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Dear Journal,

I guess I kind of feel sad, mostly because of the trip I took with my cousin, Mercy, in our time machine. Ever since she and I found the time machine we have been traveling everywhere! Yesterday Mercy and I played in the time machine all day. Towards the end of the day we had time for one more visit before supper. We both wanted to go visit Amelia Earhart before we needed to go in. And we both wanted to see her when she was thirty-nine years, old. We both agreed on going to see her on June 1st, 1937. We arrived at the place where Amelia was just about to take flight. When she wasn’t looking we both snuck into the plane. As she got in Mercy whispered, “I really do hope she doesn’t find us before she takes-off.” I agreed by nodding my head. To my surprise, she didn’t even turn around to notice us (which I thought was going to happen.) Mercy was thrilled to be in the airplane, but I thought that if we were caught, we would be taken home. After we were farther away than when we started, Mercy tapped my shoulder and raised her eyebrows. I nodded my head as to agree. At the same time we introduced ourselves like she knew we were there the whole time, which we were there the whole time, but she didn’t know that. As her eyes grew big, I thought maybe we should have waited to introduce our selves. Then she began to speak, “Children…” We didn’t let her finish, “I am Mercy and this is my, um… cousin, her name is Patience. I am very sorry for not telling you that we were coming along. “Mercy looked as though she were going to laugh. I grabbed her hand and continued for her. “We have as long as you do. Don’t feel bad, I’m sure our parents wouldn’t mind…” “You mean to say you didn’t ask to come with me?????! Amelia looked terrified and so did Mercy. “I’m sorry girls, you mayn’t come with me. We will have to turn around.” Mercy suddenly burst into tears and I thought that maybe we should have stayed home. “Um, Mercy, right?” I nodded my head and she continued.” I guess you can come, if…” she paused and Mercy looked up and stopped crying. “You need to sit down.” We took our seats, but Mercy still looked horrified. She somehow made us get back into the time-machine, how, I do not know. “Patience, what do you think you are doing?" I’m sure I looked shocked. “I thought you wanted to visit her,” I replied. ”Don’t be crazy, I did not want you to say we have all the time in the world because we don’t!” I finally pushed my way back to the control-panel and typed in, “Amelia’s destination.” The machine jerked, spun and suddenly stopped. We got out to see nothing but an island. We saw a few medal scraps and a shoe. I pointed to them, but Mercy hadn’t even gotten out of the machine! “Come on, Mercy.” I shouted. Slowly Mercy stepped out and looked at the medal scraps. “They are Amelia’s,” I told her. She looked in disbelief. “I don’t believe it!” she wailed. “We made her crash!” “Come on, let’s get home, I’ll tell you what happened there,” I said. As we climbed back in I told her that most people thought that Amelia had crashed because of lack of fuel. She was shocked, but typed in, “Home.” As we walked inside Mercy said, “I thought she crashed because of us. Just stick to Neil Armstrong next time.” I nodded my head as we walked inside just as the rest of the family was washing up for supper. Thankfully no one noticed that we were late! No talks about being late!