“What did you do this summer?” our teacher grinned, as he announced the topic of our first essay this year. Everyone around me groaned in disappointment, but I raised my head, smirked, and realized, for the first time, my summer was extraordinary.
As part of a deal my dad made, with my mom, for forgetting her birthday, we spent our summer in Rome. Every emotion was heightened, from getting off the plane to stepping into the taxi; this was the first time our family had stepped on European soil. After we were dropped off at our hotel, we unpacked, freshened up, and looked over our itinerary. We were to visit every major site and monument that could be fitted into 3 weeks. As I was reading through the list, I realized Pompeii was not part of
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The glass case I was standing beside began to crack, and plaster figure began to shake. I knew I should have ran out as soon as the ground started to shake, but I was too fascinated with what was happening to move. As the figure’s plaster started to peel off, I noticed that this was a man, probably in his early twenties. This was all very strange. However, as soon as the man started to move, I took a step back. He rose, stepping out of the shell that once enclosed him. He was dressed in a white tunic, with a golden belt around his waist. As he moved closer to me, he spoke in perfect English “What century is this?” Flabbergasted, I just stood there gawking. He spoke again, “Do you not speak?” Snapping out of it, and finding my words I replied, “The twenty first century.” Feeling braver I asked “Who are you?” even though I knew the answer. He looked down at me and said “I am Marcus Aster, a commander in Royal Roman Naval Army, at least I was till I was caught under the fumes and ashes of mount Vesuvius when it erupted.” Curious to know more and bursting with questions, I lead Marcus outside before anyone saw him and headed down to the pizzeria, which was deserted after the afternoon rush. After he finished devouring three large pizzas and two bottles of coke, I asked him a question that had been bugging me since I met him, “How do you know English so well?” he replied, “I have watched