Hey there! Well, I know it's been centeries since I've typed something on here, so I guess I'll go and show off how much my writing has improved over time. Lolz just joking you :p Anyway, this is an OC outsiders fic and I really would apprecaite it if people would R/R! BEFORE WE GET STARTED, LET ME CONFIRM THE OBVIOUS. I, JESSICA NOTT, DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS CHARACTERS IN ANY SHAPE,WAY, OR FORM. RATHER, THEY BELONG TO A MOST INSPIRING WRITER, S.E HINTON. Thank you! ^^

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The mid 1960's was a hard time for me... but I didn't want anyone knowing it. The rain was drizzling outside and I, Shelia Feeney felt ready for anything at this moment as I rode my Uncle's bike down the streets of Tulsa. As the new kid, that came straight from a suburban prep filled area, I had convinced myself I was the biggest bad ass the world had seen. But obviously, I hadn't really seen the world. If I had seen the world or it had been a week later, I would realize I was a sniveling wimp compared to some of these gangs that sneaked around.

Back in my old town, there was the occasional fight between two guys, but barely any gangs that were in my age group. Moving to Tulsa thinking the whole world was just like that, gave me an ugly surprise. Besides, the girl that was from Connecticut never sounded as tough as the girl that was from Oklahoma. Well, at first I thought this, but I was proved wrong. Guilt-fully so, I also had to admit, I was one of those dumb-asses that believed cowboys would be riding down the roads. Last time I'll trust a musical. I knew I better get friendly with this place though, cause I'd be out on the streets alot. Let's just say, I wasn't the most loved child.

My entire story started two weeks ago. My mom and dad had recently gotten killed... in an armed robbery, and man did it suck when I figured it out. Since my parents died, I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle and my one little stuck up, downtown bred cousin. Well, I had two, but surprisingly, I was fond of the other cousin in a rather strange way. He was different than the my aunt and my other cousin. Still a little annoying, but he was cool. But, to my aunt and my younger cousin, I was like a piece of dirt in their eye they couldn't get out... I liked it that way too. The day I would get close to that family, was the day my uncle came back... my aunt hadn't spoken about him for a while. Whenever I took his bike out for a spin, she gave me a death glare. Since I wasn't so fond of her, I gave her my own little gesture too. I knew he wasn't coming back and neither did she, so why was she trying to keep the bike from me other than the fact she loathed me? Kudos to my uncle for leaving; maybe he could finally get a break from hell on earth and live a normal life, without a dragon lady for a spouse.

My hair was out of control as a ripped down the neighborhood sidewalks on my uncle's bike. Whatever brown hair that was pulled up before into a ponytail, was now loose due to my poor ability to make hairdos as simple as that. As they focused on the streets around them, my green eyes gleamed with the normal amount of playfulness that they usually did. Besides my hair, my jean jacket and my torn jeans were also damp. I didn't mind at all. As long as I was going fast enough, it would dry off eventually. My converse, however, were soaking wet and terribly uncomfortable. They didn't take rain well and I was starting to get pretty cold because my feet already were. I usually had cold feet and cold hands, but the rest of my body temperature was perfectly fine. As they used to say about me back at home, "Tried every vice and as cold as ice." I chuckled when I remembered that. Sighing, I remembered how my mom would stand up for me, because she couldn't register it was only a joke. I remember how I got the trait of taking things so literal. My mom was just like that. Even though she was really nice, she only trusted me and my dad... she didn't even trust her sister... Who I was now living with. I mean, who would trust such a crazy bitch anyway as my aunt?

"Whatever..." I murmured in a rather gruff way as I kept riding. The roads were pretty much vacant since it was 7:00 PM on Thanksgiving day. Yes, I had been kicked out for the big feast... but, who was I to care? I could do without eating for a night. It wasn't going to kill me probably to my aunt's disappointment. Knowing I had to be truthful with myself in this situation, I agreed with that burning question "I know she doesn't like me and all, but is there a person that's mean enough to kick someone out on Thanksgiving?" I knew there was, but even I found myself in shock with my aunt.

These thoughts kept slowly drifting to my mind. When they came a fourth time as I know rode through the park and up a hill, I found myself interrupted. A single stone. That's all it took. That's all it took to make my bike stop short and for me to go flying through the air and right into a mound of what used to be dirt... I heard laughing emitting behind me as my ears turned red with rage. I spat out some mud that had gotten in my mouth and then slowly got to my feet finding that my right ankle felt like it had been slashed. But, at that moment, that was not what confronted me. What I was really anxious for right now, was to look for the smart ass who decided to mess with me. "Who did it?" I hollered whipping my muddy bangs from my face in obvious fury. "I swear, I'll knock your mouth off your face if you don't stop laughing." I saw my bike about a little more than a foot or so away from me making me sick to realize how far I really had flew.

"What's a pretty little monster like you doing out at this time?" asked a voice in an unintelligible way as two guys slowly stumbled forwards. I instantly got angry as I realized it was a couple of rich, drunk kids! The worst! "Well, what the hell are you doing out at this time?" I responded back coldly, "Don't your mama love you?" Grinning cockily, I walked forward slowly as my foot dragged behind me. That's when I suddenly realized I was in deep crap. I was slowly loosing feeling in my right ankle and my leg wasn't feeling so swell either. On top of that, I had just ticked off two drunk morons. I couldn't have a happier Thanksgiving if I tried, I mean really!! That's when one of them grabbed me by the neck roughly, but not so gracefully. I felt a ring dig into my neck as I flinched in pain. "Help!" I managed to yell as I pushed opened my jaw to push his hand down so he would have a harder time chocking me. From there, I grabbed onto two of his wrists and pushed them together with all of my might trying to fight his strength. I was lucky they were drunk, cause the other one was off spinning in circles like a dolt. Then, as I grabbed his two wrists, I jerked my upper body away from his hands with extreme strength causing him to stumble back as his hands fell weak and pained. I slowly stumbled backwards, however from the shock of it all. He nearly cut my windpipe and I sure as hell was thankful with my dad for getting me into those self defense classes. After this, it was hard to believe I was foolish enough to think I wouldn't need to know self defense.

That was when he came flying at me again. Only this time, I was not ready... but, it seemed, behind me, someone else was ready. Because, just as the drunk head lept at me, someone lunged forward over me to land a heavy hit right in the guys gut. He fell back with an "Oufgh!" as I turned to look at who was behind me with shock... there stood, a tall, brown haired teen... he looked down at me as if I was crazy. Right now, I'd let him say anything bout me... cause this guy saved my skin.

He then asked in a tough voice after pulling me up by the arms, "Who are you trying to fool? A gal like you out on the third drunkest holiday aught to be a pretty big idiot." I didn't snap because, believe it or not, I actually had the common courtesy to respect someone who saved my life.

"Tell that to my aunt... she's the one who kicked me out," I murmured in a tart way as a crossed my arms.

"Tell me, kid. Are you new here? You really don't seem that street smart... except I gotta admit... you have amazing self-defense skill." He then looked down at my ankle and made a slightly disturbed face. I looked down too this time. When I did, I really wish I hadn't; there were two long, deep yet narrow gashes on my ankle. They seemed to have be gained from the bike gears. "Well, where is your aunt... I'll help you back..." said the teen as he picked up the grocery bag that contained two cans of Welch's Cranberries. I looked at him saying, "Ermm, I really can't go th-"

"Fine, then take this," he interrupted me and handed me the bag. What the heck? I thought looking at him tilting my head to the side. "I'll bring you back to my place then. We really need to get that looked at. My older brother can check it out." As I thought about the consequences, as he looped his arm around my waist to help support my staggering walk.

He then started walking me towards his house. I really hoped I wasn't better off with those drunk guys. I mean, this sounded pretty dodgy. But, I had no choice. We were already walking, and I knew I could not make it anywhere on my own without hurting myself more. So, I guess I just had to have faith in whatever was going to happen next. Oh boy...

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So, how do you think that was. I know, a little odd, but hey, that's just me! Please, R/R it is much appreciated! I love listening to readers!