Quirky Time Travel Series , West, by Lizzy Ford
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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buy beer number seven. The bar had grown allowed, the televisions were blaring a college football game, and Carter and I were plotting how to change history. The drunker we got, the more sense it made. So would you go? He asked sometime later, above the noise of the evening crowd, like a two week vacation to the Wild West. Yes, I said with no hesitation. All you have to do is figure out how to time travel. I can do that. I believe you. You're one of those geniuses, aren't you? He grinned. Yes, I am. I so knew it. My words were slurred, and so were his. I couldn't remember the last time I had had this much fun in a bar. You go back in time, I'll stay here so I can help you find the right people weaken, text each other, he said. We stared at each other for a moment before we both began laughing at the amazing yet ridiculous idea. But wait, Carter, I exclaimed. Suddenly, I can't speak Choctaw. Jack Tallinn. Whatever. How do I convince him? Toe wear jeans? Oh, I can fix that, Carter said. I created a brain chip. I mean microchip for your brain, and it'll let you understand and speak every language known to man. It translates everything into American English, and then everything you say is translated into the language of whoever you're talking too seriously. I gave him an astonished look. I could have used that for French class. He laughed. You want to to use a $1,000,000,000 technology to cheat on a French exam. For some reason, That tickled him, and he laughed until he was crying. I ordered us another round of beers, wiping away tears. He drew a deep breath. The loud crowd was growing out of focus. After all the parties I attended in college, I knew where I was on the drunk chart, driving no stairs only if necessary. Another round the last. I have another one that is like an Internet in your brain, Carter continued. It has all history on it and my research. Another wet. I asked, easily lost while drinking microchip for your brain because there's no Internet in the past. Oh, that's brilliant, Carter. He smiled. I m brilliant. Do I need shots? I asked him because they had diseases back then. I didn't think of that he appeared thoughtful. That explains a few things. We both giggled even though I was beyond comprehending why I can get you and knock regulations. He hiccuped then leaned forward. Do you want to know a secret? Josi? He asked drunkenly. Yes, I have a time machine? No way, Way, way! Why didn't you say something before? With the line between reality and the imaginary blurred I was so excited I was barely able to get off my stool without falling. Then why haven't we gone back? Come on, Carter. The past is waiting.