Answer:
Down below It's a short story.
Explanation:
In all of my life living in London, I never had anything unusual or exciting happen. Of course, there were the occasional outings and birthdays, but compared to what happened yesterday, these seem like something as common as blinking. Yesterday, I was walking to school and not paying the most attention when the ground dropped from underneath me. I was tumbling through a streaky blue tunnel of nothing. I remember screaming and not even hearing my own scream. My mind started racing and a million thoughts went through my head all at once. What's happening? Where's the ground? Where am I being taken to? The blue tunnel suddenly ended and I landed on my bottom on the cement. Groaning, I pushed my hair out of my face and looked around. A small gasp worked its way out of my mouth as I looked around. The Target that had been near the school was gone and replaced with apartments and town homes that looked to be made eighty years ago. As I pushed myself up, I happened to notice a flyer in the window of a restaurant. I walked over to the window and read it. It said:
Sorry! We are closed until May 25th 1939.
I screamed, whipped around, and pressed myself flat to the wall of the restaurant. I was in the very beginning of World War II.
