"It her!" A voice said as I fazed back into consciousness, "that girl on the news!"
"Wha' da fuck are you tawkin about?'" I asked leaning on my elbows and looking blurredly at a kid.
"But she looks different!" The child said. "And you're clothes are funny!" an annoying laughter rang through the air.
"Ya wan funny kid? I'll give you funny up ya ass." I stood up feeling for bruises, there would be one on my back, near my shoulders, from where I landed. Rather ungracefully from the feel of it.
"My mommy said it not nice to swear." I can clearly see the brat now, fat as all hell. Kid must eat ten meals a day.
"Ya mommy's a fucking…" I never had time to tell what the child's mommy was, as some one came running up to collect the child.
"What did the nice officer say about strangers?" He said not really looking at me, something about him triggered a memory from a long time ago.
"Not to talk to them, but this is the girl from the TV." The child pointed at me again, I wanted to break her finger.
"I told you those people aren't real."
"NO The news!" The girl defended her point, as the person I vaguely remembered looked at me.
"Oh my, You're back." He said quietly, then he reached to hug me. "Oh my god, Adriana! We were all so worried."
I looked at him strangely, I remembered him from somewhere, some time…
"You do remember me right?" He said cautiously.
"I tink so."
"When did you get that accent? Oh it doesn't matter. You look so different." He said, looking me over quickly. "You've been gone for a year, we all thought you were dead." He choked out the last part. "There were no clues, you just disappeared. God we were all so worried!" He said sounding close to tears as he hugged me, grabbing at the thin material of my shirt trying to assure him self I was in fact there.
I was caught by surprise and gently patted his back as he cried into my shoulder. Suddenly I connected this moment with walking down the street in spring and talking about letting tears fall. "James?" I asked in a whisper.
"You do remember me!" He sounded ecstatic. "Come on, I gotta go drop off Hillary." He motioned to the child who was looking at me funny.
"You have a lot of cuts." She noticed pointing to my face.
"Naw I don't. Dis ain't too many." I said feeling my face, people normally left it well enough alone, they liked how I looked so they wouldn't mess it up, my arms had a few slashes on them, but nothing serious.
"Shhh!" James said. "Come on! I can't believe your back!"
He kept on saying that, but I couldn't rember where I had gone, this place seemed so strange.
I looked around as we walked, still half asleep, a car nearly barreled into me. "Dat was way too fast!" I said loudly, the car finally coming into focus. "Dem tings shouldn't go dat fast." I then started to notice my surroundings, Model T's that seemed to go faster then the human mind could imagine, they didn't even look like model T's. And the clothing every one wore, girls wore skin tight pants and boys wore things that looked more like skirts then pants.
The scariest thing of all was that it seemed natural.
Author's Notes: THIS WILL HAVE NEWSIES IN IT! Okay yeah, now that's out of the way. This is not a Mary-Sue. This is a time travel fic. But it does not take place back then! (Which you know if you read the summary) This deals more with the adjustment you go through while time travel and the pain of leaving.
Disclaimer: I own all in this chappie. James is based off my best friend, who is more like my brother then anything else, so this stories for you.
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