Its been two years since I was convicted for murder with my two best friends when we had woken up in a gas station after finally getting home from the early 1900's. Yes, you heard that right. I've been to the 1900's and back. But it wasn't my fault, it was my Ex-boyfriends. See, he lives back in the 1900's, in New York. Brooklyn to be more precise. He made one little wish on a Shooting Star and WHAM! The three Musketeers had arrived.
If you ever see a Shooting Star in the sky, I suggest that you only wish for more money, or a new car. Never ever wish for someone to come out of a book, or to go back in time. Believe me, its not the best way to live.
Here, I shall explain, even though most of you probably already know my story.
Adventure #1: I was fifteen when my English teacher decided that we needed to read a novel, and then write a report on our views of the story. She chose The Outsiders. You've probably read it at one time or another, if not, then you should. Its a good book. Especially when you get to meet the actual characters... I'm guessing that I've lost you at this point. but you did hear me right. I had made a wish on a Shooting Star the night after finishing the book, and the next morning I found myself the victim of my sisters wrath for letting strangers in the house the night before. But I hadn't let anyone else in besides my friends, Orange, Battery, Rex, and Cameron. Seeing as they practically live there they just come right in.
I finally figured it out later that day, and picked up The Outsiders books for reference on names and descriptions. My friends thought I was crazy, but they finally figured it out also when the Greasers were asked a few questions. From there on we tried to find a way for them to get home. I would stay up late at night and reread the book at least six times, and then later I watched the night sky for an off course star to fall from the sky. Nothing worked, absolutely nothing. By that time, the Greasers had come to know the Piggly Wiggly, Where Sodapop's and Two-Bits first intro to Candy Cooper came in. The Bimbo who tried to be friends with me to be closer to my own friends. They had also found the interesting things at Wally World (Wal-Mart), where I was fond of the memories of Silly Stringing Candy and Mandy, the Bimbo who stole my last Ex-boyfriend. But the good times didn't last and I finally saw that Shooting Star sneaking away across the night sky, I made my wish, and they were gone the next morning. They were Being Thrown into Reality.
Adventure #2: It was exactly a year after the Greasers returned to their home when my school was hosting a musical. It was only us three Musketeers now, Battery, Orange and myself, and we decided to try out for the play. We made it, and found out that the Musical was a true story about a Newsboy Strike in the early 1900's. During one of the breaks, I had taken a nap and the next thing I knew, We had woken up in an alley somewhere in Manhattan, still wearing our costumes from rehearsal. Two thugs that I found the names of later known as Oscar and Morris Delancey, beat up us three defenseless confused teens.
Somehow the Newsies found us and later the next day we awoke to different surroundings. In case your wondering what a newsie is, its a boy, or person actually, that sells newspapers out on the street for a penny a pape. And that's what me and my two friends did, lived off Newspapers and the occasional winnings of a poker game. I finally met Spot Conlon after a period of time where I heard things about him that I didn't even want to know. But there was one thing that stayed put with every person I talked to: He's the King of Brooklyn. Some king he was. He convinced me to be his pretend girlfriend so this stalker copy of Candy and Mandy would leave him alone. He was scared of her, and Battery still hasn't figured out why. It was because Sandy, the stalker, was as I put it, a Bimbo'd Barbie Whore.
I finally defeated Sandy, and was still Spots girl a month later. That's when him and Jack Kelly, or Cowboy, started getting messages from the leader of Queens, New york. These messages consisted of us Three Musketeers and four little boys getting beat up by a couple of thugs on random days. The worst message was when Monkey, or Orange, was kidnapped. We finally rescued him and I got to name the Queens leader Kitty. Spot kicked some ass, along with Jack, when Kitty wouldn't explain to me the functions of the Smirkier thing Leaders always do. Weeks later, a Shooting Star streaked past all the others and we made our wish. It might not have been ours that got us home, but at least we were Back into Reality.
Adventure #3: It was actually the same day when we wished on our star that we woke up in a gas station... With guns. I know, I know. How in the hell did we get guns? Well, we thought that our bodies went on some kind of psycho attack while we were back in time. We somehow ended up murdering four people, and the judge sent us to Camp GreenLake after many trials of false evidence and lies. Turns out that I was the only girl at this camp...And there wasn't even a lake! It was all holes and dirt. Pissed me off to no return. We did the same thing every day: Got up around four (I think) ate nasty breakfast, dug a hole that wouldn't let me out, (five feet deep) took a shower, ate even more nasty food for dinner, slept, and did the whole shenanigan all over again. It was on one of those particularly boring days that Battery's shovel found a body in the ground. He ran screaming from the hole, I took a look, I ran screaming from the hole, everyone took a look, and then made me dig it up.
I never did finish digging it up the whole way, I got pissed at X-Ray (Mr. Noble dumbass leader) for him saying that I'd dig it up by myself and then have him get a week off for my effort. I stormed off and was surprised to find that Dr. Pendansky had another camper for our small little d-tent when it was already full. This newest camper gave me quite a shock, and I fell unconscious. I did not faint, because I don't faint. I either black out, or randomly fall asleep at the wrong moments. When I woke up, I came face to face with Spot Conlon. I was ecstatic, and so freaked out that I had pushed him off the edge of the bed we were sleeping on. He got Along great with the rest of the tent, and was there for at least a week before the body was dug up the whole way. The scary thing was that the skeleton was the body of our leader friend Jack "Cowboy" Kelly. Lets just say that he had written a letter that made me go back to camp crying, and the letter wasn't even addressed to me. It was to Spot.
Battery and Orange spilled their guts on going back into the 1900's and the others didn't believe them. Over the next few days, the rest of our tent Told the Warden that they had found something, and got a week off for finding it. Everyone else had to dig around the body, just in case there were more artifacts. I got angry and yelled at the Warden and got put on Laundry duty, I also had to dig two holes a day for a week. The Three Musketeers and Spot had come up with a plan to make sure that Jack never had to endure this torture. He never deserved it. And the only thing we could come up with was to look for a Shooting Star for Spot to go home. He must have finally saw one, because one morning I woke up pushing air to get him up and landed on the tent floor. The Warden tried to find out who took the body, and everyone left to dig their holes. Me laughing my head off because I found a note in my pocket from Spot, yellowed with age along with Jacks famous red bandana. We must have been having good luck that day, because when me and my two friends were finished with our showers, we got front row seats to an argument between the Warden and a woman in a suit who had arrived just minutes before. she had immediately turned to the three of us and told us to pack our things because new evidence was found and they proved us innocent. As we left, the yellow school bus pulled up with a new camper and a girl in a short skirt and tube top stepped down the steps. Orange admitted that Reality Sucks, and I agreed because another Barbie had just landed where she needed to be. In hell.
And now that its been two years, the newest adventure was beginning to take place. I'll give you a little taste of what's in store for you.
Adventure #4: We turned into Ghosts.
How's that for a cliff hanger, yeah?