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Comedy Drama Children

The Christmas Scene- Chapter 6 ( A Beginner's Guidebook: Zack)

The Christmas Scene- Chapter 6 ( A Beginner's Guidebook: Zack)

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This inn is epic! Compared to our living conditions before, a real bed and a real blanket with real food for just a loaf of bread is heaven. I hope the others are equally good. Max is really delicate. What if she gets sick? She doesn't even have proper winter gear. And yes, I have a crush on her. What's your business in that, huh? I trust Mr. Smith to be okay, Tyson to have a fever, and Rachel to be something I can't decide. Maybe a cold. Sometimes it's super-happening over here, and sometimes you'd rather be sitting in your heated 21rst century home, with electricity and a pantry full of donuts. Oh, and maybe a movie. But after this experience, probably nothing related to this era, or event (P.S. No offense intended). Because I don't need a movie. I've been in it live. I've witnessed it firsthand. No movie can compete with my live witnessing. I know, stalling is a group trait. But I'm the best at wasting your time, and boring you to death.


Pepper wrote the last sentence, in an attempt to embarrass me. Well, she failed. I think. After seeing the bed, I felt so sleepy, I fell asleep sitting on a chair. The reason I wanted to sleep was because I wouldn't have a backache for once. Tamara was showing a group of kids to make clothes like her. Leo, Mille, Alexandra, and Rebecca were chasing a cat. Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Lavigne were of whispering in a corner. I was hiding my phone and watching an offline video that way. 

The cat seemed to have had enough of being chased. It was all set to attack Millie… when Tyson grabbed its tail! Mr. Smith had come to the in after his fever worsened, leaving Max and Rachel to continue on their own. Just as he entered the inn, Tyson saw what was happening and saved his little sisters. Aunt sent them up, and both of them managed to enjoy a peaceful sleep, with no rats and a mattress on the bed. 

Once Mr. Smith had taken a nap, we felt mad at him. He left two 14-year-old girls alone in this unknown world. But Pepper was quick to defend him. "I'm ten and you were ok letting me be with no one but Zack and the conditions I was supposed to be in were worse than what they are probably in. So relax, auntie."


Meanwhile, Maxine was sneezing her head off and Rachel was trying to navigate through snow. Oh yeah, real better than prison, with four walls, a roof, and a cloak to cover yourself. Pepper has no idea what she's saying. Ouch! She can slap hard, too. What a girl!

The next morning, we decided to enter Bethlehem and vacate this inn. 2 of us would remain to keep an eye out for Rachel and Max, while the rest would continue to get an inn at Bethlehem. I volunteered to be on the team that stayed here. I have really sharp eyesight. And they would de super easy to spot, with that HUGE time machine. Come to think of it, I wonder why we didn't use it while we were together. I guess it's because we had a part to play in history. I mean, we got the last room, in the last inn and had also protected Mary and Joseph at many places. So, kudos to us. 

I'm glad I decided to stay at that inn. Why I'm not glad is because I was to accompany Mr. Smith. He made a milk n' cheese meateor (yes, meateor, because it also consisted of chicken) shower. I hope we don't get kicked out. I'm still not used to roaming without a mask. But that isn't stopping me from enjoying a Noble free atmosphere! 


At Bethlehem, Mrs. Lavigne had found themselves an inn, but far from the barn where Jesus was born. We didn't know at the time. It was the best in the area. My phone lost all sense of time today. At one point it's 5:59 A.M. Next time you turn it on, it's 6:90 P.M. Yes, 90. I need a new phone. I also need my century, where my phone isn't possessed!


Max and Rachel had accidentally broken one wheel of their cart. Now how to continue was the question. They were in no condition to go on foot. That's when two mules were perfect. Max and Rachel got one, with a few necessities. The time machine got on the other. And off they went, leaving behind the non-essential items (i.e. nothing. They even took a few scrapings of the cart.) 

Now we move on to the report of team three. News flash. Tyson lost Bearie. News flash. Pepper got the stomach flu. News flash. I have got to stop saying news flash. Mrs. Lavigne is cooking like anything. All day long you can smell a dish from her door, or see a pie by her window, or her spooning out rice pudding. I don't know how she made pie without an oven. What I do know is how the world got to know of pie. And it deserves it.


I'm bored at the inn. Mr. Smith stays by the door waiting for the girls. And the guests are so bizarre. I saw one man eating what looked like a leaf. Plus, I can't watch my videos because of my haywire phone. I have to find XXXX BCE ways to entertain myself. Like, play with a stick. Or judge the other guests. Which isn't quite that bad. Because it is the most entertaining thing in the world to watch a man eat a leaf, molecule by molecule. Oh the plight of being a twenty-first century teen in XXXX BCE!



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