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Dear Journal,

I was successfully keeping the time-machine a secret, but not anymore. Today we made history! Like majorly. I’m serious. Almost. Today Mercy and I made our first batch of pumpkin-lemon-apple cookies – without snitching. First, neither of us likes pumpkin-lemon-apple cookies. Second, Bethany and Micah were there helping us by telling us NOT to eat any. And third, they were for our families, not us. Anyway now it’s ruined, I told Mercy that people could travel in our time-machine after we were dead and come see us making the first batch of pumpkin-lemon-apple cookies without snitching. Obviously Micah and Bethany were sitting there and heard me. They asked a ton of questions about it and who can ignore them? After I had a terrible thought that Micah would catapult pumpkin-lemon-apple cookie dough in my face, Mercy and I reluctantly told everything about it. We tried to ignore the questions, honestly. But tomorrow we’re supposed to take them on another adventure, to the time of Jonah.

Dear Journal,

Today we went to the time of Jonah. We arrived at the dock jut as Jonah was boarding a ship. We had to hurry to get on before the ship left. Just before we took our luggage to the luggage storage, we saw Jonah walk down the stairs of the ship. As soon as we could we stuffed our belonging into the closet and rushed down the stairs. When we got down stairs Jonah was asleep. “Do you always get to things a little late?” Bethany asked. “Well, we don’t always have four people instead of two people going with us,” Mercy said with a mysterious look in her eyes. “I wish we could all go to the time…” I was interrupted by a boom of thunder and the sound of rain on the roof. “Hurry, guys,” Micah said. “Do you want to stay down here or, oh, never mind, I’m going up!” “We’re coming too,” Bethany said. We all scrambled up to the deck where others had already gathered. “What should we do?” said one. “The storm is quite bad,” said another. “Should we go down stairs?” yet another asked. After arguing and rocking back and forth with the ship they decided to throw stuff over board. Some threw heavy barrels in while others tossed boxes and bags over. “It’s no use!” yelled the captain over all the noise. “Someone must have done something to cause this dreadful…” he was knocked over backwards. And together the crowd shouted, “STORM!” “Who did it?” shouted a man from the crowed. After some time Jonah confessed and they threw him over and we immediately were in the water DROWNING! We were all swallowed by a huge fish. While we crawled in to a corner Jonah kneeled down and prayed along with the rest of us. Thankfully we were fast-forwarded to three days later. “Please let us out” and “Here us.” were our prayers. Suddenly we were spit out on shore and Jonah walked away. “There it is!” Micah shouted. “What?” Bethany asked. “Oh yeah, over there!” rejoiced Mercy. “Don’t you see it? The time-machine!” I exclaimed. We all ran over to it and jumped in. we typed in, “Home” and away we went. I asked Micah and Bethany how they liked it and they said they wanted to go with us next time. Mercy and I are both happy they enjoyed it!