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SAM'S POV

"What a dump."

I said when I saw the home I was gonna be living in from now on.

"C'mon Sam, perk up. I hear Tulsa's got nice people." My brother Mac tickled my ribs. No one can cheer me up. I had to leave my home, Indiana, all my friends and my dad. God, I miss him. My dad was my best friend, and then he got cancer. I may tell everyone that I hated my dad; I may tell them that he was a drunk, but I only say that so it can numb my own pain. It doesn't always work.

I looked up from the box I was carrying and noticed my mom sleeping in the car. Her face was mashed against the window and a line of drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"God, Trinny. Get up."

I smacked my mom after opening the car door. She fell out and about a half-dozen beer bottles fell out after her. To put it bluntly, my mom is the drunk. I kind of switch my parent's roles, just so people don't try to pity me. I hate pity. I had the biggest urge to step on my moms head, but I didn't. You do not wanna see my mom when she's drunk and angry. Let's just say I have a lot of bruises and scars. Not only from my mom either.

I looked up at Mac, who was combing his long, black hair. I wish I had his hair, but no, I'm stuck with my fuddy-duddy red hair. Mac's name was actually Daniel, and our last name is McMillan, but to him, Daniel is a 'wussy-boy' name. Anyway, Mac ran up to me and slapped me hard across the face.

"Sam! What the hell are you doing?"

Yeah. Let's just say Mac is a little two-faced.

"Nothin'." I said, rubbing my cheek.

"Well I'd prefer to see ya doin' somethin'." He said as he lifted Trinny up by under the armpits. I never refer to my mom as mom. To me, a mom is someone who cares about you. That's the opposite of Trinny. So I just call her Trinny. Mac calls her mom, but he's a lot closer to her then me. Maybe because he drinks too. But, whatever. I picked up a couple of boxes marked "Fragile" and carried them inside the house.

"Holy shit."

I whispered to myself. Maybe if dad hadn't have died, we would have had more money. Then again, we wouldn't be here if he hadn't died. The house was about the size of a nice-sized bedroom. There was one bathroom and two bedrooms, and a kitchen. I looked inside the nearest bedroom. It was the size of a bathroom. I poked my head in the next one and found it slightly smaller. God. The 1st one was the master bedroom. Me and Mac had to share this one. Maybe I'll just sleep in the kitchen. If Mac is as popular here with the girls as he was in Indy, let's just say I don't want to be in that bedroom ever. I felt a hard nudge in the middle of my back.

"Move it or lose it, little sis."

Oh goody. Mac's back. He dropped the box he was holding on my toe.

"This is our room?" A few curse words slipped through his teeth and he said,

"You're gonna sleep in the kitchen. Kay?"

I stomped out of the room shouting over my shoulder, "Fine with me."

Mac ran after me and pulled me back.

"I'm sorry Sami." Yeah. I told you he has mood swings. I think he's bipolar. I'm not sure. He takes all kinds of pills at night and in the morning, but he's never told me what they're for.

"Don't call me that Danny." I said his name with great emphasis and he scowled at me. I ran back out to the car and found Trinny laying on the ground, her face smashed into the cement. How could she sleep like that? I stepped over her fat body and opened the trunk of the car. A small box labeled, "Sam's stuff" was sitting under a pile of other boxes. The word stuff was crossed out and replaced with "crap". Warm regards go to Mac for this deed. I lifted up the box and carried it into the kitchen. There was a small cupboard that was undoubtedly supposed to be for dishes, but we don't have dishes, so I used it for my own stuff. I opened the brown cardboard and pulled out a battered rabbit.

"Bob!"

I whispered into it's soft fur. Bob was my rabbit that my dad gave me when I was little. Hey, I was little. I didn't know many original names. I hugged Bob and placed him on top of my cupboard. Returning to my box, I next pulled out books, a blanket, an oil lamp and a million candles. I love candles. They remind me of sunsets. So I placed my items around my new "room". Sitting on my cupboard, I gazed around my house. I suddenly heard voices. New voices. Great. Old neighbors who will insist on pinching my cheeks and washing Mac's hair. People generally don't approve of greasy hair. Surprisingly, I heard laughter and lively conversation.

The voices sounded young, and deep. Guys! I walked out casually and closed the door behind me. I would die if the neighbors knew that I lived in a kitchen. My gosh! Tulsa has some good-looking guys! There were 3 guys standing outside talking to Mac. One looked about 20 or 19; another looked about 17 or so. Same age as Mac. And the last one looked, wow. Maybe 14 or 15. But he was one nice-looking 15 year old. His hair was long and he was wearing jeans and a tight shirt. Damn.

Mac was saying, "Kid, do you min-." But I interrupted him.

"Hey y'all." I said to them.

The 17 year old sure was cute. Boy, he looked like some kind of god or something.

"Hi there! I'm Sodapop. This is my buddy Two-Bit," he gestured to the older one. "And my kid brother Ponyboy."

Ponyboy. I love that name.

"Howdy."

I smiled at them and gave Ponyboy my hand. Shit, my nails. I pulled my hand away before he could notice my small nails. See, I bite my nails constantly. It's pretty gross, they're real short. He didn't seem to notice though. He was staring at my hair. Eww. My ugly, long red hair.

"Where do you live?" I asked him, and that's how we started talking. We talked about everything, or at least, it seemed like it. I found myself talking about my dad. Or, my fake dad. I told him how he died, but I told him that we weren't close and he was a drunk. I felt a lump form in my throat as I said it.

"I'm sorry. My parents died in a car wreck about a year ago."

He seemed sincerely sorry and I noticed that he wasn't like other boys. He was sensitive. The kind of guy who felt things like, well kinda like a girl. He noticed the look on my face and hurriedly said,

"Where is your mom?"

I considered telling him that she was in the bathroom, heaving, but instead I said, "Somewhere over the rainbow."

I laughed. It was getting dark. The sunset! I turned my gaze to the west and watched the sun. It was beautiful. When it was over, I noticed Pony watching it too.

"Sorry. I'm a sucker for sunsets. I think it's the most beautiful part of the day." I told him with an apologetic grin.

He blushed and said, "That's how I feel too. But I've gotta get back home. My brother Darry'll worry. He'll think I died or something. Bye."

He waved and I really wanted to just hug him, but he'd probably think I was psycho or something. So I just waved back. Ponyboy and Sodapop walked back to their house next door. I hardly noticed that the other guy (what was his name?) had left already. I just walked slowly back into the kitchen and lay down in the middle of the floor, thinking of Ponyboy. I think I really like him. I mean, I've had boyfriends before, but not ones that I really liked. Not like him. Maybe I'll go over to his house tomorrow. His brothers sound nice, and I don't think they'd mind. I curled up under a blanket and heard Mac come in. I pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't bug me. I let out a convincing snore and moved my back slightly. I was a pretty good actress. This floor sure is hard. I heard Mac leave and I drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.

Yay. Unfortunately, I won't have the next chapter up till this weekend or so.. But in the meantime, review! Flames too!