I was walking to the White Cliffs of Dover and stopped at the point where my mother had jumped off.  Nobody had found her body after she had jumped.  She had jumped after reading an ancient book of witchcraft.  I had always wondered what she had read but I would never know since she took the book with her.  Why had she jumped?  She was perfectly fine before she went to Portobello Road and bought that stupid book.  The family had fallen apart since she had left.  My brother John had dropped out of school at sixteen and married some eastern European girl called Nadia.  My dad had married an evil woman—who I was sure she was the devil in persona—who was having a go at the family fortune.

I saw a ship on the horizon and got a little closer to the edge.  The ground fell away at my feet.  It was like falling into a bottomless pit.  I shut my eyes and thought about my Mom.  I could see myself embracing her.  I opened my eyes and saw that I was about to hit the jagged rocks.  I shouted, ‘Mom!’  I was preparing myself for my death when suddenly I was sucked into a vortex.  It was just like on TV.  There was a swirl of colors and I hit the ground.

I woke up and realized it had been a dream.  I opened my eyes to see I was in my room but I was certain this was not my room.  I was in a monastery!  Had I been here before?  I looked around at the familiar room.  Then I realized I was in the monks’ bedroom of the monastery I had visited with my class.  I looked for the security cameras and the big hole in the wall but neither of them was there.  It looked like the illustration of the room how it would have been in the middle ages.  Was I in the middle ages?  I dismissed that thought at once and decided to take a look around.

Join now!

I walked out of the room and saw that there were real monks!  One of them came up to me and he introduced himself.

Monk:                Hallo. How art thou feeling?

I:                Fine thanks.

Monk:                Thanks? What is ‘thanks’?

I:                Never mind.  What is your name?

Monk:                My name is James. What is thine?

I:                My name is Nick.

James:                What a strange name.

I:                Where am I?

James:                Thou art in the Priory of St Martin of Tours.

I:                Thank you.

James:                Where do you come from?

I:                I come from the future.

James:                Did you come from the ...

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