Whoo! My frist story!
Please don't be too harsh.
The Outsiders belong to S.E. Hinton. Not me.
But Alex is mine!
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17-year-old Alex Scotts lives with her mother on the richer part of town. Choppy black hair, and ice blue eyes, she's the mirror image of her father. But, she doesn't know that. in fact, she knows nothing about her father, except that he walked out on them when she was 3. The urge to know something about her father grows everyday, until one night when she finaly explodes at her mother, forcing some information out of her.
Now, Alex will go out of her territory to find her father. But, being a Soc, a gang of rich kids, going out of her territory means stirring up trouble with Greasers, a gang of street-smart JDs.
Will alex be able to survive the journey alone? Or will she need some help along the way?
I sat in the back of the classroom, wating for the bell to ring. I rested my head in my hands, and gazed out the window. I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh. I started to daydream. About what, I wasn't sure. Random things just flew through my head. I must have been out of it, consitering I didn't hear the bell ring. I snapped to my senses as my friend Allysa taped me on my shoulder. "Alex, c'mon, it's time to go." Embarrased, I quickly packed up my belongings, and scurried out the door.
The two of us started down the street. "Where you daydreaming agian?" Allysa asked, nudging me gently. I giggled. "Well, when your teacher just rambles and rambles, you hafta do SOMETHING to pass the time, right?" She laughed. "I guess your right. Maybe I should start doing it... What do you dream about half the time anyways?" she asked. I just shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I just close my eyes, and let my mind wonder..." Allysa just started at me. "Riiiight. You let your mind wonder TOO far sometimes, and I think it forgets to come back!" We both laughed as we approached my house. "Wanna come in for a while?" I asked, running up to the front door. Allysa shook her head. "Nah. Too much homework. I'll see ya tomorrow." She started to walk away, but stopped. "Hey, try not to get into too big of an argument with her today. You don't want to do anything stupid." I nodded, and walked in.
The door was unlocked as usual. I tried to enter as quietly as I could. But the door slipped out of my hands, and it slamed shut. I slapped my forehead, and tried to run into my room. But it was too late. She was behind me. "Hello Alex. How was your day?" my mum asked. I sighed, and bluntly responded, "Fine. I have homework. I'll be out at dinner." "Alright then. It'll be done at-" I locked myself in my room before she had time to finnish. I didn't care. Now, don't get my wrong, my mum doesn't abuse me or anything. She's actualy never layed a hand on me. We just... Don't get along. I would be much better without her around to bark at me about everything. She also would ever tell me about my dad. I don't know what kind of person he is, where he came from, or even where he is now. I sometimes wish I could find him, and as him why he left. Why he left me with her. My frustration grew, and I jumped on my bed. I grabbed a pillow, and started punching it, relesing my anger. I called it my punching pillow, and for obious reasons. My little episode was soon interupted by knocking on my door. "What?" I called out, my tone not so pleasent. "Dinner's ready," Mum called out. I only sighed, and walked out into the kitchen.
We sat at the table, eating in silence like we usualy did. I held my fork, and rolled around the peas on my plate. After a few minutes, my hoarse voice broke the silence. "Why did dad leave us?" My mum almost choked when she heard my question. "It's a long story Alex, now eat your food," she simply responded. My eyes narrowed. "Why do you always avoid the subject? You don't tell me ANYTHING about him! I have a right to know! He is MY dad!" My mum closed her eyes. "Alex, that's enough!" I could tell her patience was wearing down. But I was still going at it. "Just because YOU don't want anything more to do with him, doesn't mean I don't! Are you really going to make your child suffer because YOU don't wanna talk about her father?! I swear, you have got to be the WORST mother, OUT THERE!" I didn't really notice I was yelling at that point. I can't really control what comes out of my mouth when I get mad. I usualy regret what I say, but not this time. I ment every word that came out of my mouth. I took a deep breath to calm down. My heart was beating rapidly. The look on my mums face was pure hurt. "Fine," she began. "If you want to go live with your father so much, then go." I cocked my head. My mum was letting me leave... Just like that? "I can't really do that, consitering you never told me anything about him!" Mum just sighed. "He lives somewhere on the North side. That's all I know..." She was now crying. I didn't stick around to find out what happened with her next. I ran out the door, grabbing my coat as I went. I didn't plan on returning agian.
When I stepped outside, a rush of cold wind washed over me. I pulled my hood up, and started walking north, where ever that was. Did I mentinon it was cold? Maybe, I thought to myself. Maybe I should go back... I shook my head at the thought. No way. I was finally on my own, away from my mum, and finally going to know about my dad... If I could find him that is... I walked all night, not even sure if I was going the right way. My face was numb from the wind, and my eyes were closed by now. I was too far to go back to my nice warm room. I sighed, my breath visible in the freezing air. I could hardly move my legs anymore. But I kept pressing on. "It would all be worth it..." I whispered to myself. "It would all be worth it..."
I kept walking, my eyes still tightly shut. I stumbled, and fell forward. I was expecting to land on my face, but instead, I landed in a nice warm pillow. Or, so it seemed. I smiled, and nuzzled my face into the warmth. My eyes shot open as I heard an ice cold voice speak up. "Hey, what the's deal, get offa me!" I quickly pushed myself off of him, and backed away a few steps. He was tall, towheaded, and had eyes sharper than daggers. "I'm... S-sorry..." I studdered, trying to avoid conflict.. I had enough with my mum, and I didn't need anymore. I looked down, hoping the man would just walk away. But he didn't. I could feel him staring at me, studing. He sneered. "What are you doing on our side of town, Soc?" I blinked, and kept looking down, my arms folded across my chest, in a despreate attempt to get warm. The man walked up to me and pulled out a blade. "I said, what are you doing on our side of town?" I looked at the blade, and could feel my heart pounding. "I'll ask you one more time," he said. "What, are you doing, on our, side of town, Soc?" I tried to get words to come out of my mouth. "I... I'm not looking for trouble... S-sir..." I lifted my head to meet the blonde's sharp glare. I had to look down. "I'm just... Looking for someone..." The man smirked and held the blade to my throat, forcing my head up. "Do you know what we do to Socs around here...?" I felt as if my heart was about to leap out of my chest. I was scared for my life. I spit in the man's face, pushed his hand away, and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I prayed I would run into my dad somewhere. Or anyone for that matter. I looked behind me. The man was a little far, but gaining quick. I turned my head to see where I was going. "Don't look, back. Just don't look back!" I kept telling myself. I suddenly felt a hand on my wrist, jerking my back. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, the blade returning to my throat.
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Whoo! The end of my first chapter!
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