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Meet a boy.
Is it real or just a dream?
Katie’s everyday life suddenly turns exciting when she travels back in time and meets the boy of her dreams. Thinking of nothing else, willing to leave the real world behind, she’s determined to find out if it’s all a dream or not. Returning again and again, Katie almost has her answers until one day her precious book goes missing.
It was close to midnight when Katie’s mom came in to say good night. “Good night, sweet girl,” she said and placed a book on Katie’s nightstand. “Here’s something to read. It may help put you to sleep.”
“What is it?”
“Some romantic historical fiction. Just an old book I had. You loved to read when you were young, but I thought it was a little grown up for you back then. You’re just the right age to read it now.”
“Oh thanks. Good night.”
She glanced at the book on the nightstand and went back to what she was doing. What am I doing?
She looked at her webpage every ten minutes, updated her profile and watched some dumb short films people posted online. She sent texts to her father, Linds, Ty, Jordyn and a few school friends plus planned her outfits for tomorrow. Katie looked at the book again.
She didn’t read books anymore. What’s my mother thinking?
Katie wasn’t really tired though. If the book could help put her to sleep, she’d give it a try. It was old but well taken care of. One could tell it was read many times as she flipped through the pages of the black leather book. Katie opened to chapter one and began reading.
Suddenly, there was a banging on her door. “Miss Kathryn, time to get up! You overslept. Get up!”
Katie turned over in the bed. Sun streamed into the room from the window.
Overslept? She thought. Was Mrs. Johnson calling me?
She got up, stumbled to the door and opened it. Although Katie was still groggy, she could tell something wasn’t right. She looked to the left, and saw a long hallway with three more closed doors on her side, and then a large open doorway to what looked like a kitchen on the other side. She looked to the right, and there stood Mrs. Johnson.
“Oh, MiMi...Mrs. Johnson! What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on, missy. You’re going to be late for work. And you youngsters have got to get my name right. It’s Mrs. Johansson. YO-hon-sen!”
Katie blinked. She turned and looked at her room, then gasped. It was very sparse: bed on a metal frame, a dresser with a pitcher and bowl on it and a braided rug on the floor.
I must be dreaming. She pinched herself. “Ouch!” She looked forlornly at Mrs. Johnson…Mrs. Johansson. She does look younger than Mrs. Johnson, Katie admitted and said, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Mrs. Johansson laughed. “You city girls.” She pointed down the hall.
“The one that takes you outside, Miss Kathryn. Just keep on walking and you’ll see a little house. It’s called an outhouse. Does that ring a bell?”
Oh, yes. It rang a bell alright. Katie was in Girl Scouts for awhile, and went away for an overnight summer camp. The camp had an outhouse. After that trip, Katie was a Girl Scout no more. “Yuck!” she screamed.
“Before you go out there, go fill this up in the kitchen and put it in your room.”
Mrs. Johansson handed Katie the large ceramic pitcher. Katie decided to do as she was told. She went into the kitchen and saw a large pump over what appeared to be the kitchen sink. Mrs. Johansson stood in the doorway. “Start pumping,” she laughed.
Born and raised in Northeast Ohio, Nancy currently resides in Mentor, Ohio with her husband and their college-age son, plus a delightfully entertaining lovebird. She secretly wrote short stories as a child, typed them up and put them in a drawer. She’d give anything to see those stories one more time. Her writing is influenced by all the years of working with young people as a teacher and raising her own son. When not writing, Nancy loves to travel with her husband and enjoys a good cup of tea.
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