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The two boys, Miles and Randy, had been paired up with class bully Kyle and know-it-all Maria to go on a field trip to the home of Martin Luther King Jr.
Of course, none of them even dreamed of going there, being a snooze fest for everyone, even Maria somehow.
As they roamed the halls of the home now turned museum, it was Maria and Kyle who couldn’t or wouldn’t shut up. They had been bickering ever since they had gotten on the bus.
It seemed as Kyle had chosen another dumb topic to keep Maria entertained, even if that object of entertainment, a dumb debate, annoyed her to her core.
“But, but, but- eso es estupido! You can’t possibly think Martin’s dad was white!” argued Maria, furrowing her brow at Kyle.
“Oh yeah, well look at this photo! He’s white as paper Maria!” countered Kyle, pointing at an old black and white picture of Martin and his family framed in the hallway adjacent to Martin’s room.
When the other two noticed that Miles and Randy had run off to another part of the house, Kyle and Maria scoured around them to see where they had gone.
Of course, they were gawking at some baseball thing. As usual.
The two boys were standing at the entrance of Martin’s room, blocked by a guardrail, their entire upper bodies inside the room, trying to get the best view of the room possible.
“Woah, it’s like a time capsule in there…” said Randy in a quieter tone, as if shouting would shatter some of Martin’s possessions.
“He has a glove, Randy! He was a baseball player!” shouted miles, shaking Randy’s shoulders.
“Guys, we should get a move on. We don’t have all day to gawk at baseball gloves. Let’s go” said Maria, already ready to go home to stop putting up with these idiots.
She and Kyle stared at the scene between Randy and Miles, before Miles took his hands off of Randy and stood back, a red tinge creeping onto his cheeks.
“Okay, okay, jeez. We’ll look around for a few more minutes, okay?” he responded to Maria, who already had her hands on her hips, scowling at the boys.
“Ugh, fine. Remember that this is your fault Miles! Hasta la vista, loser.” said Maria as she walked away with Kyle.
“Ahh! She’s sooo fine. But she’s so…, so, sassy!” shouted Miles as he put his hands on his face.
“Tough love, man.” said Randy, slinging his arm over Miles’ back.
The two exchanged a heartfelt smile, before focusing back onto the room.
“I don’t think the security lady would mind if we … took a little … look around, right?” said Miles, stepping over the guardrail barely stopping anyone from making their way into Martin’s room.
Miles took Randy’s hand and helped him over the guardrail, right as the security guard came about.
“And what do you two young men think you’re doing?” said the security woman.
“Lost our way to … the bathroom?” said Randy with a perplexed look on his face.
“Yeah, right. And what are you two boys doing holding hands? Don’t tell me you were gonna… oh god I won’t even say it.” said the security woman, sighing as she lowered her eyes to look at the floor.
”WHAT!”
”Mrs. Peck, I swear we aren’t-”
Randy and Miles immediately looked down at their hands, still holding the other’s, and pulled them away, both looking extremely embarrassed.
“So, are you gonna tell our teacher about this?” said Miles, wincing.
“Ok. I don’t do this often, but I’ll let you two have a little look around the room.” said the Mrs. Peck, removing the guardrail.
She placed the guardrail’s line down, unhooking it as the boys wandered around Martin’s room, marveling at the baseball memorabilia and recreation of the room.
She also walked into Martin’s room after watching the boys for a while, and proceeded to toy with Martin’s watch.
“Everytime I go in here, I feel like winding up this watch, you know?” said Mrs. Peck softly.
“Watcha say?” said Miles, turning around to look at her.
“Nothing at all, boy. Enjoy your trip!” said the security woman cheerfully as she walked out of the room leaving the two boys alone, the corners of her lips slightly turning upwards.
“So, uh, anything else you wanna look at?” said Randy shyly as he sat on one of the beds in the room.
“Of course man! Look at this glove! It’s sweet, isn’t it!” exclaimed Miles, putting the glove on his hand.
A few moments passed, and a few words escaped Miles’ lips before Randy decided to speak.
“Can I talk to you? I need to tell you something.” said Randy, looking down at his shoes.
“Sure man! Is something bothering you?” said Miles as he jumped onto the spot next to Randy on the bed.
Randy held the hand covered by the glove in between his as he prepared himself to speak to Miles.
He looked up at Miles, a pink swept his cheeks as he was readying himself for the statement he was about to make.
“I don’t have any idea on how long this has been going on, but, Miles … I-”
A zap of electricity radiated from the baseball glove, and as soon as the boys could process it, they were traveling through the fabric of time.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!”
“RANDY!!!”
“EEP!!!”
“HELP!!!”
The two were barely keeping together, both tightly gripping the baseball glove as they floated through the space that was time.
Images flashed through their minds as they traversed time itself, seeing brightly colored images of civilizations of the years past, to important events such as the signing of the Declaration of or the legalization of cousins to marry in Alabama, along with simpler scenes like the daily lives of people all over the globe.
They were spit out onto the grass suddenly, in what seemed like a normal neighborhood. Miles’ pants become covered in the bright green of the grass, and Randy’s knees felt ticklish at the touch of grass.
“Getting the grass stains off my new jeans is going to be a nightmare, aw man…” complained Miles, looking down at his knees.
As the two stood up, a voice could be heard approaching them in the distance.
“Hey! I got the ball!” shouted the voice of a young boy, probably the same age as the two boys.
A young african-american boy ran past the boys, following a baseball soaring through the air.
He jumped up and caught the ball, as the other voices cheered him on.
“Heya” said Miles, gesturing towards the young boy.
“Nice to meet you, dude.” said Randy, extending a hand out to the boy. He gave a shy smile before waving to the two.
“Hello there! My name is Martin. Martin Luther King! Junior, hehe.”