Adaline Peach Jones is trying to find her childhood best friend, Dallas Winston. But when she finds him things don't go as planned. What will happen to Adaline when she comes back into Dally's life?
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January 25, 1965 Sprinkersville, Tennessee 12:30 P.M
This will be the biggest stunt I have ever pulled yet. I sat at a desk with my head down in the small schoolhouse that all the kids shared. Today I'm running away from this weird little town.
"Adaline! Are you listening?" Ms. Opal called me out in front of the whole class.
"Yeah man" I mumbled sitting up watching her roll her eyes and turn back towards the board.
In a nutshell, everyone hates me here. Everyone seems to always be suspicious of me for some odd reason. Though I am always playing tricks on people and wrecking things here and there.
I peeked inside my backpack full of my belongings, clothes, food, a map, water, brushes, feminine products etc.
When Ms. Opal turned around and could not see me I swiftly stood up and walked out of the room. The students muttered things and watched me leave.
"Ms.Opal! Adaline is leaving the classroom!" The teacher's pet stood up pointing towards the closing door.
I ran down the short hall and pulled the fire alarm switching on the blaring siren.
"ADALINE!" I heard a scream coming from the classroom behind me. A giggle erupted from my throat as I ran out of the schoolhouse.
Next stop, my place. A room located above the only grocery store in town. The only reason I could stay there is because I work there. Not for long.
Nicky, the man who owns the store, is on his lunch break which gives me just the right amount of time to clean out the cash register and grab his prized possession.
I scrambled around to the cash register and quickly opened it, collecting all the dollar bills and coins stored in there. Through the window I could see Ms.Opal aggressively lining up children outside of the schoolhouse and looking all over the place, obviously searching for yours truly.
I scoffed closing the cash register and hopping over the counter towards the rickety stairs. Nicky told me this place was built in 1920, just a few months before the whole town was officially done with construction.
I burst into Nicky's room immediately dropping to the floor and reaching under his bed to grasp a box that held his pride and joy.
My hands gripped the cold revolver that he never even used once, yet he's so proud of this secret weapon he keeps. If anyone found out he had this they would run him out of town.
