Sci-Fi+story

Jacquelyn stamps her feet out of the apartment and down the hallway, her foster parents following close behind. She starts trumping faster to the door, trying to keep in front of the two in back of her. "Jacky!" her foster mother called out to her, "we are trying to help!" "You need to improve those scores or the college might abandon you," explained Jacky's foster father. As usual, Jacky ignored them while she departed the building to grab her bike and ride away. "Your parents would be ashamed of this behavior, don't you think?" her foster mother questioned. Jacky stopped and gazed at them. She knew her foster mother was right but she had already thought much about what her parents would think of her recent actions. She didn't care much. After all they are no longer around. She then continued to her bike and waved her left hand over it, unlocking it, and escaped her foster parents' chastisement. There was no road, but a sidewalk in between the hundreds of rows of apartment buildings, closely crammed beside one another. In an extremely overpopulated world of more than twelve billion, they have to be crammed. On the roofs are parking lots, or rather landing lots for aeroautomobiles, which some might call "flying cars". Jacky looked forward at the empty sidewalk as her smooth, blackberry hair flew in the wind and her glazed blue eyes shivered in the frigid June air. The sidewalks were almost always barren of humans because most people these days only travel in the air, rather than take a brisk walk. Biking is a leisure activity that is decades gone. Jacky looked up to see the scatter of aeroautomobiles in the sky. It was then that she had the most horrid flashback. She was in the back seat of an aeroautomobile; her dad driving and her mom in the passenger's seat. Her parents were smiling and in conversation about her dad's invention when another vehicle crushed the front of their own vehicle and Jacky was ejected immediately. A parachute softly brought her down to a landing lot and she was soon informed that both of her parents were killed before she was even ejected. She was sixteen years of age and known as one of the most gentle, beautiful girls in her school when her parents had died. Jacky was also very intelligent from simple third grade calculus to the complicated workings of radioactive electron pendulanium. She was the most perfect daughter any parent could ever asked for. Now twenty years of age, though she is still gorgeous, Jacky is hostile to those around her and just barely gets by in the university, in hopes of still having a bright future ahead. Jacky was brought to tears again with this vivid memory. She started in the direction of her old home, located just outside the great grid of apartment buildings. She and her parents were one of the few richer families that could live in single family houses. Therefore, even four years after her parents' deaths, the house remained unsold and untouched. She dropped her bike in the driveway, entered the front door and went down into the basement. There sat her father's invention; a time machine, unknown to everyone except Jacky herself. The Time Machine was styled similarly to the ones used in old, early twenty-first century cartoons. It appeared as a phonebooth with maroon painted lining and a five by two grid of windows on the front door. Jacky had always assumed her father chose this fashion purposefully. Above the door read "Time Machine: use with caution!!" She opened the door to enter. It had been explained to her that using the time machine alone was hugely dangerous, let alone without permission. Even her father was very lacking in knowledge of the mechanics of the fourth dimension. Inside, there was not much more than a sort of necklace charm hanging on the wall on the right, a keyhole below the time settings on the left wall, and a wall of instructions and additional information directly in front of Jacky, in very large, maroon font: "Use this Time Machine with EXTREME caution. There is no telling what effects time travel may have on the overall structure of the universe. The world we know might be drastically changed or destroyed while meddling with different time periods. "Instructions: Set the exact time you so desire to enter. Take the key, put it in the keyhole below the time, and twist. Use the button on the key to return. DO NOT LOSE IT!! "Have fun!" Jacky had already known the directions, but she had not yet actually traveled. She set the time and used the key. Suddenly, she felt nothing. Weightlessness. Everything was blurry as all of the colors of the visible spectrum of light, the rainbow, flowed around her. She seemed to be falling unconscious. From what seemed to be a life time only lasted two seconds by the time everything was ordinary again. The problem was that she was in a restaurant. She stared, motionless. In front of her was a table of four, a family, listing foods they must have wanted. When they finished, she walked away into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. In the mirror was a slightly different looking Jacky. Her name tag wrote "Jacquelyn". Jacquelyn, twenty-four years of age, a ravishing waitress, she thought. Then again looks can be deceiving.


 * This middle part still needs to be written.**

Again, Jacky returned to the Time Machine. She was done with the miserable future. This time she would take a trip into the past. She was in the back seat of an aeroautomobile; her dad driving and her mom in the passenger's seat. Quickly, Jacky unbuckled herself so she could step forward, breaking through the middle of her parents' conversation. Tears rolling over her cheeks, she had placed her foot on her dad's, pushing harder against the gas pedal. She grabbed the steering wheel as her parennts screamed at her and took a sharp left and then descended some, making sure to be clear of the accident site, as well as all other vehicles. She returned to her seat. Her parents turned around to look at her. "Jacky... No.." her father said calmly. But she pressed the button on the key and went back to her twenty year old body, back to the Time Machine, back to real time. She walked out of the Time Machine to find the basement had not changed at all. She sprinted out of the house. "Mrs. Smith!" Jacky yelled to the woman in the neighboring yard on the left. "Jacquelyn?" Mrs. Smith replied, "why, I haven't seen you since-" "Where are my parents?" "Gracious, are you okay?" "WHERE!?" Mrs. Smith studdered, "h-honey, they were in an accident four years ago." Jacky aimlessly looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. "Don't you remember? You were there. They were landing the car and there was a malfunction. They crashed into the side of the building while you were thrown out of the car." Jacky ran back inside and to the basement. She curled up in a corner, crying until her face glissened in the little bit of light that lit the room. Then she noticed an envelope on a table that had her name on it. She decided to open it. "Dear Jacquelyn, Out of curiosity, I had taken myself into the days that should come. Out of luck, I had taken myself to the last hour of existence of your mom and I. When you read this, your mom and I should be dead. Do not use the Time Machine to save us for I have already tried many times. It seems that neither the past nor the future can be fully changed. Time is part of nature. It finds its ways around obstacles to make everything work correctly. The Time Machine is an obstacle to the nature of time. This Time Machine was my life's work and I am glad to have finished it. However, I ask two more things of you. First is that you live a wonderful life without grief. Second, I want you to destroy the Time Machine. There is no good use out of it. "We love you so much!" Jacky set down the letter. She felt happy and relieved. Then, she picked up a sledge hammer from under the table. She trotted out of the house and looked around. The sky looked bluer and the grass looked greener. "Are you alright, Jacky?" Mrs. Smith said to her. "Yes, Mrs. Smith. Um... would you like help with your gardening?" Mrs. Smith was silent, but then smiled.