CHAPTER 11CHARLIE
December 7, 2090
“Okay, hold it steady.” Max carefully slid a wire into a panel on the side of his time machine while I sat in front of a second open panel, waiting to fish it through.
“I’ve got it.” My fingers gripped the wire for a second, and then like the six times before, it slipped back through the narrow opening. “No.” I slapped the metal paneling and kicked the wall.
“It’s okay.” Max walked around into view. “We’ll get it eventually. We’ve made it this long without time travel. What’s another day?”
“I don’t care about time travel. There’s nothing good in my past and I don’t even want tomorrow to come.” During my hour of helping Max with the invention that would never work, I had told him about my fight with Rochelle. I’d avoided disapproving looks from Todd u
