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For Pete's sake, are all these people vaccinated? But still, they should wear masks. Oh God, this is stressing me out.
Plus, they are all in a formal tradional clothes? Men are wearing suits that are cut closer to the body, long frock coats featuring a waist seam with a full skirt. Most of them wear hats and are holding a long stick? Why are they wearing clothes from centuries or these people are.. magicians?
Oh gosh, Audrey. What a mind.
On the other hand, women wear extremely tight corsets, very narrow skirts, and the back of the dress has a slightly padding.
"Ma'am, can I ask for a mask?" I asked the old lady before going out. She frowned at me in confusion. Oh, I think she got confused, "Face mask for Covid-19 prevention, not the mask for glowing skin." I clarified.
"Adira, what are you baffling about, and why do you sound like that? You must've dreamt about indecipherable dream, my dear." The old woman smiled.
"Ma'am, stop calling me that. Just give me a mask, please." I uttered. Wait.. "Ma'am, have you been vaccinated? What's your vaccine? I kinda wanna get vaccinated but I'm not sure which is better." I asked for advice, they might know.
"Vaccine? Why do we need vaccine, my dear? No flu nor virus exist." The lady said. The other girl is just looking weirdly at me.
"What no virus are you talking about, we all wish that but can't deny the fact, Ma'am." I said.
They frowned. Why are they frowning? Plus, these people. Why are they outside? We're supposed to be in quarantine right. Also, is there an occasion today? Why are they wearing traditional clothes?
"Ma'am, what's the occasion today? Do you have calendar?" I asked her.
She frowned again, "The date this day is, August 22." And pointed at the calendar hanging up on the wall. I went near and looked at the date. There is no occasion?
I was about to let go of the calendar when I saw something..
It was on the left top part of the calendar.. year 1881.
AM I DREAMING OR AM I DRUGGING?
"Aaaaaaaaah!" I shouted after I realized. The two women panicked and went to me but before they went near, I stopped them.
"No. Frick. Get away from me." I gasped.
Is that the reason why all of us are wearing this clothes? Their accents? No Covid?
But, who are they? Pretty sure they're not my family, not my Mom especially. I am an only child. And why am I in this year? And my name's not Adi—- AAAAAAH FCK THIS QUESTIONS!
"Adira, are you alright? Are you feeling pain?" The old lady asked. I didn't answer her. There are so many questions in my mind. I need to leave this place.
A letter flew in as I was about to stand up,
'This is real. You have to live with it as Adira Martin. You can't escape your fate.'
FOR FCK's SAKE, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FCK IS THIS FCKING FCK.
"Stop the prank. This isn't funny anymore." I told them in a very serious tone. They both looked at each other and frowned again. Okay, I need to leave this hell.
"Adira, where are you heading to?" The young lady said as I went out. I don't know where I am going. I just need to leave that place.
Everyone are talking, laughing, walking etc. They are very strange and different. They laugh differently, they talk polite and old, they walk pleasantly. Ahuh, never gonna be me.
As I was about to take another step. A young girl tagged my dress, crying.
"M-mother," she cried. Oh no, little child, I never had a boyfriend.
She cried and tagged me harder. I kneeled and faced her.
"What happened?" I asked. She stopped crying and coughed a little. I immediately avoided myself from her and took a step backward.
"Little Child, why aren't you wearing a mask?" I asked. It is very dangerous right now. She looked at me innocently as I tore a piece of fabric on my cloth and tied it lightly on her face. "What's you name?" I asked her.
"Eloise." She answered. What a gorgeous name, just like me. "M-mother," she uttered.
"Are you looking for your mother?" I asked and she nodded. "Okay, let's look for your Mom." I held her hand as we walked.
We were walking around when someone shouted her name. "Mother." Eloise shouted excitedly.
