I tap my chin thinking. Why is math so boring? For all I know, math was invented in the Middle Ages to torture prisoners. So tell me. Why is math so important? Suddenly I think of something. I read this online once. All I need is for the intercom to- “Attention, all students…” I quickly get out of my seat and curl up in a fetal position under my desk. “Drew, why are you hiding under your desk?” asks the teacher, Mrs. Carr. “I-It’s the voices. I thought they were gone for good. They said, ‘Attention, all students=’” The class erupts with laughter. “Drew, that’s not funny.” “Then why is everyone laughing?” I ask. The class laughs again. “DREW!!TWO-HOUR DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL!!!” screamed Mrs. Carr. After I finally-FINALLY- get out of the detention room, I run home. I tear upstairs and start my computer to do my homework. I have to Google something. Suddenly, this crazy ad pops up. ‘Free time travel’ it says. I click on it. Ever wanted to travel through time? Well, now’s your chance! Text ‘time’ to 1-800-time-travel.I whip out my cell phone. Well, hey, it’s free, remember? I text to the company and wait. Soon my phone buzzes. They texted back! I grab my phone and read the text. Here’s what it said: Look in the closet.Look in the closet? What could that mean? I get up and slowly walk to the closet. A small box is sitting on the floor of the closet. I open it to find a glass ball with what looks like a marble in the center of it. But it’s not. I can tell because it slowly changes color. Blue, Purple, Violet, Pink, Red, Brown, Black, etc. I look around in the box. There are instructions as well. They say to rub the glass ball and say aloud wherever you want to go. I grab my backpack and shove a couple of dresses into it. Then I rub the glass ball. “RMS Titanic, April 10, 1912!” I say. There is a flash of light. It slowly fades away. I think I’m in a stateroom or something.“How dare you sneak into my room!” growls a voice. I turn around. A familiar-looking man is looking at me. J. Bruce Ismay! I open my mouth to explain, but he grabs me by the shirt and drags me into a different room. “You’re stretching my shirt!” I say. He rolls his eyes and lets go. He grabs my arm instead. I drop my backpack and the glass ball. The glass ball didn’t break. That’s crazy, like it’s indestructible or something! Ismay drags me to a closet, where he gets a sheet and a cane. He then drags me to a desk, where he shoves me onto the chair so that I’m lying down on my stomach with my legs dangling over the side. He puts his foot on my back and uses the sheet to tie my knees to the wooden chair legs so I can’t kick him. All of a sudden I hear a crack and my butt really hurts. He’s caning me! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!I feel tears stinging my eyes. I jam them shut to stop myself from crying. CRACK!Ismay brings the cane down on my buttocks once more. He then gets his foot off my back and unties the sheet. “There. Now get out of my cabin.” “Mr. Ismay, Please let me explain.” “Then explain!” “Well…” I told him all about the ad, traveling back in time, and so on. “So you’re from 100 years in the future?” “Yeah. Ever seen anyone dressed like this?” I ask. He stares at my jeans and T-shirt. “No.” he says. “Well, there’s your proof.” I say. “By the way, the Titanic will leave Southampton in half an hour.” “Ok.” “But first, you should go into the future and put on a decent dress.” I pull the two dresses out of my backpack. “I decided to come prepared. Which one?” I say holding up the dresses. “That one.” Says Mr. Ismay, pointing to the one I was holding in my left hand. “Kay.” I say. “The bathroom’s over there,” says Mr. Ismay. “Thanks.” I say. I go into the bathroom to change. “You look marvelous!” says Mr. Ismay. “Thanks!” I say. “Oh, by the way, what’s your name?” “Drew Chapin.” I reply. “Later, Mr. Ismay!” I say, walking out the door.I go to the bow of the ship and stare down at the water. I resist the urge to scream, “I’M THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD! WHOOHOOOOOOOO!” like they did in the movie. That can wait awhile.After a while, I hear the ship’s horn. People are waving goodbye to friends and relatives. I sigh, knowing that 1,500 people will die when this ship sinks and they’ll never see each other again. I notice there’s a dish on a nearby deck chair. Maybe I’ll throw it over the rail. I grab it and fling it over the rail as the ship slowly glides away from land. I wave to the people below. “Goodbye! See y’all later!” I yell. Wow. I’m on Titanic. This is SO cool. I still can’t believe it. “Hello, Drew.” Says Mr. Ismay as he answers the door. “Hey, Mr. Ismay.” I say. “I have something to tell you, by the way.” I say. “Yes, all right. Come in.” he says. I go in. “Well…um, how do I say this… Your ship’s gonna sink.” I say. His eyes widen. “When?” “I can’t tell you. But not anytime soon, I promise.” I say. Mr. Ismay is quiet for a minute. “By the way, you can sleep on the couch tonight.” He says. “Thanks, Mr. Ismay!” I say. Later today, we stop at Cherbourg, a city in France. I go up on deck and watch the SS Nomadic bring more passengers aboard. “Hi.” I hear a voice behind me. I turn around to see a boy about my age. “Hi.” I say. “I’m William Carter the Second. But you can call me Billy.” He says. “Drew Chapin. Nice to meet you, Billy.” I say, smiling. “I saw you throw a dish overboard when we left Southampton. That was pretty brave of you.” “Thanks.” I say. “How bout we check out the ship?” I say. “Why don’t we?” he says. During the walk, this really annoying little boy starts following us. I don’t see his parents. “Hey, um, what’s your name?” I ask. “George.” He says. “Can I play with you?” “Um, sorry, George, we’re having a private conversation.” I say. Billy gives me a look like, ‘We are?’ I give him a look saying, ‘Just trying to get this kid to stop following us.’ George glares at us. “I’m telling my parents.” He said. “Then tell.” I say, not even looking at him. He turns and runs off. “I think we should run.” I say. We both run. “Go down the first staircase you come to! I’ll follow!” I say to Billy. But we both concentrate on running, so we don’t notice anywhere to hide. We bump into a man and woman. “Ohmigod! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I say. I help the man up. I notice he has George’s Brown eyes and blond hair. Just then George comes running up. “Mother! Father! Those are the same big kids who were mean to me!” Mean!?!? George, what are you talking about?! “What?” said the man. George explained what happened. “Children, why did you say that? George is only six!” “Then why is he running around like that? Believe me, I wasn’t allowed to do than when I was his age.” I say. Billy gasps loudly. To make a long story short, we ended up playing with George. It was NOT fun. Finally, he had to leave. “Good riddance.” I say. “I couldn’t have put it better myself,” says Billy. “Hey! I have an idea!” I say. I whisper my revenge plan to Billy. “That’s not a bad idea!” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 2:00!” I say. “You too!”“Hi, Mr. Ismay!” “Hello, Drew. How was your walk?” “It was fine,” I say. I flop down on the couch, thinking about my revenge plan. ********“Did you do that thing with the meat?” asks Billy. “Yeah. I did it with two kinds of meat.” I say. “Good. Now let’s get George.” He says. George was sitting with his parents nearby. We walk over. I take a huge breath. “Hi. We really enjoyed playing with George yesterday. Can he hang around with us again?” I ask. George’s parents smile. “Yes, he can.” They say. George seems delighted. We all walk until we saw the Astors with their Airedale terrier, Kitty. We lead George away from them. “George, did anyone ever tell you that some dogs eat people?” I ask him. His eyes widen. “No.” “Well, they do. I once saw it happen. I saw a boy walking his dog once. It was an Airedale terrier, like the Astor’s dog. The dog started to lick the boy’s feet, Then it started to bite them. Then it ate him. First it ate the feet, then the legs, the body, the arms, and the head. I was hiding under a bush the whole time. See- OHMIGOD!!! RUN! IT’S IT!!!! IT’S PREPARING TO EAT ME!!!” I scream. See, I rubbed meat on my shoes so that Kitty would lick them. “IT’S THE END OF HUMANITY!!!!! RUN!!!!!!”Billy and I speed along the decks. Kitty is chasing us, after my delicious shoes. The Astors are chasing after their dog. People are staring at us, some of them joining in. George seems to have run in the opposite direction. About ten people are after us, including the Astors. I notice a door. I yank it open and Billy and I race inside and slam the door. “What’s happening?” asks a voice. We turn around to see a confused young man. Harold Bride! “A monster!” I whimper. Mr. Bride stares at us for a minute, then walks over to the window and looks outside. “Just a barking dog and a bunch of people. No monster. You’re playing a prank, aren’t you?” He says. “What’s happening?” says a voice. A tired-looking man wearing a similar uniform to the one Bride is wearing is pulling a curtain out of the way. “Who are they?” “I’m Drew Chapin and this is my friend Billy Carter.” I say. “You guys are Harold Bride and Jack Philips, right?” Both men nod. “Why are you here? What was all the yelling outside? I know it was you,” says Mr. Bride. “Well…” Billy and I explain about George, our revenge, etc. In the end, both men are rolling on the floor laughing. “Um, I’m glad you think the story is funny. But do either of you know how to get out of this without getting in trouble?” Mr. Phillips stops laughing. “Well, I’m not sure you can get out of it without getting in trouble. Tell the truth, and accept the consequences. That’s my advice.” “Thanks.” I say. I take a deep breath and open the door.“Look…. this was all a joke. We’re sorry,” says Billy. “Yeah, we are.” I say. Mr. Astor nods. “All right. We forgive you. But why would you do such a thing?” We tell them the same story we told the two wireless operators. They both nod. “Mm-hmm.” “Drew, what you did was not funny.” Says Mr. Ismay. “And hello to you too.” I say sarcastically. “Don’t get smart with me. You and your friend will be mopping the deck for the rest of the day.” “All right.”“Sorry,” I say. Billy and I are both mopping the first-class deck. He looks confused. “For what?” “For thinking up the stupid revenge plan. This is totally my fault.” I say. We spend the rest of the afternoon scrubbing the deck. Little does everyone know that this deck would soon be clean. Very clean, since it’ll be underwater. I chuckle at my own black humor. “Hello.” I hear a voice say. Billy and I look up to see the face of the ship’s designer, Thomas Andrews. “Hello, Mr. Andrews.” I say. “So you’re the two children who rubbed meat on their shoes so the Astors’ dog would chase you. “I was the one who did that. He didn’t.” I say. “Oh.” he says, nodding. “Why did you do it, anyhow?” “To get revenge on a really annoying little kid. We convinced him that dogs ate people.” Mr. Andrews rolled his eyes. “Oh.” He says. I rub the mop on the deck, thinking about when this ship sinks. I know for a fact Billy won’t die. Someone puts a hat on him to make him look like a girl. It’s either his mom or Mr. Astor. “Let’s change the subject. How do you like the ship so far?” “Great!” “Cool!” we say. “ I’m glad you like her. Anyhow, I have to leave now. Goodbye!” “Laters!” I say “Goodbye!” says Billy. The Astors and their dog come and sit down in nearby deck chairs. George and his parents were nearby, so I made a big show of staying at least ten feet away from Kitty until Mr. Astor glares at me. I smile sheepishly and mop up the rest of Kitty’s paw prints. After we finally are done mopping the deck, Billy and I both feel sluggish and tired. We both decide to retreat back to our cabins (as for me, I’m still staying in Mr. Ismay’s stateroom). Nothing’s gonna wake me up tonight. Nope. “Hello, Drew.” Says Mr. Ismay as he opens the door. “Hey, Mr. Ismay. This may sound surprising, but mopping was fun. Billy and I played a game where you aren’t supposed to step on the spots that have been mopped.” Mr. Ismay nods. “Oh.” I flop down on the couch. “I could sleep for a week.” I say. After dinner, I slip into my t-shirt (which I had been using as a sort of nightgown since I came here), grab a spare blanket out of the closet and fall asleep almost immediately.*******The next day, I try out one of the mechanical horses in the gym. It was pretty fun. I made it go as fast as it could go and I almost fell off. It was awesome! Everything’s spinning as I walk. “Drew!” I turn to see the Astors and their beloved Kitty. “Drew, come here!” I walk towards them. “Drew, Can you do us a favor?” asks Mr. Astor. I nod. “Yeah, what’s the favor?” Mr. Astor lowers his voice. “You know the little boy who you played the prank on?” “Yeah?” “Well, he really is annoying. Can you somehow get Kitty to chase him?” “Sure, but I’d somehow have to make him smell like meat or something.” Mrs. Astor pulls something wrapped in a napkin. “No problem!” She unwraps the napkin to reveal a mix of meats: chicken, beef, mutton, and turkey. A bit of each was in the napkin. “Thanks a lot. May I take Kitty now?” “Of course! Here, take this with you,” says Mrs. Astor, handing me the napkin with the meat inside. “Thanks. I’ll take full blame if I get in trouble. It’s totally worth it. To make it seem more realistic, at least one of you will have to chase after when you see George with us chasing him. See you!” I say. Kitty and I turn towards George.“George, I’m really sorry about yesterday.” I lie. My fingers are crossed tightly behind my back where no-one can see them. I slip a piece of meat into each of George’s pockets when no-one’s looking.George’s parents are really mad. “Our son has always been afraid if dogs,” says his mother. Just then, Kitty smelled the meat. She came trotting toward George. George screamed and ran away. Kitty and I followed. “No! Kitty! Noooooo!” I yelled, pretending to want her to stop. Kitty chases George at lightning speed, but that kid is pretty fast. Mr. Astor gets up and starts running after us. Kitty is literally dragging me along. It’s like a dog rodeo! “Yee-haw!” I yell, just because I feel like it. People are clapping and laughing. I should invent a sport called ‘Georging’ aka putting meat in the pockets of little brats like George and getting big dogs to chase after them. Kitty has caught George and is chewing at his pockets. It was a pretty funny sight. I pretend to try to pull Kitty away from George. George takes off his jacket and runs off. Kitty forgets about the meat and runs after George. If you’re running and screaming like George is, dogs will be running after you within seconds. Mr. Astor and I follow Kitty and George. “Yeee-haw!” I scream. “It’s like a dog rodeo or something, huh?” I say to Mr. Astor. He nods. “I suppose.” I grip the leash. All of us are running at lightning speed. I trip and Kitty is dragging me along again. George runs down an iron stairway to the second-no, third class decks.Kitty is still dragging me along. Everyone is laughing at us. “Yeee-haw!!” I yell to everyone. Suddenly, I start to feel light-headed. I’ve been running too much! I let go of the leash and vomit onto the deck. I throw up a second time and speed to catch up with George, Mr. Astor, and Kitty. I grab the leash and let Kitty drag me. Around the ship we go, until we all collapse, drenched with sweat and puking our guts out. That’s when everything went black.“Drew, get up!” I hear a voice say. My eyelids flicker open. It’s Mrs. Astor. “Who are you? I think I have amnesia. I guess now I can’t remember that I was chasing George with your dog and your husband,” I joke. Mrs. Astor smiles. “Mr. Astor, Kitty and George all collapsed and threw up as well. I carried George to his parents and came back here.” She turns away. “John, wake up!” she says, shaking Mr. Astor.“Drew! Where have you been all this time?” says a voice. I turn to see Mr. Ismay staring at me. I get up. “Sorry, The Astors asked me to walk Kitty and she just chased George all of a sudden. Don’t ask me why.”In Mr. Ismay’s stateroom, I change into my jeans and t-shirt and hand wash my dress in the bathtub. I hang it on the shower curtain to dry overnight. I flop down on the couch and fall asleep. *******Not much happens the next day. I just hang out with Billy, tell him about what happened yesterday (he laughed really hard), and so on.I also take Kitty (the Astor’s dog, remember?) for a walk. She and Mr. Astor will die during the sinking, but Mrs. Astor will survive. *******The next day is April fourteenth. The day the unsinkable ship sinks. I sigh. I’m gonna miss Titanic. It was really fun. Well, except for mopping the deck anyway. But never mind. I walk around the decks, trying to remember every detail of the magnificent ship. Tap! Tap! Tap! I look up at the door. A confused Mr. Ismay comes out of his room to answer the door. It’s a steward. “Life belts on!” he barks before disappearing down the corridor. “See, I told you this ship was going to sink.” I say. “Yes, you did. Here, put this on.” Says Mr. Ismay, handing me a life belt. He pulls on a lifebelt. I grab my backpack, which contains the other dress, the glass ball, and my modern clothes(I decided to stay up all night wearing my dress so I wouldn’t look so weird) and wrap it in a blanket. I don’t want to attract attention by carrying an odd bag. “Go. Get to a lifeboat,” says Mr. Ismay. I rush out the door, but I don’t get into a lifeboat. Instead, I run down to E deck to save some of the third class passengers. “EVERYBODY!!! LIFE BELTS ON!!!!!NOW!!!!!!” I scream. I’m in one of the third class corridors. I kick each door. Confused people are poking their heads out. “PUT YOUR LIFE BELTS ON IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU!!!!” I scream. My throat hurts badly from all the screaming, but I have to keep going. I run through the corridors screaming that the ship was sinking. When I’m done, I run up to the first-class decks. “Drew! Get in a boat! Now!” I turn to see Mr. Astor pushing through the crowd. He grabs my arm and practically drags me to what I think might be lifeboat four. I sit down next to Mrs. Astor, who has tears in her eyes.I notice Billy standing on deck with his mother and sister. Mr. Astor is behind them. He whispers something into Mrs. Carter’s ear, and she then takes off her hat and shoves it on Billy’s head to make him look like a girl. He, his mother, and his sister are helped into the lifeboat. He notices me, smiles, and sits near me. “Hi.” I say. “Hello.” “This is really scary, don’t you think?” “I think it’s sad. People are gonna die, and we had a lot of fun on the ship. You know, the Astors, George, and Kitty?” I say. His eyes have tears in them. “Yeah.” I wrap my arms around him. I feel him doing the same to me. In his ear, I whisper the words, “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “I knew this was going to happen. I’ll show you later.” I whisper. We let go of one another. I stare at the ship. The white distress rockets zoom into the air and explode into colored balls. I watch them for about half an hour. I then hear an explosion, then a crack “Look!” I say. Billy and I watch as the ship breaks in half. “Oh my dear Lord….those poor people…” I hear Mrs. Astor murmur. The stern of Titanic bobs like a cork for a few minutes before sliding into the water. Titanic was no more. I was in shock. I had known this was going to happen, and even seen the movie that recreated this scene….but believe me, actually being there was something else. Even if I wanted to speak, I couldn’t. It was REALLY cold out, and I think even my hair might have been cold.At about six in the morning, we reach the Carpathia. The little kids are hauled up in the cargo nets, while the rest of us climb up a rope ladder.I find Mr. Ismay and it turns out I’m staying in a stateroom with him instead of sleeping in the smoking room.“Drew?” I turn around to see Billy standing behind me. “You promised you’d tell me how you knew that the ship was going to sink.” “Well…I’m from the year 2012, one hundred years from now. Can we go to a private place to talk?” we go to Mrs. Astor’s room, with me clutching the blanket with my backpack inside. “I have something to tell you both.” I say. We’re In Mrs. Astor’s room, sitting on the bed. “I’m from the year 2012. Look,” I say, pulling my jeans and T-shirt out of my backpack. “Have you ever seen anyone wearing anything like this?” they both shake their heads. “So, there’s your proof.” I say.A few days later, The Carpathia docks in New York. The Carters ask me to stay with them until I decided to go back to my time (yes, Billy had told his parents).A year after that, when World War I broke out, I decided to disguise myself as a man and join the army. I told Mr. and Mrs. Carter this and they tried to stop me….but I didn’t care. I did it anyway. I became a colonel after a few years, and one day at dinner I announced to my fellow soldiers that I was a girl. Since I was a colonel, they didn’t kill me and some even started to call me ‘Mulan.’ I decided to stay and fight in World War II. After that I decided to come back. That was two days ago. And yesterday, I overheard some of my classmates talking about Titanic. “If only one of the survivors was alive,” I heard one of them saying. I smile to myself. Little did they know that one was listening that very moment!