Author's Note: Hi, this is Jyenne. This is my first ever attempt at a fanfiction. Just a warning, it may suck, but please, be nice. Oh, and I'm trying to make it as in-the-times as I can, I heard people like that stuff, but I'm not sure if the names were around at the time.
Title: The Video Project
Summary: Joyella Romano was a nobody, a loser, nonexistent to the world – until she fell in love with a Greaser. With the help of some Greasy girls with major connections, will she win his heart? Or will her whole life fall apart, worse than before?
I do not own The Outsiders, or Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Matthews, Dallas Winston, Cherry Valance, Bob Sheldon, Randy, or Marcia. The only characters I own are Joyella Romano, Jane, Cindy, Carissa, and Amber Randle. Alexa Davis, Rylie Richardson, and Valentina Musso are owned by my friends, Staci and Alexa, but you probably know Valentina as Cammie O'Conner. And the city of Tulsa isn't mine. But if it was, I'd make it dedicated to the outsiders ... and shopping … and I'd make it somewhat like New York City
I'm going to do this thing where every chapter is named after a song that goes with it.
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Chapter 1: Welcome To My Life
Joyella woke up at 5:45 a.m. She got ready to do her morning routine: get up, eat breakfast, change into her track suit, run 10 laps around her block, take a shower, get dressed, get schoolbooks ready, and head off.
Today was like any other day in Joyella's life. And when she got to school, she knew she'd be ignored by everyone, unless someone wanted an easy target to pick on. That's the only time the kids in Tulsa noticed her – when they wanted to make someone else's life miserable in order to blow off some steam. Whenever that happened, she'd close her eyes and wait until it's over. She never told them to stop – she wasn't the type of girl who'd speak up unless forced. And no one stood up for her. Then again, why would they? She was everyone's punching bag. She dreaded school.
As soon as she walked on school grounds the torture started. "Hey you," she heard. She turned around to see a few of the cheerleaders laughing. They walked up to her and started teasing her.
"What's with her hair?" one of them said, grabbing some of her curly chocolate brown hair. The cheerleader had bright blonde hair.
"I know, it's so oily," a second one said. She too touched Joyella's hair. She had light brown hair with a tint of blonde.
"I'm afraid to touch it," the third said, making the other two girls laugh. This girl had bright orange hair.
"And seriously, what's the deal with those glasses?" the blonde said.
"They're huge!" the redhead agreed.
"My grandma's glasses aren't even that big!" the one with light brown hair laughed. She pulled off Joyella's brown glasses and tried them on. "Look at me, I'm a freak," she started cracking up.
"C-c-could you p-please give me back m-my glasses," Joyella stuttered.
"Oh you mean these?" asked the one with the glasses on. She took them off and handed them to Joyella. As Joyella's hand reached for them, the cheerleader snapped them in two, right on the nose bridge. "Oops, my bad," the group laughed and the girl dropped the pieces of the glasses. Joyella kneeled down to pick them up, barely seeing what she was doing. Although the glasses were in front of her, she was moving her hands everywhere. Then she heard the breaking of glass, and knew for sure that someone had stepped on her glasses. She tried moving her hands to where she heard the sound, and she cut her hands on the broken glass.
She heard the bell ring. She picked up the glasses, some of the lenses falling out, but there was enough for her to see. She took the tape out of her backpack and taped the two halves of the glasses together, placing them on her face. She then ran into the building, ignoring her bleeding hands. It took her forever to reach the third floor, where her homeroom was. When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she was weak from losing so much blood. She passed out.