Going Home

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Going Home Morgan L. Bradley-Fricke Franklin Regional Middle School Genre: Romance, Adventure, Fiction Warning: This game does include slight gore, mention of serial killers, and cuteness Welcome Reader You have entered the landscape of my mind. My mindscape if you will. In this journal, you will find my deepest, darkest secrets and how they will effect you after you read. Spooky, huh? Well, if your too chicken, I'd stop reading now. Oh, we have a brave one, ladies and gents! Are you sure you want to keep reading? If yes, click [[here]]

I suppose it's only fitting if I introduce myself. My name is Doctor Alexandra Hawkins, but I go by Alex. I used to work for Kings Institute Assylum as a psychologist for some of the greatest psychotic minds out there, such as the Zodiac Killer, the Unabomber, Jeffery Dahmer, and many others. I am only thirty-five, although I feel as if I have lived many life times. I know, I even sound old. You, Reader, seem young though. Only around your teens, huh? Thought so. Anyway, I won't keep you here for too long. I assume you still have school, work, or some other book you want to read that you didn't randomly pick up at a GoodWill. How did I know? Personally, I don't even know how I know certain things. It's like a gut feeling. End of Chapter One. "Wait, what? It just ends there?" Mike asks, ripping the book from Andrea's hands. "Wicked! Doctor Alexandra Hawkins sounds so cool!" Josh shouts, peering over Mike's shoulder. "Uh, you guys?" Andrea whispers. The boys heads whip around to stare at her. "There's a puddle of ink just dripping off the spine of the book." She said shakily, pointing at the growing pile of ooze on Mike's white linolium floor. "Oh my gosh... Uh okay, this is creepy...." Josh said, inching away from the black, slimey substance. "Should we call someone? We should call some one!" Mike cried out, grabing his iPhone X. "Who would we call?" Andrea exclaimed. "Don't you dare Josh!" "Sorry..." Mike dropped his phone as he shrieked. "Mike? What's wrong?" Josh questioned his friend who was as pale as a sheet. "T-The ooze....is forming into a...." "Ooze? I'll beg your parden, but I'm a human being just like you!" An indignant voice exclaimed. The three friends debated on what they should do. Should they [[turn around]] to face the ooze or [[run away]]?

Andrea counted down to three in her head before turning around to face the ooze person. The person was tall, Caucasian, had peircing blue eyes, and vibrant red hair. They were obviously female but wore a sweatshirt and jeans that seemed to be styled for a boy. She was also wearing glasses. Andrea finally found her voice, "Who are you? What are you?" "Alex Hawkins, age fourteen. I'm a memory fragment of the late Doctor Alexandria Hawkins, put into this journal for reasons unknown." Josh turned around at the mention of Alexandria Hawkins, "Wait! What do you mean by late? Is she dead?" "Yes and no. I am alive, but my seventy-three year-old self isn't," Alex said, eyes wandering throughout the basement. Her eyes landed on Mike and widened slightly. "Do I know you? You seem firmiliar." Mike shook his head, "No, I don't believe we've ever met." "No, I suppose not," Alex looked towards Andrea. "What year is it?" "What year do you think it is?" Andrea asked, confused. Alex shrugged, "1932? I don't know." "Alex, it's [[2018]]."

All three of them ran up the stairs into the kitchen. "Mom, Mom!" Mike shouted. "Honey, I'm a tad busy," Mrs. McCalister replied, pulling her phone away her ear. Mike scowled. "Where's Dad? Is he at work?" "Yes, dear. Now go back downstairs. You're making too much noise." Mike huffed and lead Andrea and Mike back downstairs, stomping the whole way down. Andrea paused on the last step, and looked toward the ooze person. She turned away and took a deep breath. "Okay, just [[turn around]]."

"Oh," Alex murmured, refusing to look at anybody. Mike placed a hand on her surprisingly bony shoulder, "Hey, maybe we can help. Do you know of anyone who knows you in the future? Er, now." The red head rocked back and forth on her heels, deep in thought. Josh sat down next to Andrea, who hasn't yet realized that she sat down. "So, do think we might be hullucinating? Because this seems fake to the ninth degree," Josh whispered to Andrea while playing with the tasseled pillow. "Maybe. But I've already pinched myself," Andrea replied, standing up. "Mike, can I talk to you?" Mike stands up, hand slipping away from Alex, "Sure. Privately or..?" "Privately, if you don't mind," Andrea replied, walking to the bathroom. After locking themselves in, Mike turned to Andrea, "What did you wnat to talk about?" "Mike, are you sure we can help her?" Mike blinks, "What?" "Can we help her? Because I have a feeling we may get arrested." "Of course we can help her! Why else would I offer help if we couldn't give any?" Andrea paused before answering, "You have a good point. But what if this is a prank? Should we [[trust]] her or give her over to [[the cops]] and have them help?"

"We should trust her. She hasn't done anything untrustworthy yet, right?" Mike said. Andrea smirked, "You like her, don't you?" "Wha- No! I do not like her!" Mike sputtered, turning a brilliant shade of neon pink. Andrea unlocked the door, "Sure ya don't, lover boy. C'mon, let's get going." The pair walked back to see Alex and Josh deep in coversation and very close to each other. Andrea's eyes slitted and her smile was lost. Mike noticed and nudged her in a "What were just saying about me" way. Andrea glared at her blonde friend and stalked forward to the couch, ploping down and sinking deep into the plush red cushions. "What're y'all talking about?" Mike asked, grinning as he sat down. Josh scooted over so Mike could join them on the shag carpet, "Alex and I were talking about our favorite comics. Check this, we both love Marvel!" "Yes! Deadpool is my number one fave! He's a mercinary but also a hero at the same time," Alex joined in. "But you have to admit that Spiderman is so much better!" Alex laughed, "Definately much better, but ya know what's even better than that?" "What?" Josh and Mike asked in unison. "SpideyPool." "Oh my over-loving chimichangas, yes!" Josh exclaimed. Andrea spoke up, "Sorry to interupt this geek fest, but we have a girl to return to a book." "Right, sorry," Josh said, glancing at Andrea. "So, what's our plan of action? Should we [[go to someone who knows Alex]] or should we [[read about this kind of enchantment]]?

Mike sighed, "I guess we'd have to have adult help at some point. Let's go to the police station." He unlocked the door and paced forward to Josh and Alex. Andrea walked back to her seat on the couch and sat down, watching Alex with slitted eyes. "Okay, here's the plan; we're going to sneek out and go to the police station. They know of you, Alex, because your future grandchild works there. If we can convince him that you're really you, we could possibly get you back in the 1940's. Any objections?" Mike asked, glancing at Josh. Alex raises her hand, "Are you sure you can't just reverce me back into ink and place me into my journal?" "That would be an excellent solution, but we have no idea how to do that," Andrea snapped back. Alex flinched and leaned into Josh slightly, drawing comfort from him. Josh glared at Andrea and Mike in turn while placing an arm around Alex. "O-kay.... Let's go then," Mike mumbled, grabbing his backpack. "I'll be right back; I have to tell my mom where we're going." Mike raced up the stairs and fumbled with the door lock. After finally opening the door, he put on a calm front and walked to his mother's office. He paused before knocking on her door. Should he tell her the [[truth about why they're leaving]] or [[lie to his mom]]?

Mike knocks on the door, "Hey, Mom?" "What is it now honey?" Mrs. McCalister asks, annoyance leaking into to her voice. "There'sAGirlInTheBasementAndWe'reGoingToThePoliceStationToHelpHerGetHome! Love you, bye!" Mike said, sluring his sentence together and running back downstairs. "Kids today with their messed up speach," Mrs. McCaalister muttered, closing her door. Mike sighed heavily and clumped down the stairs. "Okay guys, [[let's go to the police station]]."

"Hey, Mom? Andrea, Josh, and I are going down to police station," Mike called through the door. "Why?" "We, uh, have an oral report due on Tuesday about how the police work and we need to interview a policemen," Mike said, shifting from foot to foot as he lied through his teeth. "Okay, dear. Just be back by seven for dinner," came the reply. Mike let out a sigh of relief, "Okay, Mom. Love you." He thundered dowstairs and burst into the basement. Grabbing his backpck and handing Alex a coat, he made his way towards the door. "Alright, [[let's go to the police station]]."

"We should probably talk to someone who knows her, Mike. It could be a safer alternative that wouldn't raise suspicions at a library," Josh replied, suddenly being the rational one. "I agree with Josh. I also know just the person!" Alex exclaimed. Ten minutes and a long walk later, the group ended up infront of the senior citizen's home. Andrea stared at it disbelivingly, "This is where your friend is?" "Yep. Now we only have to fin out what floor he's on...." Alex replied, walking to the check-in desk. "Excuse me but could you tell me where Marcus Hawkins is? I'm his granddaughter." The receptionist smiled kindly, "Sure, honey. He's on floor seven, room 345A." "Thank you so much!" Alex smiled, and headed to the elevators. Andrea, Mike, and Josh followed after her, thouroughly confused about who this Marcus character is. Ding! The cheerful elevetor sound signaled that they had arrived. Alex lead the down the hall. "340, 341, 342, 343, 344... Ah, 345!" She said, knocking on the door. "What's the password?" A grouchy voice shouted. "Well, could it be Cattywhompus?" Alex asked, laughing. Marcus laughed, "Come in dear sister." Alex smiled and opened the door. She embraced an old man sitting in a bed and sat down. "Oh, Mark, this is Andrea, Mike, and Josh. They've been helping me with getting back into the past," Alex said, introducing her new found friends. Andrea shook his hand, "A pleasure, sir." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hawkins," Josh nodded towards the man. Mike steped forward to shake Marcus's hand as well. Marcus gripped Mike's smaller hand in his large, calloused hand. "Sir, do you think we can get Alex back?" "[[No]]."

"I say we read about it and see if we can send Alex back," Josh said. Andrea got up and grabbed her bag, "Okay, then we should go to my house if we want books on enchantments." After an awkward convorsation with Mike's mom, an even more awkward five minute car ride, they were finally at Andrea's house. Mike slammed his car door shut, "Are you parents home? "Naw, they're on a business trip. They won't be back for a while," Andrea said, unlocking her front door. She took off her shoes and walked to the family library. Mike, Josh, and Alex followed her lead and made their way into the library. By the time they made it into the library, Andrea was already neck deep in a pile of books. She glanced up, "What took you so long?" Alex shook her head and began to delve into a book. Hours and multiple snacks later, Alex had finnaly found something. "Guys, I think I found a solution! If I go to a place dear to me and it's in the book, I go back!" Josh looked sceptical, "I don't know. There was only one place mentioned in the only chapter. Should we [[go to Kings Institute]] or give up?"

"Sorry, kiddos. Jack just left for his lunch break. But he did say to let a girl named Alex know that she has to burn one of her journals? It didn't make any sense..." The officer said turning around to see empty space where four kids used to be. "I need to stop drinking so much coffee..." He muttered, returning back inside. Alex finally spoke as they were speeding away on their bikes, "Well, [[let's burn some literature]]."

"There's no way to get my sister back to our past unless she kisses one of you two boys here." "What!" Mike and Josh shouted, blushing madly. Marcus laughed, "I'm just kidding. All you need to do is burn the book. Alexandria will go home and everything will go back to normal." "So we just set it on fire? Sounds too simple," Josh muttered. Alex hugged her brother goodbye and stood to leave, "Okay, [[let's burn some literature]]!"

A long bike ride to an insane asylum later, the group had arrived. "Okay, we need to go to my future office and find a file that has something to do with my journal," Alex instructed, striding through the old halls with Josh on her heels. The two began talking, leaving Mike and Andrea out. Andrea look miffed before they arrived at the office. The hunt ended imeadiately as it began. Andrea had found the file and began to read through it. "Hey, Alex? I found the file and it says we have to burn the journal for you to be able to go home." Alex smiled, "Well, [[let's burn some literature]]!"

As soon as they made it to Andrea's house, Mike and Alex started building a fire in the fireplace. Andrea had pulled Josh away to talk and he was nervous. "So, uh, Andrea. You wanted to talk?" "Yeah. How do you feel about Alex?" Andrea asked bluntly. Josh stuttered, "Like romantically or...?" "Romantically." "I don't have feelings for her at all. She's turned into a good friend. Why?" Andrea figeted with her bangle bracelets, "Well, I was kind of hoping that you liked me...romantically." "O-Oh," Josh's face was redder than a tomato, and Andrea wasn't any better. In a few seconds, the two were a mouth length apart and waiting for the other to make a move. "Just kiss already!" Alex shouted from the living room window with Mike laughing behind her. Andrea jumped forward and their lips locked for a brief second. They both froze but began to relax. "Okay, love birds. I know there's been sexual tension here, but I want to go home with my eyes unscathed," Alex shouted again. "Oh whatever!" Josh shouted back, breaking the kiss. "Leave me and my girlfriend alone." After the mini make out session, everyone was gathered in the sitting room waiting for the book to finally stop smoldering. Mike was watching Alex as she began to fade. "Good bye, my friends. I hope to see you all again."