Dehlia ~

Aside from the rough English of the lead Indian, I hadn't the slightest clue what was happening. But I figured they weren't going to just let us go. But maybe this was a blessing in disguise. What could we do in the forest by ourselves with no supplies or defence anyway? And they didn't seem hostile. At least, not right now.

One of the men led us into a teepee (I know this is probably not historically accurate, since a lot of Native Americans didn't actually live in teepees, but I'm just going to go with it) where a set of women sat doing different things. Weaving, sewing, and cooking. One older woman sat in the middle of them all, singing gently in their language as they worked. She had long black hair mixed with grey. Her skin was copper, with wrinkles, but she didn't strike me as old. She seemed wise, and ageless. Everyone the roomed evidently regarded her as so. No one said anything. They all seemed to be listening. But the woman stopped when she noticed us standing there. The brave moved over to the woman, and said something rapidly to her. The woman closed her eyes as he spoke, nodding occasionally. The brave then straightened, and hurried out of the teepee. The woman stared at us, looking us up and down. But I got the feeling like she wasn't really looking at us, but searching our souls. The other women stared in obvious curiosity, gazing at our clothes, shoes, and hair.

"Where do you come from?" The older woman finally asked in flawless English.

Thanks, Admin! I already sent in my entry! *fingers crossed*

Great! I don't suppose you signed it with your CB name, though, so we won't know which one is yours.

Sorry I'm late! Too late to do this?

Name: Rose Jefferson

Age: 11

Related to: Thomas Jefferson (she's his niece)

Lives: Boston, Massachussets

Appearance: Short blond hair streaked with light brown, dark blue eyes, and short. About four and a half feet

Personality: Soft-tempered, the peace maker a worrier. 

Well, here goes nothing! Hope you all like it!

Rose~

I ran down the unfamiliar streets of Philidephia, Pennsylvania. The doctor, the doctor,  WHERE was the doctor?! If I had been home, in the regular, well-known streets of Boston, my hometown, I would of known exactly where he was. Right down the corner, turn right and right, and there he was. But now... where was he? 

I ran blindly through the roads, looking right and left for a sign that said anything, anything, close to a doctor. An apothcary, a healer, anything would do. My uncle's life depended on me. After ten minutes, and to no avail, I broke down. I sat on the steps of a shop and sobbed. Horrid, heartbreaking sobs. A sudden kind voice sounded over. " There now, young one, why do you cry?" I looked up through my tears. 

There I saw a kind-looking man with blond hair and brown eyes, dressed as a farmer. 

"Who are you?" I asked.

 "A farmer, no more. Now tell me, why do you cry?"

" I need the doctor." I tell him.

"Why, you are closer than you think," he said. "Just down the street and turn right"

"Thank you!" I say, and run off.

Once I get him, and show him back, and the doctor has finished prescribing medications I take a good look at my uncle. He looked worse than when I left. He took my hand, and said,"Don't worry, little worrying Rose. I'll be alright. Now go upstairs and relax"  There was no arguing with him. Never. I kissed his forehead and reluctantly went upstairs to my lovely little borrowed room.

 The room was painted a light, elegant, pink color, that suited me. I sat on the bed and toyed with my necklace. It was a polished pink quartz stone, held vertical by a gold circlet attached to a gold wire that ran right through the stone and reattached to the circlet again, all on a fine gold chain. I spun the little stone around and around. A gift from my uncle. My uncle, Thomas Jefferson.

 I spun it around and around. Once, twice, three times, four times - I had never had a necklce like this - five times, six times seven times... I began to feel dizzy. Wait, what was happening to me?! I was spinning around very, very, fast.

 "Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed. Then very sudeny, the dizzyniss stopped. I fell down and almost blacked out. When I regained my senses, I realized I was in an entirly different place.

So, I hope that was good and everybody liked it! The language in it probably wasn't with the time, but oh well.

Dehlia ~

I was really not liking this situation. I felt tense, ready to bolt at any moment. I fingered the pocket where several good size rocks were stored, ready to be hurled with a great deal of force. I had a good throwing arm, if I do say so myself. But I the feeling this woman, who somehow knew how we arrived, knew about the rocks in my pocket too.

But before she could answer the questions, another girl was brought in. The only thing I could think was;

Another one?

She came in, wearing the same bewildered expression we all probably had coming in. 

The Indian woman smiled.

"And you just appeared in this world too?"

The girl's eyes widened, and she nodded. 

"Where are we all coming from?" I muttered. The woman chuckled.

"Not where, Dehlia, when and how. Now sit." 

We sat on woven mats around a crackling fire. 

"Now," the woman said, resuming her weaving. "Tell me everything."

Wish I could