It was a cold chilly day. Snowflakes were swirling as the wind blew harder and harder. One landed on my nose. Elated, I brushed it off. I could not contain my excitement. I had an endless winter vacation in front of me with my best friend coming to stay. We had planned to eat Italian food out and rent a spooky movie. Later we would go sledding and have homemade pasta. Nothing could be better. Then things started to roll downhill. I came downstairs as the phone was ringing just to find out that my best friend had come down with fever. I felt my plans shatter, like when a window breaks. How could something like this happen? I decided to go on a walk.
Just when I thought things could not get worse, they did. I had dropped my lucky penny. As I turned to look for it, something shiny caught my eye. A silver medallion. As I flipped the coin to examine the back, everything changed. The moon glowed brighter, the night grew darker. The streetlamp disappeared and trees replaced the houses. I overheard sounds. Instinctively, I ducked. I flinched as I realized what the source was. Bullet shots. I recognized them from innumerable movies, what were they doing here? Hunting was prohibited in these woods, I panicked and dropped the coin. I ran and kept running. Soon I came to a village. A young girl about my age came and told me. “Welcome to Werowocomoco, Strange person with funny clothes. Let us give you refreshments”. The girl called Pocahontas got me some bread, corn and pieces of vegetables. She led me into a straw hut with animal skin carpet. I gave a start as everything clicked into place. Pocahontas, the girl in my history textbook. Her people’s strange food and huts, The Bullet shots I was in the past. Somewhere in the time the Europeans were invading America. I was in a Native American village. I realized Pocahontas’s village would burn down. I finished my food in a gulp and told Pocahontas I needed help finding something. We went to the forest` and she helped me look for it. She found the coin by a sapling and I flipped the coin. I gasped, I was back in my world and it was not a dream. The sapling was in my hand. I rushed home and opened my history textbook. It said a villager had taken Pocahontas to find something when they were attacked. But she had survived. She was not in her village when it burned down the people had escaped it. Some Villager, Was it me???????
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