I picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
Apparently, my sister Deb had been watching the news.
I meant to change the channel, but the newscaster was talking about something that caught my interest.
The famous scientist Mark Damyz had invented a time machine!
And it just turned out that Deb and I were robbers.
I bolted upstairs to the gym, bursting through the door and earning a loud "Agh! Emma?" before Deb fell of of the treadmill and onto the ground below.
"Trust me, Deb, it's important. Mark Damyz invented a time machine. I think--" "Girls night!" Deb shouted, knocking me down and running across the hallway to her bedroom and changing her clothes.
I ran down to my room, changed, and came back out. There was a mirror shattered on the floor. I yelled out, "Deb?" There was no response.
I went into the living room, and there Deb was, sitting down on the couch, watching Cartoon Network. I yelled, "what did you do to the mirror?"
She held up a jewelry box filled with diamonds. It explained itself. "So that's why the mirror was so thick," I thought aloud.
"Well," she said, "it's to trade. If he says no, we'll have to do it forcefully." I nodded. "Let's go." We got into the car.
To be continued...