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A free to read story, for children of any age, including 100+
You’re a Time Traveller? By Janet L Davies
Josh thought Leo was a good friend, but he did come out with funny things. He was telling Josh an unbelievable secret.
“I time travel, back to my Victorian relatives. I’m going tomorrow, after school. We won’t be able to play as we usually do. I stay with them overnight.”
“Oh, come on Leo. What are you really doing, watching a film about Victorians, or something?”
“Just don’t tell anyone, Josh. It’s a secret. I’ve been doing it for years. I like to go and see my rellies, but I’m glad I live in this time.”
Josh left it at that. It was as if Leo really thought he could time travel.
They had been studying the Victorian era, at school. Had that put the idea in Leo’s head?
They had a test at the end of the history lesson. Leo got top marks. The teacher praised him. That made Josh have a think about what Leo had told him. If it was true, how would Leo travel?
Next evening Josh went round to Leo’s anyway.
He’d go around the back, peep through the hedge into their garden, maybe catch Leo out, playing in his den? He’d told his mum he was going to play with Leo. It was only a few doors down the road. He crept up to the gate, hidden behind the hedge and heard Leo’s Mum talking to him.
“Be very careful dear. Don’t hang about in the streets. If you don’t feel safe at all, come right back.”
“I will Mum, don’t worry. I know the area well and the great greats will look after me.”
“Alright dear. Here are your supplies for them. We couldn’t find any Victorian coins again. I think we were lucky to find those you took to them last time. There are some clothes from a charity shop that I thought might be suitable, and some sandwiches, in case you see a very poor person sitting in the street again. Mind they don’t attack you to get more food.”
“I’ll be very careful mum. You go in, I’ll start the sparks flying.”
Was Leo really going to travel back in time? It sounded like it from what he had overheard. The back door closed, and there was a bright light in the garden. Josh went to the gate and saw Leo in what looked like a rocket, a sizzling light coming from the back. Josh dived through the gate and jumped on board, just before Leo closed the door.
“Josh what are you doing? I don’t know if this will work. I’d already started to move through time when you got on, and it only takes one person as far as we know. You could end up in any time.”
The rocket was shaking and when Josh looked out, time was flashing in front of him, crowded buildings, cars moving, then less buildings and horse-drawn wagons, green fields. Suddenly the rocket was still, the bright light at the back went out, they were surrounded by bushes.
“Phew, we made it. You took a big risk, jumping on when I’d already started. I hope I can get you home again when it’s time. I don’t suppose you brought any food with you?”
Josh tapped his pockets.
“I’ve got a chocolate biscuit bar.”
“Well, you’ll have to live on it for a couple of days. I always bring some food for me, as well as for my great greats, as I call them. Too many greats if I tried to use the right number. I think it would be about four or five greats.”
Goodness, Josh didn’t even have great grandparents, now.
“Where are we, and how did you get that rocket thing?” he asked, looking around.
“I always land here. I can hide my rocket, till I’m ready to go home again. We found the Rocket, as I call it, hidden in the basement of our house, when we inherited it from my grandparents. Then we found a diary of my grandad's, describing how he had visited his ancestors, and how his father had done the same, and kept it secret, mostly because they didn’t think anyone would believe them.”
“Wow, I can see how they wouldn’t unless they had done it.”
“We need to walk across that field, into town. We’re on the edge of London. Josh, your wearing jeans and a t-shirt.” Leo said as he picked up the bags of food and clothes, locked the rocket and slipped the key carefully into his jacket pocket.
“What’s wrong with that? Oh, you're dressed in funny old clothes, like teacher showed us they used to wear.”
“It’s 1845 here, and you’re going to get funny looks.”
Josh helped carry some bags. The streets were filthy and stank.
“Why all this mess, phore it pongs?”
A horse and cart passed by and the horse added to the dung on the street.
“Thanks for answering that, horse.” Leo laughed.
“Why are all those kids sitting on the pavement?”
“They are too poor to live anywhere else. Either their parents have died or kicked them out because they can’t afford to feed them.”
Josh gasped, staring at them. One child looked even more starved and miserable than the rest. He was younger than the others. Leo paused and signalled to him with a shake of his head. The boy’s eyes lit up and he walked away from the others, following Leo and Josh.
When they were away from the other children, Leo took out some sandwiches his mum had packed and handed them to the boy, who gobbled them down so fast, looking around, afraid others would come and snatch them off him.
“Thank you so much, sir.”
Leo led Josh to a small house, where he knocked on the door.
“Your Greats have got a home then.”
“Yes, small, for how many people live here.”
An old lady in a ragged dress that went down to the ground opened the door.
“Oh Leo, you have called on us again. How nice to see you.”
“This is my friend Josh, great great grandmama Alice.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir.” She shook Josh’s hand, and invited them in. There was no one else there, except a toddler.
“I brought you some food.” Leo said, emptying the bags he’d brought with him.
“Oh, Leo, those so costly cans of food you bring, some vegetables, and bread and cheese. What is that?”
“It’s a carton of milk. It’s in something we use in the twenty-first century.”
“Oh dear, your friend’s always telling us he’s come from the future.” She laughed. “Thanks for all this food Leo. You are so good to us.”
More family members came home as the evening drew on. The parents and nine other children, who had various jobs, most of them in a factory, a younger girl, only about four, sweeping the roads for ladies to walk across without getting their gowns dirty, one boy, younger than Josh and Leo, polished upper-class people’s shoes and ran errands. They did work hard and were excited to see Leo, though it didn’t sound as if any of them believed he had come from the future. More as if he was a distant, better off relative.
Great grandad, however many greats he was to Leo, came home looking exhausted and sweaty from a long day on a farm.
“This is getting too much, I’m Fifty.” He mumbled as he washed in a bowl of water his daughter had put out for him.
Fifty! He looked more like ninety, Josh thought. He guessed that people hadn’t lived very healthy lives and aged more quickly here.
“I need the toilet. Where is it, Leo?” Josh asked.
“Down the end of the garden.” He pointed where he meant.
There was a very small shed with a deep hole in the ground. It stank. Josh was glad he only needed a pee. The family ate what Josh thought was a small meal, but they thought it was a feast, thanks to Leo. They were all crowded together, the children taking it in turn to bath in a tub, using the same water. When it was bedtime, Josh was shocked to find that they all shared one room. The house had one room downstairs and one upstairs. There were sixteen of them, including Leo and Josh, all squashed in one room and on the landing at the top of the stairs.
“Lucky aren’t we. Next door had to take in lodgers. There are twenty-two of them now. We are only fourteen when you two aren’t here.” Grandma Alice said, with a contented smile on her face.
“Isn’t Granny clever to be able to count. She’s trying to teach the rest of us, when there’s time.” One of the children said.
Leo propped himself up on the landing, Josh joined him, along with two other children and great grandad, who snored loudly all night. Josh knew that for a fact, unable to sleep much himself, what with the snoring, rats running around, and thinking about all this. He'd really travelled back in time and how different it was.
In the morning, Leo helped wash some clothes, scrubbing them in a bucket of water, warmed over the fire. Josh joined in, boring as it was. They hung them out. Then Leo said they could have a quick walk around the streets, as everyone was at work now, including Great Granny Alice, who did laundry for someone.
Horses were pooing and weeing almost none stop, well not the same horse, of course There were lots of them going up and down. The air was cloudy with smoke and made them both cough. There were several shops, women walking by with baskets of pies and things, trying to sell them. They came up to Leo many times trying to persuade him to buy from them.
“They think I’m wealthy because my clothes are in good condition, and we are'nt working, like most kids our age are, at this time of day.”
A boy offered to sweep a path across the road for them, his day-long job, pushing dung out of the way.
“I have no coins on me.” Leo said.
Then a nasty voice close to them said,
“I bet you have, posh looking boy like you. Give it here.”
He snatched hold of Leo and rummaged through his pockets, while Leo screamed and tried to free himself. Josh was dodging around, hitting the man, and getting pushed away. The man pulled Leo’s jacket right off him and was about to run away, others watching and a lady screamed.
“The key, to the rocket.” Leo gasped.
Josh stuck his foot out, catching the thief’s ankle, and he fell over. Josh grabbed the jacket and they ran away, back to the house. The jacket was covered in smelly dung, but the rocket key was still in the pocket.
“Well done Josh. If you hadn’t been with me, I’d have been stuck here, for the rest of my time.”
“So would I.” Josh laughed. He was so glad he didn’t have to stay there. Well, he hoped that he didn’t. What if something went wrong when Leo tried to transport them back? They tried to de-dung the jacket, washing it in a bucket, then Leo left it for the children to use.
Soon it was time to return to the twenty-first century.
They reached the rocket, Leo unlocked it and they got inside and he pushed buttons.
“It’s not working. Leo gasped. Then the view changed and the rocket started shaking. The view changed rapidly, flashing through centuries. Then they were back in Leo’s garden. They both sighed with relief, as they climbed out.
“It doesn’t usually shake, and it flashes from one time to the other, when I go on my own.We’re lucky to have made it."
Leo’s mum came out and hugged them both.
“I saw you had climbed in Josh. I was so worried about you both, afraid you would get stuck in some other age.”
“How long have we been gone? My parents will be frantic.” Josh said.
“I told your mother Leo was going to visit some relatives, and you’d followed him. I said you had jumped onto the train, and it had left before we could stop you. A bit of a white lie, about a train.”
Josh didn’t think he’d go back to Victorian time again, glad he lived in this age, and not wanting to risk getting trapped there. He would like to send some food or whatever, with Leo, next time he was going back.
His mum was cross with him, when he got home.
“I really didn’t know how far away Leo was going. Sorry, Mum.”
“You smell Josh. Go and shower and put all your clothes to wash. Then you can tell me what you got up to.”
Josh was very glad to clean up, and tried to work out what he would tell his mum. If he told her the truth, she would never believe it.
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