Kimberly's POV:
"Rachel! You're kidding, right?" I ask. My eyes staring at her like she isn't Rachel but a ghost standing in front of me. If she is telling me that she belongs to the 18th century then, maybe she is a ghost.
"Kidding? What does that mean? What happened Kimberly?" she asks me.
"18th Century? You are joking about it right?" I ask her one more time.
"I don't think there is anything to joke about being in 18th century. What happened Kimberly? Why do you look sick?" she asks.
Sick?
Do I look sick?
She is probably joking with me right now. She has been joking since I had met her. First, she told me, she isn't Ashlyn and now she is telling me this is freaking 18th century.
