Dimple's+Historical+Fiction+Piece+-+A+Blast+in+the+Past

**A Blast in the Past ** Shay Fahrenhood woke up to the beautiful sun rising across the horizon to remove darkness from every possible corner. She went outside and gave orders to spread out and find the Smokies. She and her best friend, and partner as a special, Tally Youngblood set off on their hover boards to get the plan in action. There was no source of metals so they got off their boards and started walking. Shay noticed something shining bright in the light and ran over to see what it is. “You go on in that direction,” Shay stated, “I’ll go this way.” Tally was hesitant but she followed her boss’s order. As shay kneeled down to pick up the shiny object, the ground was snatched from under her feet. She was declining into a pit of darkness. “I can’t believe I fell for this stupid trick,” Shay muttered to herself, “Ouch!” Shay hit her head on a rock in the pit and fell unconscious. Shay, once again, woke up to a beautiful sunrise, but this time it was not in her sleeping bag in the woods of the city. It was in a very uncomfortable bed, in a very dirty room, in a very old and poorly built house. This could only mean one thing. She was in the time of the …. Rusties. Shay screeches in terror. She toppled onto the ground with a thud. Lying there, unconscious on the hard floor, from the horror of knowing she has come to the time of killing each other, killing the earth and killing their futures. She wakes up to a mid-ugly’s face, staying at her in worry. Shay jumped back in fear. “She’s gonna kill me,” Shay thought. “Come on dear,” the ugly spoke, “We’re gonna be late, and what in the lord’s name are you wearing?” Shay understood why the ugly thought her tight black pants, and long sleeve shirt were weird. The woman was wearing a long skirt, that was puffy and frilly and a long sleeve shirt. It seemed like she was wearing ten layers! “Aren’t you hot in all that clothing?” Shay asked. “What are you talking about little miss Hannah?” the woman questioned. “Hannah/” Shay exclaimed, “What kind of a name is that? My name is Shay Fahrenhood.” The woman looked at her with a confused look on her face. “Shay Fahrenhood? What kind of a name is that? Your name is Hannah Jennings, and my name is Catherine St. Claire Jennings. I’m your mother.” Now Shay was the carrier of the puzzled look upon on her face. “You’re-.” She could not even finish her sentence. “Come along now. You can have your crazy fantasies later,” Catherine said as she walked out the door. “Those buckets of water aren’t going to fill themselves now.” Shay was still in shock that she was in the midst of all these Uglies. Catherine led her “daughter” to her quaint little dresser and picked out what seemed like layers of clothes. “Wait, I almost forgot your hat.” Catherine remembered. “A hat?” Shay thought, “I haven’t worn a hat since my sneak outs when I was an Ugly. She was suffocating, wearing all that clothing. Shay barely, knew the name of any of this, except for what she had from Catherine. “Petticoat” and, “Stockings.” She decided to keep her questions to herself to keep things from getting more complicated. Anyway, this woman did not seem like she was going to hurt her in any way; actually, she seemed quite genial. After getting dressed, they head out to an empty field. “Not a very well-tended field.” Shay thought. A tall ugly man came up to us, “Right on time Cathy,” he said, “The well is right over there. Sorry, but we couldn’t get more than two buckets.” He stated apologetically. “Don’t you worry about that John, we’ll manage. Hannah here is getting pretty strong.” Catherine boasted. “Oh, really? Well, that is good. One day or another, women will be allowed in the army.” John stated. Shay remembered learning about the Rusties’ armies. They are designed to kill people. Shay shuddered at the thought. However, she never learned anything about how women had less power. “That’s horrible!” Shay thought, “How can they mistreat women like this?” “Hannah!” Catherine exclaimed. Shay realized she was still standing in the field while Catherine had already reached the well. “I’m coming!” Shay yelled back. She zipped across the field to the well. “Slow down dear, you’ve gotten as fast as you’re gotten strong.” Shay smiled; the first time since she had come to this place. She was starting to appreciate the Rusties’ habits. She thought that maybe the city was just brainwashing them to get everyone to believe what they wanted them to believe. “Why do we have war?” Shay asked. “What kind of a question is that?” Catherine replied, “The British have controlled everything we have. They have come to our country and taken control over it. We’re not gonna stand for this anymore.” Catherine looked so serious. This was not just about killing people. It was about getting back what was originally theirs; solving a problem. Nevertheless, some things people do not understand in words, so their only option is to resort to war. Boom! A bullet flew through the air missing a soldier by an inch! “Get the water!” Shay instantly pulled the rope to pull up a bucket of water. She has never done any of this before, but she somehow knew what to do. She was pulling and pulling the rope to get out the buckets while Catherine ran to give the soldiers water. Bam! “John!” Catherine exclaimed. She looked back to see that John had been shot in the chest. Catherine went to take him in her arms. After about 20 seconds, she picked up his gun and took John’s place. “What are you doing?” Shay yelled over the bullets flying through the air. “It’s what John would’ve wanted!” Catherine yelled back. Shay filled buckets rapidly and ran back and forth to give water to the brave soldiers. Bam! A life-taking bullet seeped into Catherine’s chest. “NO!” Shay yelled. “You can’t leave me,” Shay exclaimed. “You can’t leave me,” Shay was crying, “Mom...” A tear from Shay’s eyes dropped down to the streaming blood of Catherine’s chest.   “Shay?” Tally stated worriedly. “SHAY!” Shay woke up a startle. “I’m back.” “You never left, boss.” “What are you talking about?” “You were lying unconscious in a ditch, and I pulled you out. I was trying to get you in conscious for like an hour. I was just about to call Dr. Cable when you woke up." “Good job not calling Dr. Cable. You have no idea what happened. Anyway, I’m thirsty, where’s the well?”