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Chapter 2: I Run into a Famous Dead Guy

Collab with @ghost_child_2448 except she does most of the work I just help with grammar, spelling and some ideas (I wrote like 4 paragraphs in this chapter hehe)

Suddenly I opened my eyes. I was in the middle of some random alley way. I stood up and looked around, nothing I had seen before. Everything looked old and not what I'm used to. I walked out of the alley and saw people walking up and down sidewalks, barely any cars and nobody had cell-phones.

As I looked around at all the people, all the buildings, and the environment I realized this wasn't the Boston I was used to. Everyone's clothes were strange. Girls wore dresses and kept their hair and make-up neat, while the guys wore slacks and sweaters. Oh-no this looks like something out of my history book. Why didn't I pay attention in History!

The scenery around me still resembled Boston, so I figure that I am still in Boston . The real question is what time era? What if I am in an alternate universe? Wait no, it looks too much like the city I live in.

I got it! I went back in time! Where? I'm not sure.

How did I even get here? The last thing I remember is...That's it! My dad's workshop! I was bringing him food, when I must have set off a machine of some sorts!

Man, I never thought I would say this but how much I miss my dad. His irish accent, the face he made when he got an idea. I may have not grown up in Ireland, as I was born in Norway and speak Norwegian fluently, but I was always longing to learn irish. Oh! And ho-Nope Alivana get yourself back on track! Okay, I just have to figure out the year I landed in.

I looked around for someone to ask. I scanned my options before my eyes landed on an old lady. She had silvery white hair that fell down her back, straight as could be. Her dark brown eyes could be seen on her wrinkled face. Surrounding her eyes was a green creamy eye shadow. Her high cheek bones were caked with blush.

I walked up to the women, "Excuse me Ma'am, could you possibly tell me what year it is?"

She turned to me with a look of exasperation, "When will children learn to respect their elders?"

"Sorry, but I'm not joking." I retorted.

She stood up straighter and and forced a smile. (Which in my opinion looked more like a grimace) Her yellow stained teeth showing as she smiled. Sighing she pointed over to a newspaper stand. I mumbled a 'thank you' before hastily walking over to the newspaper stand. Who even reads newspapers anymore?

I picked one up and began to read, the headline stating "House fire kills family of 3"

Well that's depressing, I thought. I continued to read until I found a date. May 2nd 1961 I read it once again, 1961? There's no way- I'm in the 60s?!

Well now I really wish I payed attention in history class. What happens in the 60s? I looked down at my clothes, I definitely look like I'm from at least the 90's. I've gotta find a change of clothes, I don't wanna draw any attention to myself. I only had $3 left from Burger King, not enough for new clothes. Oh well, I thought, these clothes will have to do for now. The least I could do was take off the long sleeve I had under my t-shirt. I took it off under my shirt and tied it around my waist. I decided to continue walking around.

I saw someone I had definitely seen before. I took a closer look, wait a second.. Is that Stan Lee? He looked a lot younger, then when he died in 2018. In 2018 when he died he was 95, he looks maybe 39 in the year I am currently in.

I decided to walk up to him, hopefully his career had already started. It would be awkward if some random girl walked up to him and knew his name already. And the fact he created comic books for Marvel Comics.

My thoughts were interrupted by a man saying "Hello," and it was Stan Lee.

"H-hey, uh.." I had lost my train of thought, my mind went blank.

"Are you looking for an autograph?" He asked, thankfully.

I nodded quickly, "Mhmm." He pulled out a small notebook and opened it. He signed one of the papers, ripped it out and handed it to me with a smile.

"Thanks." I mumbled, he nodded.

"Have a good day!" He spoke sweetly and walked away.

Well that couldn't have been any less awkward. I need to get out of here but first I wanna look around. Everything is so different in the 60s, almost better than my time. I need to find a phone and call my dad, maybe it will work. It better work, like maybe it will because if I use the same number- oh what if someone else has his number.. What if they don't even have phones?

Hold up! I am in the sixties. If my math is right then he wasn't even born yet! He is 42 in 2019 so he's like negative 16 right now. Also, he was born in Ireland! Great, what are my options now. I guess I cou- Oof!

My thoughts were cut off when I was run into by a middle aged man.