The Versatile
Chapter 9's

“Hazel! Wake up! I think you've had enough sleep.” The voice of the man roused Hazel from her sleep.

Hazel doesn't remember that she's in a different place. He thought he was home. And thought his mother would scold him for always waking up.

Josh had been beside Hazel and pulled the blanket that covered Hazel. “Hazel wake! My mom doesn't like anyone waking up too late at her house, she can water you with water.”

“I've woken Josh. What time is it now? I'm not in school.”

Josh folded his hand on the chest. “Therefore I woke you up. The result of my father and mother meeting yesterday was to set you up for school here. My mom and dad took care of everything. My father and mother said you were the son of a friend of my father's who was doing a student exchange.”

“Wait! I'm here to find my father, why do I have to go to school here?”

“You've never read a guidebook? Wherever you are it is mandatory for children aged seven to nineteen to learn,” Spencer said, quoting words from the guidebook.

“Really? I forgot that part,”, Hazel told a lie, because she never read a guidebook. He didn't even know what a guidebook was.

“Prepare, soon the bus is coming.” Josh then closed the door.

Hazel stood up to her bed. He thought he could rest for a while. But he couldn't, there was a lot of work waiting for him. After all, finding out what her father is hiding here is not easy. He had to run from the beginning, not even knowing where to start.

“Hazel bus is here!” call Madelaine.

“Yes, I'm almost ready,” said Hazel who is now wearing her shoes.

“Josh later at noon mom will go to pay rent, all at the hospital for injection this month. Maybe I'll be home tonight, I also seem to be working late. Hydroair's already my refill for dinner you two.”

Josh just nodded and went out of the house. Hazel heard Josh's mother say this month. Will they be injected every month? But for what?

Hazel opened her bedroom door, Madelaine put her hand on her waist. To be honest he looks very thin, but I don't know what has made this thin body look to be contained.

They walked together towards the outside, Madelaine waiting for him as if Hazel was her son. Josh went up first. This school car really looks ordinary, unlike the amazing things he has seen here. Yes, the bus was the same as the bus in general in his day. Maybe only school buses do not change until the year three thousand twenty.

Right next to Josh was empty, so Hazel sat on him. Two girls sat next to them. One was a ponytail and the other had a face like a mouse. The one boy he saw earlier while walking towards his chair, suddenly threw something.

A paper. Hazel used to face people like this. Because in his day there was also such a child. Hazel wasn't sure to open it, but she didn't want to be the only one not laughing because she didn't know the contents of the paper.

So, Hazel opened it. The first moment he was silent. Not sorry for opening it, but upset that he should not have written it.

“What the fuck is this?” hazel asked quietly, but her voice was deep. The girl next to him seemed to be whispering. Hazel did not know what they were whispering, but they were clearly looking at Hazel. And he doesn't like being stared at like that. “What?” glaring at the girls. Their eyes back to the front.

“What's your problem?” ask the boy who threw the paper.

“I should have asked, you fool!” refute Hazel.

Now the boy walked up to him. Of course Hazel wasn't afraid, she was addressing the boys in the room and they weren't alone, in groups. Of course just by winning the body he would not lose.

“What did you say?” ask the boy. In his hand he held something. Hazel wasn't sure what it was. The size of a pen.

“Which part? Stupid?” ask Hazel. But that question sounds like a mockery.

“Feel this!” the boy was just about to fly his pen to Hazel, but Josh got in the way.

“Do not! He's new here, the rules here are different from his country.” Bela Josh's.

The boy lowered his hand. Hazel was saved thanks to Josh but she certainly wasn't happy. He prefers to fight for his pride. Even if he's without a gun. After all, the boy only relied on a pen.

“What are you doing? Defend me? I don't like that!” Hazel.

“I saved your life! You're just about to be distracted with Hazel flazz. I saved your mistress!” Josh repeated his words sarcastically.

“Saving? Is that thing dangerous? Just a pen.”

“Oh, yes of course,” said Hazel and again lied.

Their conversation stopped, Hazel would rather be quiet now. He still thinks about his father. And he didn't want to lie more either.

Josh looked at her shyly a few times. The boy is more shy if we don't know him yet. Hazel then looked at Josh back as she could not bear to ask.

“What else?” hazel asked in a slightly irritated tone.

“Do not do that again!” soft command.

Hazel wasn't sure she wouldn't do that again if that person did something bad to her again. So he didn't nod or smile.

“Hazel, I'm serious.” Josh looked at her inside.

“I can't make promises I can't keep Josh.”

***

“Hazel are you here?” spencer said he doesn't know where he is now.

The room was quite dark, so Spencer had to fumble around. He found a button and pressed it. It lights up all of a sudden. And it was as if he was the one who made it work, and the light was on.

Spencer froze for a moment, he didn't know where. But he has a premonition that he is somewhere he believes he is not in his day. The room looks like Hazel's father's office, but it looks more modern. Even more modern than today. The floor is made of iron, the walls of which look like they are made of a mixture of cement and stone. But when touched it feels hard and different. The walls are also made of iron and not painted, but rather programmed to look nicer.

Spencer's still driving around. “What kind of place is this?” he said, circling.

Is this room just like his house? That's Spencer's question. Without hesitation he opened the door of the room, all he saw was a house. It looks like an ordinary house with a kitchen, living room, and other rooms. What is different is just the material that makes it.

Now that his curiosity has become so, he wants to see how things are going outside. After circling the kitchen many times, Spencer went towards the front room. He looked at the door, but strangely he could not find the hilt there. Spencer kept approaching the door, then the door opened suddenly.

“Wow, does the door here always open by itself?” tanyanya was a little amazed.

He walked out the door slowly, he could see the garden from the front there. Right in front of the door, he stood. Spencer looked around, there were some children playing. And there are mothers talking.

From there Spencer could hear them talking about a new tool that would launch in a few days. It felt like he was still confused, maybe the tool he was using was a tool towards the future.

And no doubt, everything he saw made him certain. But it could not be on Earth, maybe on another planet. Maybe he was on a diplenet that was never detected by earth humans. Perhaps the only thing knowing where he is now is, knowing their civilization or their history. Maybe by asking the mothers out there he can figure it out.

Spencer decided to ask, he stepped into the garden. But as she walked, the talking mothers were silent. They all looked at Spencer. Spontaneously Spencer was also silent.

Everyone fell silent, so Spencer decided to talk first. “Congratulations..” he saw his watch, is it the same as the time here. “Good morning, ladies.” Spencer's face was a little doubtful.

“For Mister, I think you're new here?” ask one of the women there.

“Ya, sure. Can I ask you something?” spencer asked, and he thought, what is the right question to know about their civilization.

“Of course you can. It's an honor for us to answer.”

Honor, what does that mean? But Spencer ignored him. “Who is the name of the president of the United States whose statue is displayed in the White House?”

They were all silent, at first Spencer thought they all didn't know the answer. And they'll say 'Where is the United States?′ but Spencer was wrong, they laughed at him.

“Sorry, you doubt our historical value huh, young man?” ask one of the women who looks older among the others.

“No, I was just doing a survey, how many people do not know president Abraham Lincoln,” Spencer said. The reason is really good. Of course, he was trained in that. “Alright I still have to question a lot of people. Thank you for your time ladies,” Spencer is back home.