

After I got home from school, I changed into my blue jeans, my new tennis shoes and a sparkled red t-shirt.

“Mom, I’m going to the library and read for awhile,” I shouted and wanted to add, “See you back in 1971ish”.

I raced to the library and waited in the biography section and waited some more. Thirty minutes later, I was still waiting and wondering if I had dreamt this whole scene or used my overactive imagination once again to the extreme. Right when I was about to pick up my backpack and head home I heard a young girl’s voice, “Hi Abby. It’s me- Caroline.” My jaw dropped!

“Caroline? Your voice sounds like mine. Is it really you?”

“Yes, Abby, it’s me. However, I don’t think you would like what I am wearing from the 70’s nor can I figure out why you are wearing fake diamonds,” she laughed.

“Tell me what you are wearing!” I begged.

“I have on jeans that are low jeans similar to yours but my jeans have snaps on them. I have on a t-shirt that says, ‘Coke is the Real Thing’ and my long brown hair is parted down the middle of my forehead.”

“Wow! That is so cool!” I began and then stopped talking because before I could utter another word Jaxson showed up. Yes, folks, right here in the biography section Jaxson stood between my eleven-year-old mother and me.

“Hey! Abbbbyyyy-Can ya set me up with your friend?” Jaxson the slime ball squeaked out.

“Gross! Jaxson, get away from her before I let you have it!” I screamed.

“Jealous, huh?” the big- headed Jaxson said. “Eeeeck! Now go. This is my cousin. Now scoot! She has a very mean brother who will beat you up if you don’t get out of here.” I loudly stated.

“Okay, okay! Abster, cool your jets. I ain’t gonna fight nobody for no girl.”

“Is the red neck gone?” I asked.

“Yes, and Abby, please tell me he isn’t your boyfriend,” Caroline laughed.

“Hey Caroline, thank you for letting me come. Wow! She is beautiful and looks just like you,” a voice said.

“Who did you bring, Caroline?” I asked.

“Well, you know Laura who is in your class? Well, you told me about her and then I put two and two together. Lisa is Laura’s mother,” Caroline squealed. “Coooooool, and Laura told me the same thing!” I said. “Can I bring her with me here one day?” I asked.

“Probably not a good idea right now but later, okay?”

“Sure Caroline. I am just so happy about meeting you in person. Why are meeting here in the ‘Biography’ section?” I asked.

“Abby, reading is so important as is history. History tells us about past events that affect us even today. I have some magic powers now to allow you to actually meet some famous authors from the past. Who would you like to meet first?” Caroline asked.

“Really?” I asked. “Well, there are many, so I do not know how to pick just one,” I lamented. ,

“Don’t worry, Abby. This year you will meet them all,” Caroline beamed.

“Awesome!” I yelled. “How about Beatrix Potter, Hans Christian Anderson, Anne Frank, Mark Twain and Jane Austen for starters. We’re doing so much reading in Mrs. Trammell’s room on famous writers, so this should give my partner, Laura and me a chance to know even more than the other kids in the class,” I smiled and continued, “What happens next?” I asked.

Caroline began, “Abby, say the infamous words from one of the tales of Peter Rabbit: “Don’t go in Mr. McGregor’s garden; your father had an accident there and was put into Mrs. McGregor’s pie.”

“Really?” I asked. “Weird but okay.”

I closed my eyes and repeated the words softly in case old nutty Jaxson was nearby.

“Don’t go in Mr. McGregor’s garden; your father had an accident there and was put into Mrs. McGregor’s pie.”

I felt strange and began to feel dizzy. I could feel my body float up to the top of the ceiling and land on very soft grass. ‘Bump’, I landed and heard a voice of a young girl named Beatrix.

“Hello,” Beatrix said, her accent sounding like the characters from the Sound of Music. Of course, Abby thought, Beatrix Potter was from England.

Beatrix continued, “What is your name? Is that a cane? Or you blind?” Geez this girl could talk.

“Abby, yes and yes,” I grinned. “Are you really Beatrix Potter?” I asked.

“Oh, yes! I live here. If you could see you would witness a huge obnoxious house behind us,” Beatrix grinned.

“Abby, would you like to see my drawing room?” she asked.

“I would love that Beatrix!” I screamed with excitement.

“Abby, I don’t know if anyone will ever like my work, but I enjoy doing it so much, and since my mum won’t allow me to play with many other kids, the animals are my friends.”

“Beatrix, may I tell you a secret? I hope you do not think that I’m crazy when I tell you this,” I began.

“Oh, Abby. I already think you’re crazy because of the clothes on your back,” she laughed and we walked into an enormous house.

“Abby, wait to tell me your secret once we are inside my drawing room. My mum will already be asking so many questions about you. Here, put this on quickly before she tosses you out. You will be Lady Abigail from the states. You will be the daughter of royalty,” Beatrix began. Man, too bad old Jaxson couldn’t be here and scare the daylights out of Beatrix’s mother. I can just hear him now, “Hey Beatrix, where is your old lady? I bet she ain’t stepped outside that big ‘ol house in years.” We would all be tossed out and probably have the police called on us.

I put on a long soft dress. I could tell it was beautiful even though I could not see. I felt large beads and silk ruffles down the skirt part of the dress. Beatrix then added a beautiful hat and tied it around my neck.

“Beatrix, I am having so much fun already. I cannot wait to see your drawing room and tell you secrets about your life,” I laughed.

We were laughing when I heard Beatrix’s mother come inside.

“Beatrix, who is this girl? Is she blind?”

“Hello Mrs. Potter. My name is Lady Abigail and I am from the states here visiting my royal relatives,” I said cheerfully.

“You are, are you?” she asked inquisitively. I had a feeling that we were not fooling the elder Mrs. Potter, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to be here long, and I was going to take every advantage to learn about this amazing author who did not realize she was an author yet.

Chapter Six- “Peter Rabbit and Friends”

"Come on into my drawing room,” Beatrix begged.

“I can’t wait!” I said.

“Abby, may I see your hands?” After I agreed, Beatrix gently took my hands and allowed me to feel of her many of paintings of Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny and a funny paddle -duck named Jemima.”

“Beatrix, I have to tell you my secrets. I am from the future. Now, don’t think I’m crazy because I am telling you the truth. You will become a famous author. You will be rejected six times and then self-publish the books yourself. Next, someone will pick up your famous books and you will sell over forty-five million of them where they will be in forty-five languages!” I squealed.

“Abby, I hope you aren’t crazy because this is the best news ever!” Beatrix shouted.

“That’s not all, Beatrix. You will have your drawings on ceramics, furniture and on many other objects. You, Beatrix, will be rich and famous, but the best thing ever, is that children will continue to love your books for many many years to come.”

“Oh, Abby. Now that I know that information I will never be discouraged writing and drawing. I have thought many times that I am wasting my time, but you have given me confidence, and I will never stop writing and drawing. Abby, I am going to create a character named Lucy in Mrs. Tiggle-Wiggle and you will be Lucy.”

“Thank you, Beatrix!” I squealed.

“Abby, you must hurry and leave,” Beatrix yelled.

“Why Beatrix?” I asked.

“Because you can only stay here for a short while or you will be trapped forever.”

“Help me to return quickly,” I yelled.

“Here, hold my hands and repeat after me, ‘Flopsy, Mopsy and Peter Cotton-tail.” I repeated the words and whooooooooooosh- I was suddenly back in the library waiting to see Caroline and wearing my own clothes and not Beatrix’s dress.

While I waited on Caroline the librarian, Mrs. Reed approached me, “Abby, some little girl told me to give you this note in Braille.” I thanked Mrs. Reed and began reading the short letter. It simply said, “Dial the phone tomorrow at three-thirty and I’ll tell you what will happen next.”

That night I went to see the gang at Andrea’s house instead of the new restaurant. I told them my story and they got quiet.

“Abby, you need a hobby,” Andrea said flatly.

“Abby, you need a shrink,” Neils said.

“Oh, Abby, I don’t know what to think,” Alison bellowed.

“Abby, I think you are cool and can I go with you next time?” It was Jaxson with his big head sticking inside of Neils’ window.

“Go away, Jaxson!” we all screamed while Neils slammed the window shut.

“You just wait and see,” I said. “I’m going to teach all of you everything that I witness.”

“You do that, Abby,” Neils said. “In the meantime, can we stop talking so crazy and go play a game of goalball?”

Chapter Seven- “The Ugly Duckling”

It was last period and once again Laura and I were trying desperately to stay awake.

“Abby, can you tell me why you were grinning the other day?” Laura asked.

“Not yet, Laura, but hang in there. Who knows maybe you can go on an adventure with me soon.”

When the bell sounded, I raced outside and knocked down both Glen and Jaxson.

“Hey watch out!” screamed Jaxson and right on the money, Glen echoed, “Yeah, watch out!”

I laughed at the two goofballs and ran with my cane to my mom’s car.

“Why the hurry, Abby?” Mom asked. Like she didn’t know- or did she?

“Well, I really need to get to home before three-thirty because Jaxson is calling me and we are going to study.”

“Abby, since when does Jaxson study and since when do you want to help him?” my sly mother asked.

“Since, since…oh, just take me home quickly. I love to play with that old phone. Okay, Mom? I am so immature still but I just have to get home to that silly black phone.”

To my surprise, my mother began laughing.

“Oh, Abby, I hope you never change!” When we pulled up in the driveway I was already hopping out of the car using my cane as my guide.

I raced into my room and began to dial, 391-0840 and then I heard her voice.

“Abby, hi, it’s me Caroline.”

“I know, Caroline, and I am so glad to hear your voice. I just met Beatrix Potter and cannot wait to meet the next author. Caroline, one day I hope to be a famous writer myself.”

“Abby, I know you are going to be someone special. Wait a minute, you already are.”

Caroline and I laughed really hard and then she began telling me about her school and how they still used old large fans and that there was no air conditioner in the entire school. She, too, was shocked when I told her that our school (where she would one day teach) had air, heat, carpet and computers. Caroline was stunned and did not know what a computer was.

“Okay, tomorrow will be your day to meet another famous author, Hans Christian Anderson. He wrote several classics like, The Ugly Duckling, The Princess and the Pea and many more. Just go to the Biography section once again right after school tomorrow. When you get there, stand in the corner by large globe. Say the following words and be ready to met one of the most famous writers of all times.”

“What are the words?” I asked.

“I never dreamed of such happiness like this when I was an ugly duckling.”

“Okay, Caroline. I can’t wait to meet one of the greats!”

After a really long and tedious day, I dashed outside to get to the library but was basically stopped by my friends.

“Abby, why do you keep running away from us? Are you mad or have you gone nuts?” Neils barked.

“I told you guys what happened and none of you believe me. I’m on my way to the library now to meet one of the greatest children’s authors of all times- Hans Christen Anderson.”

“Oh, I get it now,” laughed Alison. “You and Laura are in Mrs. Trammell’s reading class learning about all the famous authors. You are really using your imagination for this one,” Alison laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it. May I please call everyone later? I have to get to the library,” I said excitedly.

“Abby is a nerd, Abby is a nerd,” teased Neils.

“You better watch it, Andrea Neil,” I scolded.

“Wow! You are pulling out the big guns now,” teased Neils. “Okay, Abby, call us later and tell Hans hello for me,” Neils continued.

After the gang kept me waiting I had only five minutes to get to the library. Thank goodness it was next door to the school. When I got inside I raced back to the Biography section and said the following words, ‘I never dreamed of such happiness when I was an ugly duckling,’ and then poof, I began floating to the ceiling, spinning and landed right beside the greatest storytellers of all time- Hans Christen Anderson.

“Hello,” a cheery voice said to me.

“Hello,” I answered back. “Are you the great Hans Christen Anderson?” I asked.

“I am Hans Christen Anderson, but I do not know about the ‘great’ part,” he chuckled. “What is your name?” he asked.

“My name is Abby. I don’t want to scare you but I am from the future. I know things that will knock your socks off,” I stated.

“That’s funny, Abby, ‘knock my socks off, eh?”

“How old are you now?” I asked.

“I am fourteen-years-old, and I can see that you are blind. If you could see me then you would not think I was so great. For a teen, I am much taller than my classmates who consider me not so intelligent. I work as a tailor, so that I can take care of myself. I am suppose to be some part of royalty here in Denmark, but who knows if that’s true.”

“Kids your age consider you dumb and unattractive?” I asked. I was thinking how bullies pick on the ones who are truly remarkable people and who are creative and extremely gifted.

“Yes. I am often times hit by the schoolmaster because he thinks I am not very intelligent. The other kids laugh at nose all the time,” he said sadly. “I love to sing soprano and absolutely could not live without writing poetry and telling stories,” he spoke more lively this time.

End of Part 1 - Next week Part 2


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