*Ok well this is my first attempt at a outsiders fanfiction. I know I may have some or allot of spelling mistakes but try to look past them. lol. I HATE SPELLING. Please read and review. If you like it I will keep on writing. Since this chapter is short I will put up the second one also. I would like to at least have five reviews before I continue.*
***I did not make up any of the characters that where in the outsiders book so do not try and take my money. The only people I own are the main character Kelly and her brother's Keith and Chris. I will be adding a few more people along the way but right now that's all I have***
I cant believe that four years ago today I was standing in this exact spot, crying my eyes out over a boy, one that I never thought would ever make me cry. Oh, how we were in love, but like my opinion on life at the time, no good thing lasts forever.
If you really wanna know I might as well start at the beginning, to tell you the tale of love and a passionate romance, the density of a hidden secret and a bitter sweet rivalry. Not all was fun and wonderful as you would of thought, for there were many things that would occur to manipulate and change not only the people around, but myself along the way. This story is not one of those beautiful, "Once upon a time" fairy tales, although it was wonderful while it lasted. So you must see that this kind of tale, to my dismay did not end with "they lived happily ever after."
Now I look back and wonder, at the confidence I use to have. I used to be so strong willed and cocky, if I must admit. No one could get in my way or make me do anything that I felt was not in the best interest of myself or those close to me. I was stunningly passionate about life and I guess you could say that I lived it to the fullest. My mother before her break down after father died, used to tell me that some things have a way of coming back to those who deserve it the most, as that may be true. But it has been my own discovery that there are still those special occasions were something good may backfire and revenge will come to the person who least deserves it.
Now enough with the sappy memories I must get on with the story. Let me see...It all began one foggy night, four years ago today. I was walking home from Nina's house, like I normally did every other Saturday night.