Part III

III. Charlie Silver.

Charles “Charlie” Silver was born in a middle-class family, first and only son to Lucas and Anne Silver. Being an only child granted little Charlie some advantages. One of them was having the unconditional love and attention of his parents at all times. See, Charlie had been Lucas and Anne’s little miracle. Anne Silver was a very loving and generous woman, perfect candidate to a mother except that she was unable to have children. Firm believer that she was, she told her husband to never mind what the doctors said, she was going to give birth to a child even if it was the last thing she ever did. After a few years of trying and praying, it happened. Against all odds she had become pregnant. Mr. Silver couldn’t believe his eyes the first time he got to hold his son in his own arms. It isn’t hard to imagine that after Charlie was born, his parents dedicated their lives to giving him everything he could possibly need. But don’t be mistaken, Charlie Silver was no momma’s boy. Mr. Silver worked very hard at making his son understand just how lucky he was to be alive and to have a nice house to live in and a family that could provide him with a few comforts. All and all, Charlie was a normal kid, who had been raised by wonderful parents.

It was on the night before his sixteenth birthday that Charlie’s life changed forever. He went to bed a little after eleven, as he always did. He had been working on his literature assignment, reading H.G. Wells “The Time Machine.” “What an amazing thing time-traveling must be” He thought to himself as he fell asleep.

The next morning Charlie opened his eyes to find he was some place unknown. He wasn’t in his bedroom he knew for sure, it kind of looked like a girl’s room. The wallpaper had a floral print; the bed sheets were of pastel tones and smelled like lavender. He spotted on a corner a collection of china dolls; a few pictures here and there, a mirror hanging on the wall and on the opposite end a white desk and a white wicker chair. He stood from the bed feeling a little dizzy. “Here’s something new, why am I wearing a sleeping gown?” Charlie walked to the mirror and couldn’t help but scream at the sight of a girl staring back at him. “I must be dreaming” he thought. He sat down again closed his eyes and began repeating to himself that it was nothing but a dream. “Wake-up Charles, wake-up!” It took a few minutes before Charlie realized it wasn’t a dream. “What happened last night? Where am I?”