Sorry-- bad at summaries.I do not own outsiders and do not plan on making any money off this story. This is just the result of me putting the crazy jumbled thoughts from my head onto paper...er, computer o0. anyway, read and review please. i already have some other chapters ready and will post them if i see people actually reading this, thank you.

She would have stayed sleeping if the trains stop hadn't been as noisy. She leaned her head up, taking a moment for her eyes to focus. The wind picked up and stung her eyes. She squinted, as she loosened her muscles. It took her a moment to realize how long the ride had taken- her joints had tensed. She brushed her fingers through her hair, letting it fall over the sides of her face. She grabbed the duffel bag that she had packed earlier. She slung it over her shoulder, staying silent on the edge of the compartment until she could no longer see the light searching in the cars for any stow-away. She hopped out, crouching low to the ground. She quickly sprinted up the hill, running into the streets. She slowed down when she was sure nobody was following her. She had done this too many times. She walked into what seemed to be a park. An old park, but it was definitely there. She walked over to a spot under the monkey bars where dropped the duffel bag and sat down, cross legged and leaned against the metal ladder. She closed her eyes, If only for a moment.

The girl had long hair, going past her shoulders in dark caramel colored curls. She had a beautiful face, eyes a brown- hazel mix, her skin slightly tan from spending time outside. She wore sneakers that seemed to brand new, still white. Her jeans were too long for her, dragging on the ground under her sneakers, but fit her legs tight, and hugged her hip. She had a cropped white tank top, which showed off her silver belly ring and a blue light sweater over it. It was unzipped, and the arms had come to the tips of her fingers. The girl seemed to be about 16 or 17, yet she already had a few tattoos. On her lower back, the words 'risky' were printed, and on her right arm, below her shoulder was a crescent moon and star. After sitting there for a moment, she got back up-once again slinging the bag over her shoulder. This was so different from the city scene. She had grown used to New York, and in doing so, grew hard. She walked down the streets, not quite sure where she was going. She was startled by a sudden noise behind her. A red mustang pulled up behind her. Her senses were alert. She was new to this area, but not new to gang life. She noticed as much as she could in the few seconds. First, she could tell that they were rich – too rich to be the people she was looking for. Secondly she noticed that there were five of them, and that each one was drunk.

Adrenaline rushed through her, her veins pulsed with fire. Her muscles tightened: these feelings far more common to her than they should be. They ran to catch up with her. When they were close enough, they formed a spaced out circle, surrounding her in a drunken haze. She could smell the drinks seeping from their mouths. A few of them laughed. She clenched her jaw and continued moving forward, although the soc's stayed where they were. When she ran into one of them, he grabbed her arms, grinning wildly, pushing her back so that the other soc's caught her. She fought wildly until she realized that there was too many of them. The first soc laughed, sizing her up. He stared at her chest a moment more than necessary and grinned. His eyes were glazed over. He came closer to her, while she thrashed against the hands that held her back. In a matter f seconds, they had her securely pinned on the ground so that she couldn't move at all.

"Hey Mike…lookit- if it isn't a greaser girl" said one of them who was pinning them down. Mike walked forward. He bent down so that he was close to her face, then said

"Yah know greaser girls are only good at one thing…makin' greaser baby's"

His friends seemed to find this comment amusing. Since she could do nothing else, she spit at him, hatred in her eyes. He flicked it off of his face, suddenly angry. He turned back to her, hitting her face. His ring cut into a line under her cheekbone. The others seemed to find it as their cue. All at once they let go, butt too soon she felt blows to her ribs. She winced as someone got her arm and leg. She felt another blow to the ribs. She grimaced, not getting the chance to escape. That's when she heard something to give her temporary hope. From farther down the road, she heard someone yelling and she heard footsteps bang on the sidewalk

"YOU'RE IN OUR TERRITORY SOC!"

All at once the blows stopped as she heard them retreat back to their car and pull away. That cave me temporary relief. She heard multiple footsteps get closer to her until someone's shadows was over her. She tried to stand up but grimaced, barley being able to sit up. She propped herself up with her left arm, letting her hair fall so that it partially covered her face. She used her right hand to wipe blood from her mouth and cheekbone. She winced, but managed to stand up. She pushed her hair out of her face to see two boys standing near her.

"Hey…you okay?" one asked

"Just perfect" she muttered. She went to grab her duffel bag but found when she tried to sling it over her shoulder as before pain shot through her body. She took a sharp breath, trying not to concentrate on the pain.

"Heh…I'm Sodapop, and this is Steve" She looked at him. He seemed like more of the person who might know.

"Callie….do you know Dallas Winston?" she asked