Alright-o here is my try at an Outsiders fanfic. Remember I do not own the outsiders

Chapter 1

Ponyboy was cold. Actually it was more like he was a giant ice cube. He didn't think that Tulsa could get this cold at night, and if he did know it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He kept walking, walking down the street, looking for somewhere he could rest for the night. The last space he had was being occupied by a boy around his age; black hair, Mexican skin tone, with a leather jacket on. The other places he use to occupy consisted of behind a gas station and one was by a dumpster where the Socs lived. He personally liked it better by the dumpster because the Socs threw out some pretty nice stuff: food that hasn't already been eaten, maybe a bit stale but it was still good. A couple of torn t-shirts and pants and sometimes if he was lucky he could find a worn out blanket. The problem was the Socs found out where he stayed and decided to pay a visit. Poneyboy shuddered at the memories. He didn't want to think of what happened, the only thing visible reminding were the scars on his chest and arms.

He kept walking keeping his head facing the cement. He looked down another ally way, surprised to see that it was half way decent. The cement was dry and the dumpster didn't smell too bad, even if it did he still wouldn't have mind. As he walked farther into the ally way he found some newspapers sitting against the wall. He picked them up and spread it over the floor leaving a couple so he could use as a blanket. He placed down his plastic bag of belongings: a not so dirty t-shirt and a pair of socks, that's all that belonged to his name.

As he laid down for bed his stomach gave a hungry growl. He put is arm over his stomach hoping that it would stop, but it was no use. He hadn't eaten in a couple of days. At least in Socs territory he could find a meal a day. But now that his in greaser territory he was lucky to find any food at all. Greasers just didn't throw out that much.

Trying to get over his hunger stomach Ponyboy's mind started to drift; he was trying to classify himself. He wasn't a Soc that much was true. But he didn't know if he would consider himself a greaser either. At least greasers had a house to live in and could get a meal a day. He probably was lower then a greaser. Lower then much life form.

He settled back down into his makeshift bed trying to get comfortable, when all of a sudden a light rain picked up. Poneyboy started to shiver under his clothing. His clothing wasn't very warm: a t-shirt ripped in some places, a pair of pants to small for him, and pair of socks where his toes were sticking out.

The rain started to soak into the newspaper, making Poneyboy tremble even more. He coughed, then that cough turned into a sneeze, and the sneeze turned into a small fever. He kept on shaking as his body started to heat up. He didn't feel good at all.

Voices could be heard bouncing off the ally way walls. He could faintly hear music popping out of some bar. He didn't really care. He just wanted to go to bed.

"Two-Bit will you stop trying to get hit by cars. I just wanna get home and out'a the rain."

Two-bit what a funny name he thought. Ponyboy wondered how he got that name, or was he born with it, like how he was born with an unusual name like Ponyboy. His mind started to wander and he wondered what it would be like to go to a house where the lights were on and the heat was up. Maybe he could even sleep on a bed. Although he wouldn't know how it felt because he has never slept on one.

When he was younger, Ponyboy and his parents lived underground in the subway station. He use to sleep on the benches that lined the wall and during the day tried to get some money for him and his folks. His folks were drug addicts and wasted all the money they got on booze. Ponyboy didn't really care he thought that at least he had parents, even though they didn't really love him. One day while Ponyboy was working for money his parents got arrested, trying to steal alcohol from the local grocery store. After waiting a couple of days for them to return, and when they didn't show up Ponyboy was on his own. He was nine at the time and now he is fifteen.

Ponyboy had never gone to school. Although he could read a couple of words, he could barely write. His passion was running. He was proud of his running. It was the only really thing in his life he could be proud of.

The rain started to pound harder as Pony got more comfortable on the ground. His eyes started to close and he sneezed one last time before he fell asleep. What he didn't know was that tomorrow was going to change his entire life.

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