I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. I had found it on my schreibtisch this morning. It wasn’t my handwriting, oder mum’s, oder even Immie’s. All it sagte was: Lottie--to find your destiny, go to 13 Loophole Way. Secretly, I thought it was my father’s handwriting. He passed away last year, when I was 13. At breakfast, I casually mentioned this to mum. This was the reaction I got:
“Charlotte Irene Endale! Your father is- your father is- is dead. He would not-could not leave Du a note in the middle of the night!” I could see the tears in her eyes so I sagte “Bye, mum! Have a nice day!” and left for school.
I had decided to go there after school, because my school was at 14 Loophole Way. I wondered why the place was so close to my school. It almost seemed like someone wanted a girl from Collinsburg School for Girls to find it. Although, it could just be a prank Von the boys from the neighbouring school, Collinsburg School for Boys. Only time would tell.

I reached for the decorative doorbell that was silver set in bronze. Before I could press it, the door opened. I stepped in warily, calling out before me. Suddenly, the floor gave way from under me. I screamed, clutching at the edges of the floor. Then I heard a voice calling: “Malum! Where are you, Du crazy cat?” I looked up and saw two green dots. Then I felt a nail dig into my right hand and force me to let got. Then the same happened with my left hand, and I fell into what seemed a bottomless pit. I was just realising that it probably wasn’t a prank when I stopped. There wasn’t really anything under me, just air. I didn’t have any idea about what to do. So I started making slow swimming motions, moving my arms around in slow circles. I closed my eyes and whimpered. Why did I always have to stick my too small nose into everything? I could be snuggling up with a good romance novel in my bohne bag chair right now, sipping hot Schokolade with tiny marshmallows and listening to Norah Jones etc. on my new iPod nano generation four. I got it for my birthday last week. It’s bright pink, my favourite colour, and the headphones are those really comfortable ones that go inside your - I was suddenly jerked back to reality Von a mewing in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw-nothing. Then the same two green dots were centimetres away from my face. I felt a needle stick into my big toe and I saw no more.

When I regained consciousness, I couldn’t Bewegen owing to the thin strings around my whole body. I tried to struggle, but found that I was too weak to do anything. I was just about to cry out, when a small hand blocked my mouth.
“Please shut up,” sagte a computerised voice in my ear. As my vision focused, I saw three small creatures nodding their heads in approval. It was weird, seeing as the voice had been inside my ear, but then I felt something similar to the headphones of my iPod in my ear. On a closer look, the creatures also had a headphone in each ear. There was also a small microphone close to their mouths, but how it stayed there? Beats me.
“We are here to save you,” the voice continued. I saw the mouth of the tallest creature move. “We are the only remaining inhabitants of this planet, once called Earth. Seeing as there are no Earthly characteristics left on this planet, that is not what we call it any more. It is now Planet Hung, only surviving place of inhabitation in the 3000th Jahr of our Lady Blondine”. I was so not following this.
“Wait. Hung? Only place? Jahr 3000? Blondine?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, Lottie. All of what Lai has told Du is true,” sagte a voice my subconscious recognised. When the rest of my brain had finally caught up, I could already see a familiar face in my line of sight. “Daddy!” I yelled, overjoyed at the prospect of seeing my father again. Then my voice of reason kicked in.
“But, Dad. Du died! A Jahr ago, remember? I saw your mangled body after it cut out of the crushed plane Du were in.” The memory was too much for me. I started to cry, not only for my father but also because here I was, in the middle of a weird country, not to mention 992 years into the future. The computerised voice in my ear started again.
“Please shut up. Crying will not help rescue operation 5098.” The creature I deemed to be Lai nodded again. Then he (or she, I don’t know) snapped his oder her fingers and the other two things came and lifted me like I weighed no Mehr than a feather. I was carried away from the room I was captured in, and the voice continued. “This is the Home of a sorcerer named Milo, and he has a cat called Malum. Milo can travel in time wherever he wants, and he often uses that skill to capture willing fools like you. Du must shut up, because if Malum hears Du we will all die.” I almost questioned it, but then the message sunk in and I buttoned my lip pretty fast.
After a while, I opened my eyes to a wonderful azure field. Wait. Azure? That’s when I finally realised that it was all true and definitely not a prank.
“You know, Du look really different than 993 years ago,” sagte Dad. I almost laughed at him, and then shut up when the fact his numbers were, in fact, right dawned on me. “Your hair is a different colour, and you’re, well, plumper.” His face showed he was uncomfortable relating these changes, so I reached out to pat his arm. But, of course, I was still bound. Then I stopped. My hair was still orangey, at least when I had left Home it was. I was just going to point this out to dad when the ropes were cut and a mirror was handed to me. I stared into it, contemplating the odd neon rosa tinge my now purple hair had. Boy, was this Jahr weird. Then I felt an abnormal freeness about my whole body. I looked down and saw that instead of my normal outfit of skinny jeans and a sweater, there was a chubby blob covered in what looked like a hospital kleid but was actually a dress. I realised that I wasn’t wearing anything else and quickly squeezed my legs together in embarrassment.
“Umm, dad? When I left Home I was thin, had orange-ish hair and I was wearing normal clothes. What has happened to me?” Dad looked at me wistfully.
“Oh, Lottie. If Du only knew what Milo did to you…” I laughed. “Try dyed my hair, stahl, stola my clothes and fattened me up?” Dad shook his head sadly, and then enlightenment dawned on me. “Milo didn’t do anything, did he?” I asked. “All he did really was to transport me 992 years into the future. So, this is what I’ll look like when I’m 1002 years old. Only, won’t I be dead then?” Dad laughed.
“Right, right, right and wrong. You’ll be alive thanks to something Lei here invented,” he said, gesturing to one of the until-now mute things. It bowed. Just as I was wondering how to tell Immie and mum about them, it hit me.
“Dad. If Milo sent me here, only he can send me back, right?”
“Technically, yeah, but really? No. Anybody interested enough in sorcery can do that. Like Lyi.” Finally! The name of the third thing.
“Yeah, dad. About Lai, Lei and Lyi? What are they, exactly?” Dad laughed, but it sounded strained. “They are the messengers of Sabrens, the people of Hung.” Right, seems like I’ll have to probe a bit. “Yeah. I almost figured that, except for the Sabren bit. But what are they? Du know, animals, robots etc.?”
“They are humans. This is what the Sabrens of Hung look like.” Dad, however, looked almost apologetic. “Right. I’ve had enough! Where are all the boys? Du can take off your masks now,” I said, directing the last bit at Lai, Lei and Lyi. Dad’s expression changed from apologetic to questioning. “Boys? Masks?” It was his turn to be incredulous.
“Yeah, Du know,” I said. “The boys from Collinsburg boys? The masks that those kids pretending to be futuristic humans are wearing?” Then dad seemed to realise. “Lottie, honey, this is no joke. This is the Jahr 3000. Really. And an answer to your earlier Frage on me being dead, Milo was sitting Weiter to me in the plane. He was just sorcering himself to safety when I happened to brush his hand. So, I came too. What Du saw was my 2008 body. This is the new me.” He gestured to himself. That was way to much information for my brain to process, so it decided to shutdown, which, of course, rendered me unconscious.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a note pinned to my sweater. It seemed to have been returned while I slept. My jeans, also, and my shoes. I opened the note, eager to see if it were dad’s handwriting. It was, though the message was quite different than the first.

Lottie-sorry there wasn’t any destiny to find. If I’d had it my way, you’d have stayed in the Jahr 3000 with me. But the Sabrens didn’t accept Du because of your non-blue skin. So, I got Lyi to return Du to your time, along with all your stuff.

xxx, Dad.
P.S. the purple hair Suits you!

lolololol I was going through my files and found this xD I wrote it for English class in 7th grade, aka when I was 12... I really hope I've improved some since then xD