I bit my lip. The school was enourmus, let alone the bustling city. Our small,urban cottage was nothing compared to this. Nothing. My old school was online, so by the time I turned five, I knew a computer like the back of my hand. But this was ... Let's f

I bit my lip. The school was enourmus, let alone the bustling city. Our small,urban cottage was nothing compared to this. Nothing. My old school was online, so by the time I turned five, I knew a computer like the back of my hand. But this was ... Let's face it, different. Sydney was nothing like the country. My heart pounded against my chest. "Hâo lē ma?" Mum called.Are you ready.Closing the window, I stumbled down the apartment stairs, dragging my schoolbag as I went along.The navy-white chequered uniform hung over my shoulders, almost touching the floor. I tucked a strand of charcoal curls behind my ear.
"Melody." Mum smiled, fishing something out of her pocket and clasping it around my wrist. A bracelet.The Antique sported patterns of beads, each with a carving of a farm on them. "For you," she whispered, " to go back to history."
"Back to history," I repeated, and suddenly,the world went black.