name = "fibble"
email = Fibble@hotmail.com
title = Worships
warnings = 
story = Walking in the hallway in the middle school- WHAM! I crashed into a teacher wheeling a cart.

                       * * * 
I Awoke. Medlab? I looked around. Yes, medlab. Dr. Franklin was examinining someone.
He looked over at me. " I need to see Commander Ivanova!!!", I said quickly, spilling
out my dream.
                " I suppose we can make arangements for that..."

I was not wearing my school clothes. My garments looked like a ninteenth century dress.
It was hard to walk in. I was escorted to a room. 2 minuites passed, then the commander entered.

I fell to the floor in a graceful curtsy. "I'm not GOD, or anything like that, and you're wasing my TIME!"
"well, I'd think you are, I'm from a demension in the past, very far from you. You're on a telivision show!"
"television show? " 
"yes. And, I know some very important things, thats why I needed to talk to you. I know you're a telepath,
everyone's secrets, and the future. by the way, Is Marcus still alive?"
"yes"
"by the looks of things around here, he'll die very soon. I guess I might need to find my way to a homeless shelter..."
"NO. you'll stay in my quarters. I still have things to learn about, like marcus's death. plus I can't let you go with the 
ecret of my telepathy."

She led me to her quarters. I realized I had my bookbag still with me! "you stay here,I'll be back in 4 hours."
I sat down and absorbed myself in chapter 10 of "Gone with the wind".

               She came back on her next break, and told me everything I could think of.


                            More to come? later. look under worships 2.

                     Think this would impress my Language Arts teacher?

                                             Fibble


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