It was just another Saturday morning in Round Rock TX. I woke in my bedroom and stared at my poster of "The Outsiders" that was placed out before me on my wall, I felt my body get heavy, I craved sleep more than anything; though I couldn't quite manage to get back to sleep. So, I just decided to lay there in my bed and stare.

It was not long before I heard my mom say. "Sydney, you up yet?"

I took a deep breath then signed. "Yeah, yeah I am! Whatta ya want?" I yelled.

"Come here, I need your help with something!" she yelled back.

I sighed, then screamed, "Coming mom!" I sat up slowly in my bed; I turned my head just a bit and stared at the poster with all my might. "Oh, how I wish I was born in the 1966 to see all this being made" I paused then said,"...in action," I thought,

Just then I heard my mom's voice getting louder & louder as she said. "Sydney, Sydney, Sydney!" her booming voice echoed with, "Sydney, where are you?"

"Mom...chillax, I'm just in my room"

"Well, come on; I need your help now!"

"Cool your jets, mom...I'm comin'" I got up out of bed slowly. I paused again, then said. "Um...mom..." I asked, yelling at the top of my lungs.

"Yes, sweetie; what is it?"

"Oh, well...I almost forgot to ask, where are you?"

"I'm in the living room" I managed to heave myself up from my bed to my feet. I began to walk out of my room, but when I got to the doorway of my room I stopped, looked back at the poster, and said in a low voice; "if only you guys were real, then we could hang out all the time..." I paused, then continued. "Yeah, I would do anything to meet the gang." I sighed. "But alas that can never be true," "because" I gulped. "It's not, no matter how much it hurt, I just have to face facts; it's not true, and it'll never be" I sighed again, as I left my room and run into the living room.

My mom was waiting, "Sydney! Oh, thank goodness you're here" she exclaimed. "I really need your help."

"With what?" I asked.

Before she had time to explain, the doorbell rang. "Oh, it's here!" my mom said, excitedly; as she opened the door. I went to sit down on a brown leather couch; not far from the door, to wait for when I was needed.

"Hey! Sydney, get over here...I need your help with this package." I jumped up and immediately ran to the door, feeling a sense of purpose. I approached the door, just in time to see a...a...man, standing at the door with a great big, dark sky, blue bag, dangling over his right shoulder. On the bag, it read in big, white, capital letters "MAIL". He was a mailman, but...why was he here? I thought for a second. Oh, the package! I stood by my mom, wondering what the package was.

"Oh, hi Bill" my mom started off. "Do you have that package for me?"

"Package, what package?" he said to himself thinking. then he burst out laughing. "Oh, yes. The package!" I watched as his face changed from a cheerful, smiling laugh to a more serious-looking one. "I've totally got the package... it's right here in my bag" he reached into his mailbag and pulled out a medium-sized rectangle-shaped box. He extended it out to my mom, as he said. "Here ya go"

"Awesome!" she exclaimed.

"Wait!" Bill said. "I almost forgot I need you to sign for it" my mom signed then said.

"Alright, fine" he handed her a brown clipboard, with a piece of paper clipped to it. I saw my mom reach into her pocket and pull out a pen, she signed her name then said. "Okay, there ya go. Now can I have my package?"

"Yes, yes. Your package" "here ya go...it's all yours"

"Thank you, Bill...have a good day."

"And I wish the same to you" I watch as my mom wave to him as she said. "Bye!" as the mailman walked away, after she knew he was gone she slammed the door the quickly took her package into the living room area, she sat on one of the couches and set the package onto the nearby coffee table.

Finally, I just couldn't take the suspense anymore, "What is it? What is it? For the love of Pete, what is it?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sydney. Hold your horses!"

"Kay," I said, alarmed. "Just open the package before I explode"

"Okay, okay I will" I watched her closely as she opened it, to reveal a...a...time machine? I stood there scratching my head puzzled.

"Hey, mom" I finally exclaimed.

"Yes, sweetie"

"Is this a joke?"

"Oh, no. it a real time machine."

"Well, why did you buy it?"

"Well, I know how much you love: The Outsiders..." she paused.

"Yeah, so...I'm obsessed, big wop" the moment I heard myself say the word obsessed, I could feel myself getting hot.

"Sydney...please, let me finish"

"Okay," I said, as I slowly calm down.

She gulped, then said. "...and I may or may not have overheard you talking to your poster" I could feel myself getting red and hot again. Though, I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or anger—so, I just guessed it was a combination of both. "Sydney, are you okay?"

"Yes," I said, feeling myself slowly simmering down. "So, if you knew...why did you buy a time machine."

"Look, I thought you would like to go back in time to see them..." she paused, then said. "In action" she winked at me as soon as she said that, "but if you don't want it. I'll just resell it online."

"No, no, I love it. Really!" I pleaded with all my might, trying to convince her.

"Do you, do you really?" she said, her arms crossed; I could hear the hint of doubt in her voice.

"Yes! Mom whatever you do, don't send it back!" I pleaded, continuously.

"Okay, okay! Sydney I won't..." she paused, then said. "Just stop shouting...lower your voice a little, okay?"

"Okay," I said, and immediately lowered and changed my tone of voice. "How does it work?" I asked.

"Well, you see that red button; there?" I scanned my eyes over the time machine until I found a big, red, button on the side of the time machine

"Ah-ha, I see it" "What do you call this: "time machine?"

"Great question!" she exclaimed, with joy as if she was waiting to hear that question all her life. She took a deep breath, then said. "Why, I call it the: tea-cup time machine."

"Okay," I said in an awkward voice, then I grabbed the tea-cup time machine, ran into my room, and put it next to my bed.