Dia duit gach duine!
Bad things happen when people you care about talk to your future self. Eagon disappeared.
It happened like this: I was asking Eagon for help with a project when he asked me, "What was the deal with that girl yesterday?"
"Nothing," I say coldly. "She was confused, or something."
Eagon rolls his eyes. "Sure, Breá!" And then he smiles. I frown at him. "Whatever you say! I'm going to get some paint." Just like Breá, he disappears with a pop! right before he leaves the room.
Whoa. Oh mo Dhia! Cad é?? Cén áit? Eagon! I feel around on the floor stupidly, not knowing what to expect.
And then, another pop! I swear, if I hear that sound again... It's Breá. She is sitting on my desk, looking very pleased with herself. "Dia duit, Breá! Féach leat an-iontas." She says, waving her fingers.
I am about to kick her off of the desk until... this is what she told me yesterday! Tears fill my eyes. "Eagon wasn't supposed to know he was going to disappear?"
Breá nods. "I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out!" She says. "You shouldn't have told him I was you. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Like I was supposed to know that!"
"D-UH! You haven't..." Breá starts.
"What? Don't do that!" I yell. Gillian yells at me to be quiet, but I ignore her.
"I was going to say that you haven't time-traveled yet."
I know it probably wasn't right to be excited at this point, but my eyes lit up. "I get to time-travel?!"
"Yeah. Very soon." Breá winks at me and smiles again.
And then, Gillian comes stomping up the stairs. "Who are you talking to?" I shake my head and ask nervously, "Do you know where Eagon is?"
She looks very puzzled. "Eagon?"
I sigh and tell her nevermind. I wish I hadn't been avoiding him.