Brianna is a teenager from Tulsa, Oklahoma in 2017. Her best friend is dreaming of cracking time travel. When one day it actually works, Bri runs into none other than The Gang to spend her days with in 1965.
Will Bri be able to change the past to sa...
When I got into the car, it was already very low on gas. I drove to the gas station I normally go to with my own car in 2017. It's an old gas station in town called Grease Monkey Gas Station. I drove to it and didn't see the familiar sign of the green logo. Instead, I saw two big blue letters that read DX on it.
Wasn't the DX the gas station that Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle work at? I have not recalled seeing a DX gas station before, so I always figured it was a fake business just for the book. I brushed the thought off and I pulled into the station and sat in the silence of the musty-smelling car before finally getting out.
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I stood in front of the vintage gas pump, and I was quick to realize that I've never had to use one before. Clearly. I tried to use my prior knowledge of pumps, and found that there was no place for me to put my debit card. It was just a white box with black flip-down numbers that told you the price, and the gallons.
I couldn't find anywhere on the white box to pay, so I just grabbed the pump and stuck it in the cars gas tank and tried to pull the lever.
Nothing came out, obviously.
"The hell?" I circled around the pump, even trying to find a coin slot. I looked around and finally saw a sign that said that you have to pay inside.
Great. This has definitely not been my day.
My money was in the bag I put my old clothes in, so I leaned into the car and grabbed about $10 before I went inside. Gas can't be too expensive here. I heard clanging and scraping noises coming from the garage behind the store. I wasn't sure how much gas was, so I assumed I would get at the very least half a tank. I felt too optimistic that it would cover the entire thing.
A bell chimed when I opened the door. A light-hearted song was playing in the background and the convenience store was empty of people. I waltzed to the back and grabbed a cold glass bottle of Coca-Cola from the fridge. I glanced around a bit, slowly strolling through the small isles of chips and candy. I inspected the prices, completely baffled by the differences. Tootsie Rolls and Bit-O-Honey's were only a penny, and hot dogs on the counter were selling for just 80¢.
I headed up to the register and placed my soda on the counter. The sound of the air conditioner blowing in the back corner of the store nearly overpowered the lighthearted song that played through speakers throughout the store.
I wanna be Bobby's girl, I wanna be Bobby's girl, That's the most important thing to me, And if I was Bobby's girl, If I was Bobby's girl, What a faithful, thankful girl I'd be.
Each night I sit at home, Hoping that he will phone, But I know Bobby has someone else, Still in my heart I pray, There soon will come a day, When I will have him all to myself.
