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The Times Of Old

by Amelia Mayer

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Copyright © 2021 Amelia Mayer
Contents

Chapter 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 6 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 10 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 11 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 12 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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“Dog.” 
“ You’ve done that one already.”
“No, I haven’t. I did canine.”
“It’s pretty much the same thing.”
Natalie glanced down at the scribbles of writing on her Mad Libs book. The words scrawled on there in Jack’s unkempt handwriting mostly consisted of dog, puppy, doghouse, wolf, German Shepard, and doghouse. Seriously, Natalie thought. What else can he even think of?
Like most little brothers,(or, as Natalie’s friend would call little bothers) Jack was bored. Really bored. And Natalie’s mother wanted her to entertain him. However, Natalie’s attention was fixed elsewhere. Right now they were speeding down JFK Expressway, heading towards New York City, where Natalie’s grandparents lived. They lived in an old, old house, and, as Natalie often heard her parents say, “Right in the middle of a newly-built neighborhood. They’re really going to have to sell that house to the National Parks service someday, it’s probably a national monument.” 
It sounded glamorous. But, Natalie thought wryly, If you call glamorous arguing with your little bother in the backseat of a old Dodge Caravan circa. 1992, well, then, you don’t know what glamorous is. Natalie had long ago decided she preferred her home state, Virginia. It not that she didn’t necessary like to travel… she would just rather be going somewhere else. She liked the quiet, peaceful woods and the large, old houses.
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“Dog.” 
“ You’ve done that one already.”
“No, I haven’t. I did canine.”
“It’s pretty much the same thing.”
Natalie glanced down at the scribbles of writing on her Mad Libs book. The words scrawled on there in Jack’s unkempt handwriting mostly consisted of dog, puppy, doghouse, wolf, German Shepard, and doghouse. Seriously, Natalie thought. What else can he even think of?
Like most little brothers,(or, as Natalie’s friend would call little bothers) Jack was bored. Really bored. And Natalie’s mother wanted her to entertain him. However, Natalie’s attention was fixed elsewhere. Right now they were speeding down JFK Expressway, heading towards New York City, where Natalie’s grandparents lived. They lived in an old, old house, and, as Natalie often heard her parents say, “Right in the middle of a newly-built neighborhood. They’re really going to have to sell that house to the National Parks service someday, it’s probably a national monument.” 
It sounded glamorous. But, Natalie thought wryly, If you call glamorous arguing with your little bother in the backseat of a old Dodge Caravan circa. 1992, well, then, you don’t know what glamorous is. Natalie had long ago decided she preferred her home state, Virginia. It not that she didn’t necessary like to travel… she would just rather be going somewhere else. She liked the quiet, peaceful woods and the large, old houses.
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Natalie had always dreamed of living in one. Right now, Natalie lived in a boring old townhome.
“RATTY NATTY!” She heard. 
“Jack! Stop, fine, I’ll keep going..” She muttered.
“Jack, dear, don’t talk loudly in the car.” Natalie heard her mother say, not even looking up from the smartphone in her hands. Natalie sighed. She grabbed a ponytail holder from the side pocket in the car and pulled her dirty-blonde hair into a messy ponytail. A very messy ponytail. She was genuinely surprised Jack hadn’t died of laughter yet. 
The night before they had stayed in a sleepy town in a small hotel, which, in Natalies opinion, smelled like old people and stale saltine crackers. The inn, at least, had been quiet, except for the sound of her father’s snores and her brother’s kicking. 
Now she wished she was back at the inn. Natalie was NOT happy at all. She was slightly nauseous, brain dead, and annoyed. Her phone was also dying. But most of all, she was away from her friends and the public pool a block away from her house, which her mother let her walk to almost every day in the summer. For the whole entire summer she was going to be cooped up at that house. Not that she didn’t like visiting her grandparents. But she also didn’t even know these grandparents well. It had been at least three years since she had last seen them. 
It had been December, and they stayed for a week. Jack had been five. Natalie had been ten. All she remembers doing was going Christmas shopping and eating peanut butter bliss bars. 
Which wasn’t so bad. 
But it had been a very boring week. Jack had seemed to agree too because he made it very interesting by falling off the counter and banging his head on the hardwood floor, resulting in a trip to the hospital and a long night of waking him up every ten minutes to make sure he didn’t have a concussion. That was NOT fun. 
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