[ WP ] You have a school project based on The Civil War , using a clock you go back in time and upon arrival your clock died ( ran out of battery life )

I looked down at the clock and the second hand was n't moving. The clock was dead, and I had exactly 12 hours from my arrival to get back to my time. If I did n't there would be consequences. I frantically searched my pockets and my backpack for batteries. No Dice. My heart skipped a beat. What was I going to do? 
 
 By this point I was starting to sweat. I made my way to a treeline and sat at the edge overlooking a grassy hill. I honestly had no idea where I was, but I figured I'd take a minute to grab a bite to eat and regain my composer. I was n't going to figure this out by panicking. 
 
 As I was looking through my notes I heard a rustling behind me, but before I could look back someone grabbed me and another person put a bag that smelled like rotting apples over my head. I could n't see a damn thing. 
 
 `` Hey Tommy! I got myself a Yank!'' 
 
 I about peed myself. Was this real? I heard another man who had a much deeper voice say `` Let's take him to the Cap'n. He's wearing nice clothes, hell he's probably rich!'' 
 
 The other man sounded almost giddy `` We're gon na be rich after we hand him over!'' 
 
 I was yanked upward by my elbow and managed to get to my feet without hurting myself. I could only assume the cold, hard object poking into my back was the barrel of a gun. `` I'm gon na die'' was the only thing I could manage to think. 
 
 After walking for what seemed like an eternity I was thrown on the ground. Tommy said to wait there. He removed the godforsaken sack and bound my feet. I was n't going anywhere. He chucked some water at my face and left. 
 
 I was hungry, it was close to nightfall and I was running out of time. I wriggled my boots off and slipped my feet out of the rope. I was going to have to run and try to make it back to the clock and pray to any god there was, or ever will be that I could make it home. Right as I was about to stand up the flap opened and a tall man, dirty from his head to his toe and carrying a sword on his hip asked me if I was a Yankee. 
 
 I could n't get an answer out. He looked me up and down, looked at my blue pants and sweater and made up his mind. It was a rhetorical question. He handed me something I could only assume was food and walked out. I scarfed it down and again began planning for an escape but before another thought could reach my mind Tommy came in and jerked me up by my collar. 
 
 He walked me through the camp with a gun pointed touching my back. Everyone stared. The soldiers jeered and threw rocks, food and whatever was in reach at me. A couple even fired at my feet. I could n't escape. It was almost certainly too late to get home. 
 
 I was put up on a wooden beam underneath a tree with ropes hanging down. About 10 other men in blue uniforms were standing next to me. They were going to fucking hang me. Dear God. I was only supposed to be here to watch. Tommy slipped the rope around my neck and stepped down. 
 
 I expected it to be like the movies where they ask if you have any last words but it was n't. All of the sudden the beam underneath my feet gave way and I was hanging. My neck did n't break and the pain was excruciating. 
 
 Just as I felt the life leave my body I shot up out of my bed and looked at my alarm clock. 3:23am. It was all a dream? It felt so real. I was too worked up to sleep so I began work on my American History paper that I had been procrastinating on. Nothing like working under pressure, right? 
 
 First period was American History. I turned my paper in and sat down at my desk. I planned on sleeping all the way through this class, if the teacher did n't catch me. 
 
 `` Class, we have a new student!'' Miss Walker announced, `` Everyone, please welcome Thomas.'' 
 
 He gave a brief nod and made his way to the only empty seat in the room. He sat down, looked me up and down, reached in his backpack and handed me a clock. `` I believe this belongs to you.'' 
 
 
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 Please be gentle. I have n't written in quite some time and this is my first ever submission to /r/WritingPrompts
