Brave
After the diner closed at around 6:30 PM, Michelle was in her room, dressed in her medium green dress and green high-heeled boots. She put pillows under the covers of her bed to make sure her mother didn't know she' was gone. She looked through the window and carefully jumped out safely onto the ground. Then she saw a short, lanky young man a year younger than her, with blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, large ears, and a long thin nose in his blue sports car.
"Hey, Marty." She waved quietly.
"Hey, Michelle." He waved back. "You look beautiful. Are you ready for a great night out?"
"You bet I am." Michelle got into Marty's car, and they drove to the new night club. While driving, Michelle put lipstick on using the sun visor mirror. "So, how're your parents? Did they know you snuck out?" She asked.
"They're doing good." His voice was thick with a Scottish brogue. "Of course not. They were already asleep."
"My Mum won't found out that I'm gone this time, because I put many pillows under the covers of my bed," Michelle said as she applied some black mascara and green eyeshadow.
"I did that too. It fools them every time." He said proudly. "They'll never know we were gone."
"I agree," Michelle said as she saw the purple Neon Lights reading Ferguson's Archery and Club flash on and off. "We're here."
"Great." He stopped the car and turned off the engine. "Let's go have some fun."
Before they went inside, they went to the check out corner that checked everything
"Ha, there's my favorite couple." said Peter, a tall, slightly overweight, muscular man, with fair skin, curly red hair, thick eyebrows, mustache and beard, and blue eyes. "How's life?!"
"Things are going good," Marty replied.
"Me too," Michelle added. "It would be better if my mother let me have my freedom."
"Well, it's all clear," said Peter as he gave them their VIPs passes. "As the owner, I say you have a great night. Remember, this place closes at 11 PM. So you need to leave at 8 PM, so you won't get in trouble." His Scottish accent appeared.
"Thank you." The two smiled and nodded in agreement. They were about to enter when Michelle noticed something.
"I didn't know you had an accent."
"Must have been from my wee Irish grandparents." Peter shrugged. "Now, go now." His English accent returned to his voice.
Michelle still thought that was strange. She had never heard Peter speak with a brogue before.
"Ok. Thanks." The two entered through the doors and into the club.
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When they finished dancing, they went to the bar and drank some water. Then they went to the archery area of the club to play shots and archery.
"Yes!" Michelle said as she shot the first arrow. "Your turn, love."
"Alright." Marty picked up the bow and arrow. He aimed at the bullseye but struggled to hold onto the bow. "Huh?" Marty looked at the food as the arrow hit a perfect shot.
"Good job, love!" Said Michelle, clapping her hands.
"Huh? Oh!" He saw the arrow had hit the bullseye. "Thanks, love." He smiled, though he wasn't exactly sure how that happened.
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After several shots and arrows, it was already 8 PM and they decided to leave the club early and go to the lake.
"My, this is so nice to get some French after a whole two hours at the club," Michelle said as she sat by a tree, taking off her shoes.
"It sure is." Marty smiled and sat down beside her.
Michelle dipped her feet into the water. "Come on. Dip your feet in the lake. It feels nice and cool." She said as she took off her make-up.
Marty took his shoes off and dipped his feet into the water. "You're right. This does feel good."
Before Michelle could say anything, she suddenly felt a flash of her sixteen-year-old self escaping from a bear in fear. She snapped back to reality and started taking deep breaths.
"Michelle!" Marty put his arms around her, trying to keep her calm. "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Michelle said as she rubbed her head. "It was a teenage me running away from some bear in Scotland."
"A bear?" He looked confused. "You had a bad encounter with a bear when you were younger?"
"I don't know," Michelle said mumbling. "It feels like a memory coming back again."
"You must have blocked it out." He suggested. "And then maybe something triggered it."
"Yeah, thanks." Michelle understood and then looked at her phone, which read 8:30 PM. She realized that in half an hour, her mother was gonna check on her in her room. "Hurry! Drive me back home before my mom finds out!!" She showed her clock to Marty and he realized at the exact same time, his parents were going to check on him too.
Marty quickly put on his shoes. "You got it! I gotta get home too before my parents wake up!"
They drove fast and quietly back to Ellen's Bed and Breakfast.
"Bye, Babe," Michelle said, kissing Marty's cheek in a fearful expression. "Night, and hurry!" She whispered.
"Night, love. You better hurry, too." He nodded and then drove off.
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Michelle grabbed a bow and arrow and quickly climbed the window back into her room. She then changed to her green T-Shirt and blue shorts, and quickly and quietly put her dress and shoes in her closet and closed it. She climbed back to bed and picked up 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain' book from her nightstand and pretended to read.
Her mother knocked on the door while wearing her dark green robe.
"Michelle?" Ellen opened the door and stepped into the room. "Just checking on you. Oh, you're still awake. "
Michelle tried to act natural while reading her book. "Um, I'm just reading before bed."
"Well, alright." Ellen came over and kissed her forehead. "Just don't stay up too late."
"Sure Mum," Michelle said, still reading the book.
As Ellen was about to open the door, she felt a flash in her head of burning a bow in a fireplace. She then flashed back to reality with a gasp.
"Mum, are you ok?" Michelle asked, looking up from her book.
"It's fine," Ellen said, trying to calm down. "It's just a headache. Now, night dear." She said as she left the room.
"Oh, ok. Night, Mum." Michelle went back to her book.
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Meanwhile, Marty quietly tiptoed upstairs past his parents, then into his room. He sighed in relief. "Phew, that's was close." He suddenly heard footsteps and quickly changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed.
The door opened to reveal an old short man with white hair, green eyes, and a long thin nose. "Young man," he said as he crossed his arms "Did you sneak out?"
"No, Dad. Of course not." He tried to act casual. "Why would you think that?"
"All alright. I'll let it pass this time." His dad sighed "But I'm watching you."
"Yes, Dad," Marty replied, trying to hide his annoyed expression.
As his dad walked out of the room, he sighed in relief. 'That was a close one.' He thought to himself. 'I hope Michelle didn't get busted, either.'
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Ellen took off her robe to reveal her dark green leg-length nightgown and then sat on her bed while rubbing her forehead.
That flash she had was so strange. She didn't know what could've caused it. It wasn't like anything she had felt before.
"I really need my headache medication," Ellen said as she went to the bathroom and took her medicine.
"That should help." She hoped that would stop her headache. She didn't want to worry Michelle with whatever was happening.
Ellen looked at herself in the mirror. "Was it a memory?" Then she saw herself in 10th-century clothing.
This was getting weird. She didn't remember ever wearing clothes like that. Maybe it was from a memory that she forgot about.
Ellen then snapped out of it, realizing it was just a hallucination. She went to bed to try to get some sleep.
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Knowing she had work the next day, Michelle turned off the lights and began to fall asleep.
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Marty looked at the sky and began to imagine what Michelle was thinking about. After the strange way she was acting earlier at the lake, he hoped that she was ok.
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A page suddenly appeared on the bed. Marty picked it up and saw it was a picture of him, warring against the other kingdoms. He looked at the page, confused. It was almost like something out of a history book.
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Both Hillary and Riley saw the book before going to bed. They were surprised to see that some of the pages were missing.
"Uh, Hilary. Did you tear out any pages from the other stories?" Riley asked.
"I don't know," Hilary answered. "They must have flown out to different places in town."
"Oh boy." Riley looked nervous. "What are the people gonna think if they found them?"
"Well, let's just forget about that and let's get some sleep.," said Hilary, yawning. "I bet they'll get their memories back as soon as they found the pages."
"Ok. Yeah, I guess you're right." Riley agreed. "I sure hope that they will."
They went to sleep.
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Peter looked at the page, which showed him battling with a bear, with a curious look. "Where could this have come from?" He wondered. "I don't remember fighting a bear."
But all of a sudden, a bear came out of nowhere and attacked him.