One Big Secret.

Arile Fisher.
Let's describe her in Sim traits, shall we?

Grumpy, oh no doubt especially when she doesn't get her Ice-coffee from McDonald's.

Loner, while her two older siblings are party goers, she sits in her room, staring at her computer screen, which is almost always on Tumblr.
Clumsy, you know sponge bob's cousin? Yeah, thats her.

Loser, the only thing she can win is "how fast can you eat your dinner?"
which of course isn't a bad thing, to some people.
And finally, bookworm. You can always find her nose in a book, or on her phone reading a book.

Now, let's to the point.
Arile has a secret, a BIG secret.

I'm talking mumbo-jumbo drink size's at the State Fair.

Behind the bookshelf in her room, is a secret passage-way.
Oh yeah, the whole Nancy Drew package right here.

Now in that secret room is
a big machine.

Not what you were expecting right?

Well guess what?
That machine is a time machine.


8. Chapter 8: Closet Full Of Secrets

enjoy yo

🎵Arile's P.O.V🎵


I surprisingly stuttered out. 

"W-what?"  The oddly dressed man mocked.

I finally made my back-bone and stood up for myself.

"Shouldn't you be in an asylum because I'm pretty sure, you're nutter than a fruit cake."

Yes, yes. 

I know it might seem weak but it was the best I could come up with.

Narrowing his dark eyes, he stood up raising his hand as if he were to strike me.

Me, of course, flinched.

Thankfully, he put his hand back at his side and clenched it.

"My name is William Tater." 

"Oh, uh, mine is Arile Fisher." 

William studied my eyes, like he was trying to find any emotion in them. 

There was one thing he could find in my eyes.

Fear and confusion.

A very bad mix if you ask me.

"Are you ready to go?" 

William's voice interrupted my thoughts.

Is he serious?

"You seriously expect me to think we're actually traveling back into time to stop England's Dark Day?" 

Will scoffed. 

"Get in the damn bloody closet." 

"What?" "Why?" 

Two questions I should have never asked.

Now thinking back I should have called the police.

"Because you wench, the way we go back into time is in your closet." 

He smirked and jumped into my closet.

Slowly, I put on my sneakers and made my way to my closet door.

I quickly opened the door to find no strangely dressed man lying on the ground.

I spread apart my clothes hanging from hangers to see if he was hiding and just was a drunk man.

No drunk man to find. 

"This is so stupid."

I mumbled to myself.


Odd enough, I found myself still standing there wondering if he was telling the truth.

I shook my head, now I was acting dumb.

But you know what?

I backed away from my closet, door still wide open.

Ran to it.

I, Arile Fisher, did the most dumbest but smartest thing I could ever think of.

I jumped into my closet.

Not finding my face full of carpet.

I was tumbling through time.

i tried to make this chapter extra long bc its a rainy day !!
yay !!!


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