Time Travel | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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You know that one dream you've had when you were little, that one thing that was absolutely impossible but you wanted to do it anyways, like fly, use magic, or even time travel to a different universe? Well, in this story time travel IS possible.

 -When four-teen year old Ponyboy Curtis's best friends died, he was broken. He physically and mentally couldn't get out of bed, he was suicidal, he would barely eat anything, his grades were slipping in school, but the one thing that kept him from killing himself was his brothers. He knew they wouldn't be able to live without him. 

Until one day, all of a sudden it all just made sense, he would write a tribute book towards Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston's deaths. 'The Outsiders' it would later be called. Make the greasers of Tulsa Oklahoma's lifestyle known to the world. 

But what happens when one night Ponyboy wakes up to him sprinting down a street with heavy tears dropping down the sides of his face and an urging pain coming from...
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