"Payton Gabriella Hendrix!"

My mother was getting impatient; I wouldn't let her leave without me. I grabbed my purse, my camera, and my chap-stick and headed out the door. I made sure to walk very carefully so I didn't trip like I usually do. I'm a clumsy person, you see. I drop and spill and slip on and trip over EVERYTHING.
"Fuck!" I screamed. I had forgotten my just-in-case sweatshirt.

"Language Payton!" my sister Stephanie screamed out the window.

"Shuddup."

I was frustrated enough that I had gotten all ready then forgotten something and I headed into my house.

I looked through my closet, no, no, no, then I approached an unfamiliar sweatshirt, it was gray with the words Stand By Me in navy blue cursive on it. Must be Jayna's. I thought to myself. I doubted she'd care if I wore it and since all my good sweatshirts were in the wash, I snatched it off the hanger and went on my way.

I ran quickly to my mother's car. I just didn't want her to get in such a bad mood that she changed her mind. But perhaps I ran too quickly because the next thing I knew I slipped out of my flip flops, landed backwards with a hit so hard that it felt like a hammer smashing my head open. Sounded like it too. The last thing I remember is my mother screaming my name and asking me if I was okay as her voice got closer and closer, then as the starry sky started to go black it got farther and farther. I blacked out.

"OW!"

My head hurt like holy-hell. But even my horrible headache couldn't explain what had happened to me.

"What the…." My eyes went wide.

Could it be? No…impossible. But.. And Jayna, but , well, HOW!? No. Holy mother of jesus. Sweet virgin mary, great balls of fucking fire! Was all that I was thinking.

I was in the setting of Stand By Me. Good ol' Castle Rock.

Now, let me explain. You may think this was a dream. A really real dream. But this was NOT a dream. You know how you can distinct reality when you wake up from sleep, like you just know its real. The feelings in side of you, the solidness of what you touch, the taste of the air, the smell of where you wake up, the sounds of chirping birds. And then there's a dream. Which feels like a state of half real-life and then half unconsciousness. Almost like you're not really aware of what's going on. Almost like you're half a asleep. This, right here. Was the feeling of reality. Pure reality. It didn't feel like it was something I'd forget If I woke up. It felt like I'd just blackened out and someone actually put me here to wake up to.

I looked around whipping my head around in every direction.

"Mom, Steph, anybody!?" I whimpered. "Jayna" it was my last sad attempt. You may call me a wimp but a fourteen-year-old girl going into an unknown town without any forms of communication with anyone I knew was a scary thought in general. Especially not knowing how long it would be till I could leave.

I heard a voice and quickly jumped into a nearby bush.

"Mother, why are the cows so silent today?" A little blonde girl who looked about seven continued talking to her mother about their cows in a field across from where I was. Where I was, not much of an idea I just recognized Vern's white house next to the little girl's and a familiar dirt road. I didn't really know what to do but my safest bet would be finding the boys. Therefore, I should probably find the tree house. I waited until the little blonde girl went inside her home. It was not until then that I realized the differences between our clothing. She wore a floral dress while I wore.. my outfit! My outfit for the party! I began to doze off in curiosity of what people all the way back in 1958 would think about it. Then as the little shut the door behind her with a big slam I brainstormed the movie. The earliest scene…Gordie at store? No. That's the first scene but it's not near Vern's…Vern, pennies, Eyeball, THE BODY!

As if on cue, as soon as I remembered what the scene would be, Eyeball and his punk friend(Charlie Hogan?) came out of the door. I knew Vern was under the porch digging, as well as listening. Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I wanted to change the movie, but I also knew that if I let Vern overhear those two guys, he'd go right to Gordie, Chris, and Teddy. They'd take the trip and there was no way they'd allow some girl out of nowhere know or go. I had to stop it.

When Eyeball opened his mouth to speak I did what my first instinct told me to do; I screamed. As loud as I could and without making it obvious where I came from.

"What the fuck?" The guys looked around them trying to see where it came from.

I was not focused on them though, what I focused on was Vern's porky little figure scared half to death running out of a whole in the back of the porch, stumbling with every step. I watched him intently and I knew he'd go straight to the tree house. I just needed the coast to be clear.

"Look man, you're house always has creepy shit happenin' to it. Let's talk somewhere else." Charlie Hogan stated worriedly. And they jumped into there car.

Once they drove off I ran across the dirt road and followed the far-away tiny little figure of Vern.