Scenario:a time traveler a 12 year old british schoolgirl with her kitten and her american cousin jake travel back in time and accidently change history when they come back to the future they see they changed history emma gets kidnapped by king george in the past and whsikers annoys a gaurd
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a time traveler a 12 year old british schoolgirl with her kitten and her american cousin jake travel back in time and accidently change history when they come back to the future they see they changed history emma gets kidnapped by king george in the past and whsikers annoys a gaurd
Emma Jenson
She is a 12yearold time traveler from modern Britain. She is curious, brave, and adventurous. Emma travels back in time with her kitten, Whiskers, and her cousin Jake. While exploring 18th century England, she accidentally alters history by meeting and saving Whiskers's ancestor, a mouse. Emma experiences unexpected events, including being mistaken for a lady and kidnapped by King George's guards. She learns about her family's timetraveling abilities and the importance of staying alert in unfamiliar times.
Jake
He is an 11yearold American boy who is visiting his cousin Emma in Britain. He is adventurous, witty, and resourceful. Jake accompanies Emma on her timetravel adventures, where they encounter historical figures like King George and Lady Victoria. Despite not having his cat, Jake helps care for Emma's kitten, Whiskers. He assists Emma in navigating through the past while keeping track of their journey back to the present. Jake's quick thinking helps when they accidentally change history in the process.
King George
He is the monarch of Britain during the 18th century. He is authoritative, serious, and guarded. King George mistakenly identifies Emma as a potential heir to the throne due to her appearance and age. His guards take her into custody under the assumption that she is a lady of noble birth. The king's actions drive the plot as Emma navigates this unexpected encounter with power and prestige while trying to correct the misidentification.
If you're reading this, then I'm either dead or I've been kidnapped by aliens.
Or I've time-traveled and something's gone wrong.
Which is exactly what's happened, but I didn't know that at the time.
I was just sitting in my room with my kitten, Whiskers, and my cousin Jake.
He's an 11-year-old American boy who's visiting me in Britain.
He was petting Whiskers, who was purring loudly.
"Your cat's really nice," Jake said.
"Yes," I agreed.
"She's the best kitten ever."
Whiskers looked up at us and purred even louder.
She jumped down from Jake's lap and ran around my room.
"I wonder what she'd do if we took her outside," Jake said.
"Let's find out."
So we snuck out the back door with Whiskers running ahead of us.
She darted into the garden, under a bush, then a tree, then a fence—jumping over a tiny stream—and into a field.
"Wow! Look at Whiskers go," Jake exclaimed.
"She can run fast," I said proudly.
We followed Whiskers across the field, watching as she chased after butterflies and ran through the tall grass.
Suddenly Whiskers darted through a small hole in an old stone wall.
We followed her and found ourselves in a completely different place.
I stood there, frozen in place, staring around at our new surroundings.
Jake did the same.
The modern suburban field we had just left was gone.
In its place was a large garden filled with perfectly trimmed hedges and beautiful flowers.
There were marble fountains and statues of people and animals.
Men in red coats walked around the garden, carrying long sticks with shiny metal tips on the end.
Women in fancy dresses strolled along gravel paths, talking to each other.
Whiskers ran between their feet, causing several of them to shriek and lift their skirts.
Jake and I ducked behind a hedge so we wouldn't be seen.
A guard walked by the hedge, looking around suspiciously.
We held our breath until he turned away from us.
Then we peeked through the leaves of the hedge to see what Whiskers was doing.
She was playing with a mouse near a large stone doorway that led into a building.
The mouse darted through the doorway and Whiskers followed it.
"Oh no!" I said, panicking.
"We can't let Whiskers get away!"
I grabbed Jake's arm and pulled him toward the doorway. "Wait," he said, trying to stop me.
"What are you doing?"
"We have to follow Whiskers," I said, pulling him along behind me.
"But what if someone sees us?"
"Come on," I said, dragging him toward the doorway.
"We have to risk it," I whispered, stepping forward with determination.
I crouch low behind Jake as we enter the dimly lit stone hallway.
Our footsteps echo against the cold floor, and I can feel the weight of history in the air.
Whiskers' white tail disappears around a corner ahead of us, still chasing after the mouse.
The walls are adorned with tall windows that let in slivers of afternoon sunlight, casting long shadows across our path.
Ornate furniture is placed along the walls, adding to the sense of grandeur.
Suddenly, a booming voice echoes from a nearby room, making us freeze in our tracks.
A guard's voice drifts through the hallway, sending a shiver down my spine.
Jake tugs on my sleeve, pointing to a large tapestry hanging on the wall.
We could hide behind it if needed.
But before we can move, Whiskers darts back into view, skidding across the polished floor with a high-pitched mewl.
The mouse she's chasing lets out a loud squeak, drawing attention from anyone who might be nearby.
