I suppose if you haven't told anyone about this journal yet, you deserve to know our names.
My name is Hazel Matthews and his name is Greyson James.
"Hazeeeeel thisss wasss a terrrible ideaaaa," was the last thing I heard Greyson say to me before the electricity, shaking and whirring had numbed my senses and everything became black.
I awoke, and the sky I looked up at when my eyes opened, was almost pitch black.
"Greyson!" I yelled, sitting up.
He was sitting up as well, rubbing his eyes, as confused as I was.
As soon as I sat up, I realized how out of breath I was. And when I sat up, it was a bit of a struggle.
I looked down at my body, to find a light blue dress on. I stood still confused, and helped Greyson to his feet.
"Where are we?" Greyson inquired looking around.
"I have no idea," I said looking to the dirt road we now stood on "this is certainly not my grandmother's basement."
All of a sudden, Greyson burst out laughing.
"What?"
"Look at what you're wearing, ive never seen you wear a dress before, except for to church."
I looked down again, now fully noticing the detail of the dress. The dress was light blue, and had a waistline above my waist by a few inches, and a skirt that reached just below my ankles. It had small poofy sleeves and had a transparent fabric, that had small blue flowers near the hem, that covered over the blue. It had a scooped neckline, and I wore little dainty blue shoes on my feet.
"This is quite unnerving," I said under my breath "take a look at yourself Grey."
He looked down at his outfit, that was completely different than his normal attire. He wore slacks, with a vest, white shirt and boots.
He looked similar to a newsie, but more like a farmer.
I had moment to realize that under my garment I was probably wearing a corset, and that is why I was so out of breath.
"I can't breathe, I'm pretty sure I'm wearing a corset, and it is very uncomfortable."
We looked around, and quite a bit away, were the lights of a manor.
"We should head for the house down there, maybe we can be directed to a town or something, and figure what is going on," Greyson said very sensibly.
"I agree that sounds like a good idea."
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The Companions of Time
General FictionYou must not question the story you are about to read. That is if you are courageous enough to in fact read it. It has been pieced together through diary entries, court cases, and the memories of a mad man. It was cast off as the babbling of oral tr...
