I walked all around town, getting lost at every turn. I don't remember my town being this way. It looks like as if I'm in the 1960's. I kept walking, hoping to find my way back home. It was as if I have been walking for hours, and peoples stares weren't helping either. I guess they had a good reason to stare, because the guys wore their pants all high waters. The girls were dressed in outfits to match the town, like the guys. I was wearing my favorite short shorts, grey shirt with Aropostal written in pink letters. Also with my black and pink converse with glitter shoe laces, and my grey/white jacket. My hair was down in curls, with my bangs straight and covering one eye. I kept walking and walking, then I stumbled upon what looked like a park. I went up to a water fountain and sat on the ledge. I took out my phone from my back pocket and tried texting my mom, but I had no service. I sighed and put it back in my back pocket. Out of nowhere, I heard screaming. I turned around and stood up. I walked to where I heard the screaming. Suddenly, some guy ran into me and knocked me down.
"I'm sorry" he apologized.
"Don't worry about it" I replied. He stood up and helped me to my feet. Two guys walked up to us.
"You're dead greaser" one said, while the other one laughed. They pushed me aside, and tackled the boy to the ground. I stood there and watched until they pulled out a blade. I knew I had to do something about it.
"No!" I yelled, then pushed them off. While I did, I was able to get the knife. I held it tightly in my hand, and stood in front of the frightened boy.
"You want him, then you gotta get through me first" I challenged. They stood still. I was scared to death, but tried not to show it. I slowly took one step forward. They ended up running back to where they came from. I dropped the blade and kneeled down to the boy who was still on the ground.
"You alright?" I asked.
"I'm okay" he replied.
"Why'd you help me?" he asked.
"I don't know, I don't really think before I act" I explained.
"Well thank you" he said.
"No problem" I replied. I stood up and he did too. I turned around and began walking when he stopped me.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I have no idea" I replied.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"Uhhh I would tell you, but I don't know what town this is" I said.
"Tulsa" he replied.
"I've never heard of a town named that in Texas" I said. He chuckled.
"We're not in Texas" he laughed.
"We're not?" I asked.
"No, we're in Oklahoma" he said. I stared at him in disbelief.
"Please tell me you're kidding" I pleaded.
"Nah, I ain't kidding" he replied.
"I live in south Texas" I blurted.
"Wow, you're too far from home" he stated.
"I'm so dead" I said. "Why?" he asked.
"Because, my mom must be worried sick" I explained.
"Calm down" he said. I took a deep breath, and relaxed.
"Okay, uh why does this town look like it's from the 1960's?" I asked. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Because we are in the 1960's" he said.
"Wait, what year is this?" I asked.
"1966, why?" he asked.
"Oh god, I must be dreaming, it can't be 1966" I panicked.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Last I remember, it was 2012" I said.
"Well it's not" he slowly replied.
"What am I going to do? I have nowhere to go" I said, my voice quivering a little.
"It's okay, you can stay with me" he said. I looked at him.
"You sure?" I asked. He nodded.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Ponyboy" he replied.
"I'm Cyndy, it's nice to meet you" I said, shaking his hand.
"C'mon, my brother will blow if I don't get back home" he said. I chuckled. He led the way, while I followed close behind. It was chilly, and I could tell Ponyboy was cold.
"So, how old are ya?" he asked.
"13, you?" I asked.
"14" he replied.
"Funny, you sure don't look 14" I said.
"Yea, I have a friend that looks 14, but is really 16" he explained.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yea" he replied. He asked me all kinds of questions, until we came upon a house.
"Here we are" he said. I examined it closely, it was okay.
"C'mon inside, you must be freezing wearing that. I've never seen shorts that short before" he said.
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The outsiders (My story)
FanfictionCyndy is a 13 year old girl, that goes back to the 1966, where greasers and soc. exsist. She meets a gang of teenage boys and they protect her from the soc. Along the way, she gets in trouble with sylvia, Dally's girlfriend. Dally causes her to go b...