Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. I only own any original characters.
This story takes place after the events of the book/movie and will "loosely" follow the events of the tv show.
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Victoria Anne Reed. That was who she was and who she will always be. A though as nails greaser girl from the north side of the tracks. Who was she trying to fool leaving her home town of Tulsa Oklahoma. Her year of travelling had changed her none, and neither did the large sum of money left to her when she turned nineteen last year. The girl had traveled plenty in the last year, never staying in one place for too long. It never felt right to her, settling in a place somewhere other then Tulsa. Victoria would never be able to call somewhere else home. And she sure as hell didn't fit in with people, it wasn't proper for girls to wear pants or skirts that were perhaps a little too short. It wasn't prober for ladys to cuss and fight the way she did but that was all she had ever known. Where she came from it was completely normal for girls to act and dress the way she did.
After turning nineteen the girl had received a pretty big inheritance from her estranged father's parents. Victoria (or Vicky as she preferred to be called) wasn't sure if her mother knew of the trust fund that had been left to her and unfortunately would never know. It wasn't even a month before she had received the money that her mother had passed. That was perhaps one of the reasons why she had left Tulsa to begin with. Vicky wasn't one to deal with emotions. The day Vicky received the letter and banking information on her inheritance first thing she did was walk to the car dealer on the south side of town. The girl slammed down a check paid in full and left the lot in a new '64 shiny red Plymouth Belvedere. With that she left town – not even saying goodbye to her friends. It was about two weeks before she contacted anyone from home and they weren't too happy with her when she did. Not that Vicky cared, it wasn't like she answered to anyone anymore.
Vicky gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter then needed as she thought about Tulsa. About home. A year away had been long enough, she had avoided responsibilities and she had a loose ends that needed to be mended. For once Vicky couldn't say she felt as tuff as she used to be – a part of her was nervous, she knew she couldn't expect a warm welcome from the people she had left behind. Hell she had been avoiding contact with any of them for the last three months. The woman needed time to cool down – the last time she had talked to anyone from home was when the person she had cared for like a brother called her from the cooler asking for bail. Vicky was furious, she had kept the kid of out trouble for years, managed to keep him out of boys homes and juvenile hall and maybe payed his bail once or twice but that time had been the last straw. She had said some unfortunate things to him before hanging up on the poor kid. When she got back to town he was in for ear full.
Vicky sighed and pushed her foot to the gas a little more. The sooner she made it home the better.
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